Page 227 of Saving Her

I keep sucking. Keep licking.

I don’t stop as she trembles around me, crying my name while she comes.

It isn’t until her fingers lose their grip and she quits quivering that I pull back, falling onto my ass to stare up at her with pride.

I’m entirely spent. Physically. Emotionally.

She siphoned me of strength, but something else has taken its place. Something committed and lifelong.

This woman is everything. My priority. My goal. My future.

I don’t want to be without her. Not for a week, or a day, or a minute.

She’s mine. And not in the way she’s used to. There will be no unwilling possession, because I’m equally hers for as long as she’ll have me.

“Let’s get you washed up.” I push to my feet and grab her hand, helping her from the vanity to lead her to the shower.

She’s quiet beside me as I turn on the water, and I hope that means she’s peacefully content. I could watch her like this forever—her face flushed, eyes bright as she stares blindly ahead.

I smirk. “Need help taking off your shirt?”

The corners of her mouth rise with the hint of a smile. “No, I can do it on my own.”

She reaches for the hem, and I do the same, my fingers brushing hers. We drag the material above her stomach, over her shoulders.

I’m hard again by the time I drop the shirt to the tile. Any man would be.

She’s breathtaking. Mouthwatering.

I can’t stop dragging my gaze over her, the lush curves of her hips, the smooth stomach, the perfect breasts. But the pièce de résistance is my seed sliding down her thigh.

“Like what you see?” she drawls.

“Without a doubt.”

She lets out a breathy chuckle, the sound heaven to my ears.

I want this more often. The laughter and smiles. The subtle happiness that increases her beauty tenfold.

I lead her into the shower and close the door behind us. She moves under the water first and tugs me along with her, her arms raised between our chests, her head resting on my shoulder.

We stand in silence.

In contentment.

I kiss her forehead. Her cheek.

I can’t stop pressing my lips to her delicate skin, tasting the salt, drowning in the warmth while she remains snuggled into me.

“You’re quiet.” I place my mouth on her temple and force my libido to tap the brakes.

“I’m happy.”

I return my lips to her forehead, holding them there for long moments. “You sure?”

Despite being on cloud nine, I know this can’t be easy for her.

“I think so. It’s hard to explain.”

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