Page 183 of Rose
Savior stepped back, watching her. The furrow in her brow, the way her lips parted slightly when she concentrated, he couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, her arms still steady, her voice holding a playful bite.
“Focus, Allure. Never take your eyes off the target.” He tried to sound serious, but the curve of his mouth betrayed him.
“It’s hard to focus when you’re over there snickering in my ear.”
“Deep breath,” he said, ignoring her sass. “When you exhale… fire.”
She did exactly that—inhale, exhale, pull. The shot cracked through the air, but the can stayed upright, the bullet whizzing just shy of its mark.
“Fuck. This is hard.” She dropped her arms, frustration pulling at her shoulders.
“Taking a life isn’t easy.” His words carried a weight that made her glance up at him.
“I don’t want to take a life. I just want to defend mine,” she said, her lips pouting in defiance.
He leaned in and kissed that pout, slow and soft. “Allure, if you ever raise a gun at someone, intend to take their life. Because if they came for you once, they’ll come back.”
She gave a small nod, though her sigh was heavy. “Well… they’re coming back, because I suck at this.” She shoved the gun toward him, dead serious.
Savior chuckled, shaking his head. When she first asked to learn, she thought it was as simple as point and shoot. Now, she was realizing every pull of the trigger carried more than just aim, it carried consequence.
“You’ll get there, Allure. It’s only our second time, and you’re already better than I was the second time I ever shot.” Savior slid an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.
“Yeah? And how old were you when you learned?” she asked, tilting her head up at him.
“Seven… but—”
She smacked her lips. “Exactly. You were born to do this shit. Thanks, but you suck at making a person feel better.” She tried to pull away, but he caught her again.
“Oh, I know exactly how to make you feel better.” His voice dipped low, warm against her ear, and her cheeks heated instantly. She knew what he meant.
“Be serious, Sav. I’m never going to get this.” Her pout deepened, but he kissed it away.
“Stop pouting, with yo adorable ass. You’re gonna get it, I promise. It’s just focus, breathing control, and accuracy.”
She rolled her eyes. “All the things I don’t have. I can’t focus with your fine ass watching me, I got asthma so breathing control is out the window, and accuracy? Clearly, we see how that’s going.”
He chuckled, shaking his head.
“And you think it’s funny? Maybe you need to find a new candidate for a wife. How can I call myself Mrs. Carter if I can’t even shoot like one?”
His smile slipped, and he reached down, pinching her ass.
“Ouch! Why do you always go for the ass? I have thighs too, you know.”
“And those,” he said without missing a beat, “are made for suffocating my face while I’m devouring that pussy from below.”
Her laughter came sharp and bright, but the heat between her thighs told on her. He didn’t give her time to recover before pulling her close, their lips just a breath apart.
“Why you always coming for my wife? Whether you learn to shoot or not, you’ll still be protected. You’ll still be Mrs. Carter. And I told you about disrespecting me, Allure… stop doing that shit.”
She grinned, snapping a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
“Yo ass so goofy.” He shook his head, but there was no hiding the smile tugging at his mouth.
They kissed again, laughter still lingering between them, and when he handed her the gun once more, his voice dropped into that patient, commanding tone she loved. “Breathe… and let it go, baby.”
