Page 107 of Rose
Tonight, she saw more than the unhinged, bold man who crashed his way into her life. She saw the quiet in him. The ache he carried in silence. The protector. The observer. The man who survived by adapting, the way she had.
Maybe, just maybe, they were two broken pieces that didn’t feel jagged around each other.
And that terrified her.
“Want another pineapple?” Ahzii asked, holding up the bowl with a lazy smile.
“Yeah,” Savior said, voice thick and low as his eyes stayed trained on her lips rather than the fruit. She grabbed a slice and handed it to him, but instead of eating it, he bit into it slow, letting the sweet juice pool in his mouth. Then he held it there—no chew, no swallow.
Before she could even question him, he pulled the pineapple from his teeth and set it down, shifting on the couch. She barely noticed, too busy scrolling through Netflix.
That is, until—
“Fuck—Savior!”
She jumped, a squeal ripping from her throat when his mouth wrapped around her big toe. Her head snapped down, eyes wide, and he didn’t flinch. His lips moved like he was savoring something expensive, tongue sliding slowly between each toe like he was tasting her soul.
“I been craving to taste these fucking toes,” he murmured against her skin, kissing the arch of her foot before popping the pineapple into his mouth and chewing like nothing happened.
Ahzii sat frozen, lips parted, chest rising like she’d just sprinted. That shit felt… sinful. And too damn good.
“Why you looking at me like that, Allure?” he asked, eyes still on the TV like he hadn’t just fucked her head up with his mouth.
“Nothing,” she said quickly, trying to hide the tremble in her voice and the heat curling between her thighs.
“If you want me to do it again, just say that.” His smirk was cocky, unapologetic.
“Nope. I’m good.” But her toes rubbed together in betrayal, and he noticed.
Without a word, Savior lifted her legs off his lap and stood, but didn’t let go. Her feet stayed in his hands as he stared down at her like a lion deciding what part of the meal to devour next.
“Savior… what are you—”
She didn’t finish. She couldn’t. His lips were already back on her toes, sucking each one slow, deliberate, like he was imprinting her taste in his memory. His tongue slid between them like he had all night to worship her feet. Her head fell back into the couch as her mouth parted in a breathy moan.
“Mmmm…” she whimpered.
And he wasn’t done.
He reached into the bowl, grabbed a strawberry, and pushed it into his mouth. The juice painted his lips red before he bent again and started kissing and sucking her toes like they were dipped in his favorite dessert.
Strawberry juice ran in rivulets down her foot, sticky and sweet, and still, he didn’t stop. His tongue lapped it up. His mouth covered her arch. He groaned deep like her taste turned him on more than anything.
“I could eat you alive, Allure,” he muttered against her skin, his voice guttural, sinful. “Starting right the fuck here.”
Ahzii couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Her body betrayed every boundary she tried to keep. She was soaked, aching, and completely at this man’s mercy—all from the way he kissed, and sucked her feet like they were something to worship.
And worst of all?
She wanted more.
Savior dragged his tongue along the arch of her foot, then kissed his way up her legs—slow, deliberate, savoring every inch like her skin was made of something he couldn’t ever get enough of. Her tight grey shorts clung to her body, rising high on her thighs as she shifted under his touch, breath catching the closer he got.
When he reached the soft flesh of her inner thigh, he paused.
A burn mark—small but visible—made his lips still for just a second.
Ahzii saw it too. Her heart dropped. She instinctively tried to pull away, to hide it, to cover it like she always did—but his grip only tightened, gentle but firm. Savior didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the mark.
