Page 44 of Rose

“Sav…” she whispered, voice breathless, cracked, soaked in need.

He looked her dead in the eyes. “No feelings, right? No talking. Just this dick.” His hand slid up her thigh, slow and deliberate. “That’s what you want, right?”

She nodded fast, her head falling back, a soft gasp spilling from her lips as his fingers rubbed over the thin fabric of her thong—already soaked.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered.

He yanked the thong to the side and slid two fingers deep inside her.

“Take all this dick, Allure. You ready to take it?” he asked, already unbuckling his belt with one hand, never stopping the slow curl of his fingers inside her soaked pussy.

“Yesss… mmmfuck… yes,” she whimpered, her legs parting wider in offering, in surrender.

He stripped out of his pants and briefs, letting his thick, veiny dick spring free—hard, heavy, and glistening with precum. Her eyes dropped to it like it was the only salvation that existed.

Savior pushed up her dress and hooked his fingers in her thong, ripping it off in one brutal motion.

“ Savior! ” she gasped, her head snapping forward as the torn fabric hit the floor.

“Be quiet,” he muttered.

He gripped her ass and slid her straight down on his dick.

Her pussy swallowed him whole.

They both groaned.

“ Shit, ” he growled, teeth grit as her walls clenched tight around him.

He lifted her up and brought her down hard on his length, again and again, building a brutal rhythm that echoed off the walls in wet slaps and choked moans.

“ Shiiit! ” she cried, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“You better stay quiet, Allure,” he said between grunts, pounding into her without mercy. “Breathe and take this dick, baby.”

Her eyes rolled back as her body jerked in his grip, overwhelmed. Savior fucked her like he was trying to drag every dark thought out of her with every thrust—hard, deep, and unrelenting.

“Whose dick is this?” he growled, slapping her ass so hard she arched into him.

“ It ’ s mine! Fuck— it ’ s mine! ” she moaned, her body trembling as he held her up like she was nothing but weightless pleasure in his arms.

He backed her against the wall, keeping her suspended as he pulled out slow… then slammed back in. Hard.

“ Savior! ” she screamed.

“Be quiet, baby,” he warned, his voice rough and dark, knowing damn well he was making it impossible.

He fucked her through it. Fucked her until her voice caught in her throat and all she could do was gasp, head lolling, eyes fluttering shut. She couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Her legs shook around him as his dick dragged across every inch of her walls, coaxing her into oblivion.

The nightmare. The childhood memories. The hospital bed.

Willow.

All of it was slipping. All of it was fading into the rhythm of his body crashing into hers.

“You takin’ this dick so good, Allure,” he murmured, kissing the shell of her ear as she clung to him.

She was close. He could feel it. The way her pussy tightened, the way her breath hitched.

Then—a knock at the door.

“Occupied,” Savior said gruffly, not slowing for a damn second.

“Please,” she panted, eyes wild, desperate. “Please, don’t stop…”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

And he didn’t.

He kept fucking her through the knock, through the tension, through the pain she hadn’t been able to speak until tonight. Her orgasm hit like a wave crashing through her chest, her moans breaking past his mouth as he kissed her through the shake of her body.

And still—he didn’t stop.

Because tonight, he was her escape.

“Look at me, baby,” Savior rasped, his voice thick and rough from the way her pussy kept gripping him like she never wanted to let him go.

Ahzii’s head rolled to the side, but at his command, she slowly turned to face him. Her eyes opened—barely. Watery, heavy with pleasure. Her makeup was smeared, her lashes wet, her lips parted like she couldn’t catch her breath.

He was fucking her so good tears had started to form again, but this time it wasn’t grief. It was the kind of emotion that lived in the throat and spilled out when your body couldn’t take anymore.

Another knock hit the door. Sharp. Urgent.

Her head whipped in that direction.

“Fuck them,” Savior growled. “Look at me, Allure.”

Her gaze returned to his, shaky but locked in. His strokes slowed for half a second, then slammed into her so deep her entire body jolted.

“You feel me?” he whispered. “Deep inside you?”

Ahzii opened her mouth, but all that came out was a helpless moan. “Yes… ohh fuckkk,” she whimpered, barely keeping it together.

“No more being quiet,” Savior said, his voice low, possessive. “Give whoever’s knockin’ a show.”

His grip tightened. His thrusts got brutal.

“Cum with me, Allure.”

“Ahh..fuckkk!”

Right on cue, her whole body convulsed around him. The orgasm punched through her chest and dragged a scream from her lungs. It wasn’t controlled or graceful, it was raw, shaking, and so good she couldn’t even stop the tears from spilling again.

Savior let go too, groaning against her mouth as he came with her, his dick pulsing inside her until the only thing he could hear was the echo of her moans bouncing off the bathroom walls.

Slowly, he pulled out, their release glistening on his dick as he looked down at the mess with a smug grin.

“Ready to go?”

Ahzii nodded, legs trembling as he placed her gently on the ground.

She pulled her dress down and grabbed a makeup wipe from her purse, cleaning her face with a few quick swipes. Then she pulled out a baby wipe and cleaned herself up before handing one to Savior.

He took it, smirking .

She snatched the torn pink fabric off the floor and stuffed it into her purse. “I liked this thong, you know.”

“Me too. I’ll buy you more,” he said while buckling his pants, the grin never leaving his face.

“You better.”

She adjusted herself in the mirror, making sure she looked somewhat decent before heading for the door.

But Savior grabbed her arm and spun her back into his chest, eyes locking with hers.

“You good?” he asked, voice lower now. Gentler.

She hesitated, but nodded. “Yeah… you fucked it all away.”

He chuckled, but he didn’t let go. He wasn’t asking about just sex and she knew it.

She exhaled. “No… but it felt good saying it out loud. For once.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Not falling for me, are you, Ms. No Emotions?”

“Never,” she replied quickly, though her smirk gave her away. “Takes more than a museum date and some bomb-ass dick to get me, Mr. Unhinged.”

They both laughed before she pressed a soft kiss to his lips and stepped back.

Another knock hit the door—this time with the energy of someone about to break it down.

“Let’s go before I beat this hoe’s ass,” Ahzii muttered, rolling her eyes. “Can’t even have public sex in peace.”

Savior laughed. “ Who ’ s unhinged now?”

She flipped him off as she pushed the door open, and immediately froze.

Standing outside was an elderly Black woman, smirk on her face like she caught them in the act. Ahzii’s mouth opened, then shut. She kept walking, face burning with embarrassment.

Savior walked out behind her, composed as hell.

The woman smiled kindly at them both. Then… lifted her hand and gave Savior a high five.

Ahzii nearly tripped.

“Beautiful girlfriend,” the old woman said sweetly.

Savior grinned. “ Wife. ”

The woman’s smile widened. “Well, keep makin’ her scream like that and you’ll have a long, happy marriage.”

“Noted,” Savior said with a chuckle, holding the door open for her like the gentleman he was.

Then he jogged a few steps to catch up with Ahzii, who refused to make eye contact.

They said a quick goodbye to Keon on the way out. Ahzii was quieter now, a little embarrassed, a little stunned, but her smile was real.

This date? A complete success.

Savior knew it. Not because of the sex, or the museum, or the praise.

But because he saw it now—clearer than ever.

She was letting him peel her open. Bit by bit .

And the light he always sensed under her darkness?

It was finally starting to shine. Slowly.