Page 141 of Rose
“Mmm... shit.” Savior groaned, eyes fluttering open to find Ahzii between his legs, her eyes locked on his as her mouth worked his dick like she owned it. Her head bobbed in a smooth, relentless rhythm while her hands massaged his balls withskillful pressure. The nightmare—no, flashback—faded instantly under the pull of her throat.
She didn’t ease up. She swallowed him whole, relaxing her jaw as she took him deeper, then gagged just a little, sending a jolt through his spine.
“Fuck... Allure,” he growled, his toes curling as he felt his soul about to leave his body.
It wasn’t even noon on his thirty-third birthday, and he already knew—this was the best birthday he’d ever had.
“Mmm...” she moaned around him, the vibration of her voice sending a ripple of pleasure up his spine. He felt his nut rise fast—too fast—and she knew it. She stayed on rhythm, devouring every drop the second he erupted in her throat.
“Shit...” he breathed out, chest rising and falling as she swallowed, then licked him clean like he was dessert.
Ahzii rose slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving him that wicked little grin. “Happy birthday, Sav,” she said sweetly, like she hadn’t just stolen his soul and handed it back like a gift.
“Damn... Allure.” He reached for her, pulling her into his arms as she squealed and laughed.
“That’s how you waking your man up on his birthday?” he teased, voice still hoarse from the high.
She grinned. “Still not my man. But I figured you deserved it—especially after the way you fucked me senseless last night.”
He laughed, full and easy, the way he only did with her. Ahzii had been staying with him for the past two weeks. He’d refused to let her leave, and truthfully, she hadn’t wanted to. His bed was more comfortable than hers, and so was his presence.
She pecked his lips quickly before slipping out of his grasp. “Get up and get dressed. We’re going for a run. Then I’ll come back and make breakfast.”
Savior raised a brow, amused. “Don’t burn down my kitchen, Allure.”
She turned to mug him. “First off, I can cook. I just don’t like to. And I hope you bite your tongue when you eat for coming for my cooking.”
She spun on her heel, but he moved fast, grabbing her and pulling her back in with one arm around her waist.
“Thank you, Allure.” His voice softened, grounding them in something deeper. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
She looked up, her expression open. “You’re welcome. It’s your day, and we’re celebrating. Now move it, your breath is kicking.”
She slipped away with a laugh before he could reply.
“Yeah?” he called after her. “But you now have my dick on your breath.”
“And maybe my new favorite taste,” she called back, smug and satisfied.
He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked into the bathroom.
The steam from the night still clung to the mirror, but as it faded, he saw himself clearly—no longer that thirteen-year-old boy, but still carrying all of his scars like armor. That birthday had never left him. The blood. The silence. The weight of what he was forced to become.
No cake. No gifts. No song.
Just death in his veins, a blade in his hand, and pain in his chest.
Sarai had kept her promise with chocolate chip pancakes. Aunt Marley had baked him cookies. But it still wasn’t love. Not the kind that settled in your bones and told you you mattered.
But now...
Now there was Ahzii. Showing up. Waking him up with her mouth, her energy, her presence.
Celebrating him.
And maybe, just maybe, healing a boy inside the man who had never felt celebrated a day in his life.
Savior came downstairs in a white muscle tee and red Nike sweats, freshly showered and still drying his face with a towel when he paused at the bottom step. Leon Thomas played through the speakers, his soulful voice floating through the air while Ahzii stood in the kitchen, singing off-key into a knife like it was a mic. She danced barefoot, tossing fruit to Brasi, Bishop, and Ace between bites, fully immersed in her own little world.
