Page 31 of Rose

“I get it. I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t regret blowing that nigga’s car to hell, but I ain’t mean to put you back in that headspace. I didn’t know. Seeing you with him—or any nigga, really—makes me do wild shit.”

Ahzii gave a weak laugh, shaking her head. “I think wild is just in your DNA. I told Sarai her idea was dumb as fuck. I knew going out with Kiyan was a bad idea.”

“Should’ve listened to yourself, not my sister,” he said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t disagree. “You broke into that man’s house and threatened to shoot his basketball knees. And then tonight? That shit was insane.”

Savior stepped closer, his tone dropping. “Insane is watching you give your time to someone who don’t even realize how fucking rare you are. That nigga couldn’t even put his phone down for you. Me? I’d burn the whole goddamn world just to have five minutes alone with you.”

Ahzii stared at him, her heart pounding again—but not from fear this time. Something about his madness pulled at the broken pieces inside her. It was toxic. Reckless. Dangerous.

But it was real .

And part of her craved that more than she wanted to admit.

“Why are you so damn crazy over me?” Ahzii asked, her voice low but sharp, a challenge laced in every word.

Savior didn’t answer right away. He just started walking toward the shoreline, the waves glowing beneath the moonlight like they were calling him home.

She followed his gaze and froze when she spotted the massive mansion in the near distance.

It sat high above the sand like something out of a movie—modern, bold, cold as hell, yet somehow breathtaking.

“That’s your house?” she asked, eyes wide. “It’s so damn big... and it’s just you?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Me, Brasi, and Bishop. My pits.”

Ahzii raised an eyebrow. “Who you work for—the White House or something?”

He smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting into something darker. “Nah. A family way more dangerous than that.”

Her smile faded a little at the weight of his words. She didn’t ask for details. Didn’t need to.

“Back to your first question…” he said, dropping down in the sand. He leaned back like he had all the time in the world, then pulled her down with him—settling her between his legs, his arms draped over her like a lock she didn’t have the strength to fight. Not tonight.

“I’m crazy over you because the woman you are makes me crazy.”

Ahzii sat stiff at first. Her instinct told her to move, to distance herself, to resist the warmth of his chest pressed against her back. But her body… her body stayed.

“You don’t even know me, Savior,” she snapped, turning her head slightly to catch his eyes. “You think you do, but you don’t.”

“I know enough,” he said, voice low, almost reverent. “I know you used to beam with light. I know something—something dark—dimmed that light. Took it. Tried to kill it.”

She blinked. His words cut too close to places she didn’t talk about. Places she didn’t go .

“You used to live… love… laugh. But then life burned you. Literally. It took everything you once were. But Allure…” His eyes locked on hers with such intensity, it was almost a prayer.

“I don’t see ashes when I look at you. I see the light still fighting to break through.

I see a woman who’s terrified of being burned again. ”

“That light died,” she said bitterly. “It’s not coming back. ”

He didn’t flinch.

“You need to stop trying to save the woman I used to be, because she doesn’t fucking exist anymore.

She’s gone, Savior. Gone.” Her voice cracked now, rising with every word.

“So if you can’t deal with the woman that’s left—this version of me—then take me the fuck home. And stay your crazy ass out my life!”

Savior stared at her for a long, heavy moment.

Then, without a word, he grabbed her waist, flipped her onto her back in the sand, and hovered over her, his hands firm but careful, his body caging her in like she was something precious—but on fire.

Ahzii gasped, wind knocked out of her by the suddenness of it all.

He leaned down slowly, his breath warm against her lips. “That light ain’t dead, baby. You’re just too used to surviving in the dark to see it.”

She didn’t speak.

Couldn’t.

Because deep down, in the parts of her she swore no one would ever reach again…

She felt that fire flicker.

“What do you mean?” Ahzii whispered, her voice shaky, laced with a warning she didn’t even believe.

Savior didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, he lowered his face to hers, kissing her lips slow—so slow she felt it in her spine.

His mouth moved like he had all night to remind her what it felt like to be wanted .

When he trailed down to her neck, she flinched slightly, but he didn’t stop.

His lips pressed to the center, then shifted to her rose tattoo.

He kissed it like it was sacred. Like he knew .

