Page 118 of Rose
He locked the door with a solidclick.
Her eyes fluttered open at the sound, locking on him.
He didn’t say a word. Just walked over and scooped her into his arms like she weighed nothing. Set her gently on the marble counter, her legs spreading naturally to welcome him in. Her breathing picked up as his body moved between hers.
“Sav…” she whispered, voice breathless, cracked, soaked in need.
He looked her dead in the eyes. “No feelings, right? No talking. Just this dick.” His hand slid up her thigh, slow and deliberate. “That’s what you want, right?”
She nodded fast, her head falling back, a soft gasp spilling from her lips as his fingers rubbed over the thin fabric of her thong—already soaked.
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered.
He yanked the thong to the side and slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Take all this dick, Allure. You ready to take it?” he asked, already unbuckling his belt with one hand, never stopping the slow curl of his fingers inside her soaked pussy.
“Yesss… mmmfuck… yes,” she whimpered, her legs parting wider in offering, in surrender.
He stripped out of his pants and briefs, letting his thick, veiny dick spring free—hard, heavy, and glistening with precum. Her eyes dropped to it like it was the only salvation that existed.
Savior pushed up her dress and hooked his fingers in her thong, ripping it off in one brutal motion.
“Savior!” she gasped, her head snapping forward as the torn fabric hit the floor.
“Be quiet,” he muttered.
He gripped her ass and slid her straight down on his dick.
Her pussy swallowed him whole.
They both groaned.
“Shit,” he growled, teeth grit as her walls clenched tight around him.
He lifted her up and brought her down hard on his length, again and again, building a brutal rhythm that echoed off the walls in wet slaps and choked moans.
“Shiiit!” she cried, fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“You better stay quiet, Allure,” he said between grunts, pounding into her without mercy. “Breathe and take this dick, baby.”
Her eyes rolled back as her body jerked in his grip, overwhelmed. Savior fucked her like he was trying to drag every dark thought out of her with every thrust—hard, deep, and unrelenting.
“Whose dick is this?” he growled, slapping her ass so hard she arched into him.
“It’s mine!Fuck—it’s mine!” she moaned, her body trembling as he held her up like she was nothing but weightless pleasure in his arms.
He backed her against the wall, keeping her suspended as he pulled out slow… then slammed back in. Hard.
“Savior!” she screamed.
“Bequiet,baby,” he warned, his voice rough and dark, knowing damn well he was making it impossible.
He fucked her through it. Fucked her until her voice caught in her throat and all she could do was gasp, head lolling, eyes fluttering shut. She couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Her legs shook around him as his dick dragged across every inch of her walls, coaxing her into oblivion.
The nightmare. The childhood memories. The hospital bed.
Willow.
