Page 224 of Saving Her

The heat of her consumes me.

But those eyes… those fucking eyes enslave me, leaving me powerless.

Everything inside me screams to dive farther between her legs, to lunge forward and take what’s readily offered. Instead, I battle temptation, moving agonizingly slowly, my stubble grazing her inner thighs.

Each inch of devoured space intoxicates me more. Makes me burn. Pushes my restraint further.

All I want is to sate my need. But more importantly, I want to feed hers.

I stop a breath away from her pussy and close my eyes against the allure.

My mouth waters at her scent—sweet soap and heavy arousal. I can already taste her; the juices make my tongue swell in anticipation.

But still, I don’t take.

I withstand the temptation. Teasing myself. Testing.

I need to know the mindlessness she inspires can be tamed because I won’t hurt her. Not like this. Not ever. If I did, I’d—

“Luca,” she begs. “I can’t take the anticipation any longer.” She shudders with an inhale. “I feel like there’s a constant stream of electricity coursing through me… I’m trembling.”

“Tell me what you need.”

She whimpers. “I have no clue. This is new to me. But I trust you to know what you’re doing.”

I’ve got no fucking idea. Not with her. Not with someone I’m petrified of hurting.

Yet the compulsion to provide and protect latches its claws deep. I won’t leave her wanting.

I nestle farther between her legs, placing my mouth right before her core.

Her breath catches with every inhale. Her tongue snakes out to nervously swipe her lower lip.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

There’s never been a prettier sight.

“Don’t keep anything from me,” I demand. “Not your fear or your pain. At the first sign of hesitation, you make sure you tell me to stop.”

“I will.”

I bridge the space to her pussy, my hands digging into her thighs. I never quit watching her as I take my first taste, the slick heat of her arousal coating my tongue.

She gasps. Jolts.

Her surprise fucking moves me. Soul deep.

I lick again and again, slow strokes, tender touches, until those jolts lessen and she settles into the sensation, her hands finding my hair.

At first, she’s hesitant. Gentle touches. Gliding fingers.

But I need more. I want her to share this obsession. This compulsion.

I delve deeper. Lashing her pussy with longer swipes and teasing flicks against her clit.

The jolts return with each new movement, and it takes too fucking long to realize it must be because the sensations are foreign. She’s never had this. Never had a man pay homage to her perfection.

The insight makes me work harder to please her.

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