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But he let it go. Because she needed him to.
“You’re dick is poking me, Savior,” Ahzii muttered, trying to shift off his lap. His dick, hard and thick, pressed against her through the thin barrier of his underwear, impossible to ignore.
“This what you do to me, Allure,” he said with a cocky smirk.
She turned her head, trying to hide the heat rising in her cheeks. It was infuriating how easily he flipped her mood, how one second she could be ready to fight, and the next she was blushing like he hadn’t just pissed her off hours ago. He pulled too many emotions out of her. Way too fast.
“I can take care of that,” she said, bolder than she meant to be.
After the memory she’d relived in her sleep—one that tore her open from the inside out—she needed an escape. Needed him to fuck her out of it. To make her forget everything else existed.
“I know you can,” he said, his eyes dropping to her thighs, “and you will. Later.”
She mugged him. “You denying me my dick?”
The words left her mouth before she thought them through, and they echoed, sharp and familiar. She’d said them before. The last time had been in the tub, right before William made love to her in a room full of steam and bubbles. Their last night together.
Savior’s face softened. “Never that. But I need to handle something first. Sarai and Kyre are coming up soon to get you ready.”
She blinked, thrown off. “Ready for what?”
He smirked, leaned up, and kissed her neck, then her lips. She let him. Hell, she wanted him to kiss her somewhere else too, especially right now.
“Your man is taking you on a date.”
She couldn’t help the blush that crept up, but she refused to let it go unchecked. “And let me guess—I have to say yes even if this breaks my boundary?”
“Yes, you do. Just don’t fall in love with me after the first date,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. He stood with her still in his arms, pressing another kiss to her lips before setting her down gently. He was always gentle with her, even when he was fucking the soul out of her. His hands, his mouth—always soft. Always careful.
And that did something to her.
This massive, dangerous man with death in his eyes always turned to silk for her.
He moved across the room to grab his sweats, and Ahzii stayed where she was, watching him shamelessly. The way his muscles flexed with every movement, the tattoos stretching across his back, the cut of his abs—she admired all of it, unbothered about getting caught.
“My fuck buddy is fine!” she said with a laugh, folding her arms and grinning.
Savior looked up while lacing his Nike Dunks, smirking at her goofy smile.
“She’s slowly coming out,” he said under his breath, pride flickering in his eyes.
“Who?” she asked, brows furrowing at the way he looked at her.
He shook his head. He saw her—reallysaw her—but he knew she wasn’t ready to see herself yet. So he didn’t push it.
“Nothing,” he said. “Just like seeing you smile.”
Before she could respond, the sharp buzz of her phone cut through the moment.
Ahzii glanced down at her buzzing phone and sighed when she saw Kyre’s name.
She answered. “Hello—”
“Are y’all done fucking so we can come in?” Kyre cut in, not even pretending to greet her properly. “We’ve got appointments to get to and don’t need to be late.”
“What appointments?” Ahzii asked, watching Savior pull on his shirt before grabbing his wallet and keys. “What do y’all have planned that I don’t know about?”
