Page 62 of Saving Saul

I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, and feeling him shudder beneath me. He’s so hard it’s almost painful, his breath coming in ragged pants as I move my hips, dragging myself along his length, teasing the both of us.

“Tessa,” he grits out, his voice full of warning andneed.

I don’t answer him. Instead, Itakehim, sinking down, letting him fill me inch by inch. My head falls back as pleasure licks up my spine, my body stretching, accommodating,owningthe way he fits inside me like he was made for this.

Made for me.

His hands snap to my hips, holding me there, making me feel every inch of him, his jaw clenched so tightly it looks like he’s barely holding on.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough.

I do. And what I see nearly undoes me.

He’swrecked.

His pupils blown wide, his lips parted, his breathing ragged. But more than that—there’s somethingvulnerablein his eyes, raw and unguarded. This isn’t just sex. This is a reckoning.

This isus.

I start moving slowly and deliberately, rolling my hips, finding that rhythm that unravels us. He lets me take the lead, lets me use him the way I need to—to feel him, to claim him, to make him understand that no matter what happened in the past, no matter what darkness clings to him, hebelongsto me just as much as I belong to him.

His hands roam my body, gripping, teasing, guiding. Every touch is fire, every drag of his fingers across my skin igniting something inside me that I can’t contain.

“Tessa,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillows, his throat exposed.

I lean down, kissing along his jaw, his throat, and his chest, whispering against his skin, “I love you, Saul. I love you. You don’t get to run from me again.”

His entire body tenses beneath me, his hands stilling on my hips. He looks up at me, his eyes dark and stormy, something breaking apart inside him.

Then, in one swift motion, heflipsus, pinning me beneath him. I gasp, my breath stolen by the sheer force of his presence. He looms over me, his forearms braced on either side of my head, his body still locked with mine, buried deep.

His lips crash against mine, raw and hungry, swallowing my moan as he thrusts into me, hard and desperate.

“Say it again,” he growls against my mouth.

I grip his face, my nails digging into his skin as I stare up at him. "I love you."

His eyes darken, his hips snapping forward, deeper, rougher, his control breaking.

"Again," he demands.

"I love you," I breathe, arching against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

His lips claim mine in a bruising kiss, and then he’s gone—completelygone, lost in the moment, in the rhythm of us, in the fire that we’ve always been. There is no past, no future—justthis.

Justus.

And when we fall over the edge together, our bodies trembling, our breathing ragged, I know the truth.

We are inevitable.

Saul collapses beside me, his chest rising and falling in sync with mine. The heat between us is still thick, our bodies tangled in a heap of limbs, sweat, and whispered promises.

Then he shifts, rolling onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. His fingers trail down my arm, tracing the pearls against my collarbone.

“Tessa,” he murmurs, his voice still rough from everything we just did.

I turn my head to look at him, still trying to catch my breath.

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