Page 32 of Rose

“Shittt… yes!” she screamed, hand flying to his head, gripping his hair.

Her body locked up as her orgasm hit, rolling through her in waves that didn’t end. Savior didn’t let up. He held her through the tremors, through the screams, through the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Because for once… she wasn’t running from the fire.

She was burning in it —and loving every second.

“This pussy tastes so fucking good,” Savior groaned, licking his lips as he looked up at her. “You just gave me another reason to kill a nigga behind you.”

Ahzii chuckled breathlessly—because the wild part was, she knew he wasn’t joking.

Her body was coated in sand, sweat clinging to her curves, but none of that mattered. She was floating in a euphoric haze from nothing but his mouth and the way he worshipped her with it.

Savior stood, pulling down his shorts and boxers in one motion. A condom slid from the pocket of his shorts—thank God he came prepared. But what made Ahzii's breath hitch was the thick, long, heavily curved dick that sprang free. Her eyes widened in awe.

“Still want this dick?” he asked, noticing the slight hesitation flicker across her face.

“More than anything,” she said, her voice shaking with lust. “Bianca didn’t raise a bitch.”

That made him smirk, low and lethal, as he tore open the condom and rolled it on with slow precision. Then he reached down, picked her up like she weighed nothing, and held her in place. She braced herself, gripping his shoulders as he eased her down onto him—inch by inch.

They both moaned in unison.

Ahzii’s head dropped to his chest, her lips parted, her eyes fluttering shut. He was thick, stretching her open in ways she didn’t know she could take. Her pussy gripped him like she was made for him.

“Fuck… mhmm…” she moaned, breath trembling as she adjusted to his size.

Savior slid his arms under her thighs, gripping tight, then slammed her down fully onto his dick.

“ Shit— ” she cried out, back arching as the pleasure ripped through her.

“You feel that dick, baby?” he growled against her neck, voice husky and deep .

She could only nod, eyes closed, mouth open. It was too good. So good her body couldn’t even form proper words anymore—just broken breaths and whimpers.

He started to move, setting a punishing rhythm that made her body bounce against him, each slap of skin louder than the waves crashing nearby.

“This pussy so fucking tight …” Savior moaned, jaw clenched.

Ahzii bit down on his shoulder, trying to hold in her cries, but it was useless. Her pussy clenched around him like a vise, milking every inch, every stroke. Savior wasn’t just fucking her—he was reaching her.

Every thrust dragged pieces of pain out of her. He was fucking the grief, the fire, the heartbreak right out of her soul.

“I’m—oh fuck…” she moaned, barely able to breathe.

Savior pulled out, then slammed her back down on his dick so hard she screamed.

“The only time I want to see tears…” he growled, slowing his thrusts just enough to make her feel every inch, “...is when I’m fucking them out of you.”

“Okay… fuckkkk!” Ahzii cried out, her second orgasm crashing over her as she creamed around him, soaking the condom. Her nails raked down his back as she shook in his arms.

“I said I’d kill to see your allure again, baby,” Savior murmured, kissing her jaw. “I’ll kill to make sure you keep smiling too.”

His strokes grew deeper, slower— sweeter. His dick throbbed inside her, and she felt herself climbing again. She looked down and saw the way he was buried in her, thick and deep and so perfect it made her dizzy.

“Look at you… gripping my dick like it belongs to you.”

“It does ,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Savior looked her in the eyes, soft and dangerous. “I’m your new escape, Allure. If you wanna feel, avoid, cry, scream, fuck, or love—you come to me. Always. You hear me?”

She nodded frantically, legs trembling, lips parted with a gasp. “Yes… yes, Savior…”

“Cum with me,” he growled, hips slamming up one last time. “So we can go home.”

On cue, their bodies tensed—hers clenching around him with a scream, his arms gripping tight as he spilled inside the condom with a loud groan. They came together, raw and wrecked, tangled in the sand beneath the moonlight.

And for once, Ahzii didn’t feel lost.

She felt found.

Savior slowly pulled out, her body still trembling in his arms, and bent to grab their scattered clothes, carrying her back to the car.

“Savior… can I put something on? I’m cold. And my scars…” Ahzii’s voice dropped to a whisper, panic flickering behind her eyes. “They ugly.”

She stood stiffly beside the car, arms instinctively folding across her chest like she could hide every wound he hadn’t already touched.

“You ain’t supposed to rewrap a perfect gift after it’s been opened,” he said smoothly. “And those scars you calling ugly?” He finally turned to face her, eyes burning into hers. “That’s what makes the gift even more fucking beautiful. ”

Her heart twisted, body still cold but now burning under his stare.

“Boy, I’m not a gift. Gimme my damn dress.” She reached out, half-playful, half-defensive—but Savior pulled it just out of her reach like a stubborn child guarding candy.

“You are a gift,” he said, voice low and dark. “Wrapped perfectly for me… the way that pussy wrapped around my dick? That shit right there—mine.”

Before she could respond, he tossed a blanket at her from the trunk. Pink. Soft. Girly.

Definitely not his.

Ahzii raised a brow. “You got a bitch blankets in your car, but worried about me going on dates?”

Savior mugged her instantly. “That’s Sarai’s,” he said tightly. “I don’t let bitches near my fucking car—or my house. You the only woman that’s been close enough to fuck up both.”

She laughed, teasingly dramatic. “Damn, relax. I was joking. I just wanted to see how crazy you’d get.”

“Crazy enough to prove a point, every time.” He shook his head, smirking. “Now get in the car, before I do something reckless again. I need to be back inside you before this high wears off. You just turned me into a bigger lunatic.”

She paused at the open door, clutching the blanket around her bare body. “Don’t fall in love, Savior. I’m damaged, remember?” Her tone softened, more honest this time. “I get that you wanna heal me or whatever, but I’m far from healing. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.”

Savior didn’t let her climb in just yet. He reached for her, cupped her neck, and pulled her face to his until their lips were a breath apart.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do, Allure, ” he murmured, voice dangerous and low. “And stop talking about my fucking wife like she ain’t everything.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips—gentle but possessive—then released her like she was fire in his hands.

Ahzii rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed. “Fucking unhinged…”

“Every inch of me,” he muttered with a grin as he shut the door behind her.

She curled into the seat, the blanket tight around her, her heart beating fast. Her mind was spinning, no longer from the wine or the high—but from him.

Savior Carter. The man who kissed her like he’d bled for her.

The man who fucked her like she was his escape.

The man who, for better or worse, had crawled into every inch of her head.

And no matter how much she wanted to fight it, right now, every part of her was his.