Ahzii’s eyes fell shut, her breath hitching as his mouth softened against the skin that still carried ghosts. Her fingers dug into the front of his shirt, holding him there, grounding herself in his heat.

Savior’s hands moved slow and deliberate across her body—palming her hips, gripping her waist, brushing the curve of her ass like he was memorizing every inch. There was nothing rushed about it. He wasn’t trying to fuck her. Not yet. He was trying to feel her.

“I don’t want to save you… Allure,” he murmured against her throat, his voice gravel and sex, dark and deep. “I want to feel you. See you. Heal you.”

Each word landed between kisses like confessions—kisses that slipped lower, scorching a path across her chest. When he kissed the top of her breasts peeking from the plunge of her dress, her moan spilled out raw and unfiltered.

Her body answered before she could.

Every nerve lit up, thighs pressing together like that could soothe the ache he stirred.

Her grief, the memories, the trauma of the night—they all drifted into background static. There was no fire. No death. No pain. Just him .

“Will you let me do that, Allure?” Savior asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

His tongue traced the edge of her cleavage, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of her dress so slow she nearly cried out.

“Will you let me feel the parts of you that you think are too broken to be touched?”

His hand cupped her pussy through her panties, the heat of his palm enough to make her hips jerk. He didn’t move—just let it sit there, heavy, teasing. His mouth returned to hers, tasting the breath she couldn’t catch.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against her lips.

Ahzii’s eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, into him.

“I can’t,” she breathed.

“Then let me touch you, baby,” he said, his other hand gripping her jaw. “Let me remind you that you still alive .”

“You can’t…” she whispered, trying to push him back. Her hand barely reached his chest, more symbolic than forceful.

Savior didn’t budge.

“I don’t like being told what I can’t do, Allure,” he growled low, reaching around to unzip her dress with a fluid tug.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Her black lace bra clung to her body, but the fight in her had already started to fade.

The sand was caught in her braids, the night wind cool against her flushed skin, but none of it mattered.

Her mind, heart, and body were at war—and Savior was winning all three.

“You don’t believe my words, huh?” he said, peeling the dress lower, exposing her inch by inch like she was a secret he’d been dying to unwrap.

“No…” she moaned softly, her body betraying her. “I’m too damaged, Sav…”

His eyes stayed locked on hers. “Me too.”

With one smooth motion, he undid her bra, letting it fall to the sand. Her nipples instantly hardened in the breeze, and she gasped as he brought his mouth to one.

“Savior…” she whimpered, her voice cracking under the weight of everything she felt.

“Yes, Allure?” he murmured, his breath hot against her chest, his tone soft— only for her.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, broken and breathless. “… please.”

His eyes darkened. “This dick is yours, baby. You don’t ever have to beg for it.”

Then his mouth closed over her nipple, tongue swirling while his hand massaged the other.

Ahzii’s head fell back, a raw moan escaping her lips as he devoured her slowly, like worship.

He switched to the other breast, kissing, licking, sucking his way down her stomach, until her dress was off completely and she lay bare beneath him—cold, hot, desperate .

He took his time sliding her panties down her legs, letting them catch on her ankles before tossing them to the side. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight, wet and aching for him.

“She knows who she belongs to,” he muttered, more to himself than her, running a thumb along her slit before parting her lips.

“Is this pussy mine, Allure?” Savior asked, voice low and lethal like a promise wrapped in a threat.

“Yes… yes,” she moaned, her hips already lifting for more.

“Just mine? No more basketball nigga, right?” he growled, sliding two thick fingers deep inside her without warning.

“ Yes ! Just yours… only yours,” Ahzii cried, back arching off the sand, the stretch of his fingers sending shockwaves through her.

Savior moved quick—gripping her thighs, spreading them open and folding them back until her knees nearly touched her chest. He pinned her there, one arm strong as steel, and devoured her pussy like he was starving.

He sucked, licked, slurped on her clit like it was the only thing that mattered, all while keeping those fingers buried inside her. Her cream coated his knuckles, his beard, and still he didn’t stop.

“ Oh fuck— ” Ahzii moaned, toes curling in the sand, thighs shaking.

He removed his fingers just enough to fuck her deeper with his tongue, holding her down as she tried to squirm away. His mouth moved like he was spelling his name on her pussy—slow, messy, intentional.