Page 85 of Rose
“Will you let mefeelthe parts of you that you think are too broken to be touched?”
His hand cupped her pussy through her panties, the heat of his palm enough to make her hips jerk. He didn’t move—just let it sit there, heavy, teasing. His mouth returned to hers, tasting the breath she couldn’t catch.
“Tell me to stop,” he said against her lips.
Ahzii’s eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, into him.
“I can’t,” she breathed.
“Then let me touch you, baby,” he said, his other hand gripping her jaw. “Let me remind you that youstill alive.”
“You can’t…” she whispered, trying to push him back. Her hand barely reached his chest, more symbolic than forceful.
Savior didn’t budge.
“I don’t like being told what I can’t do, Allure,” he growled low, reaching around to unzip her dress with a fluid tug.
The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Her black lace bra clung to her body, but the fight in her had already started to fade. The sand was caught in her braids, the night wind cool against her flushed skin, but none of it mattered. Her mind, heart, and body were at war—and Savior was winning all three.
“You don’t believe my words, huh?” he said, peeling the dress lower, exposing her inch by inch like she was a secret he’d been dying to unwrap.
“No…” she moaned softly, her body betraying her. “I’m too damaged, Sav…”
His eyes stayed locked on hers. “Me too.”
With one smooth motion, he undid her bra, letting it fall to the sand. Her nipples instantly hardened in the breeze, and she gasped as he brought his mouth to one.
“Savior…” she whimpered, her voice cracking under the weight of everything she felt.
“Yes, Allure?” he murmured, his breath hot against her chest, his tone soft—onlyfor her.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, broken and breathless. “… please.”
His eyes darkened. “This dick is yours, baby. You don’t ever have to beg for it.”
Then his mouth closed over her nipple, tongue swirling while his hand massaged the other. Ahzii’s head fell back, a raw moan escaping her lips as he devoured her slowly, like worship. He switched to the other breast, kissing, licking, sucking his way down her stomach, until her dress was off completely and she lay bare beneath him—cold, hot,desperate.
He took his time sliding her panties down her legs, letting them catch on her ankles before tossing them to the side. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight, wet and aching for him.
“She knows who she belongs to,” he muttered, more to himself than her, running a thumb along her slit before parting her lips.
“Is this pussy mine, Allure?” Savior asked, voice low and lethal like a promise wrapped in a threat.
“Yes… yes,” she moaned, her hips already lifting for more.
“Just mine? No more basketball nigga, right?” he growled, sliding two thick fingers deep inside her without warning.
“Yes! Just yours… only yours,” Ahzii cried, back arching off the sand, the stretch of his fingers sending shockwaves through her.
Savior moved quick—gripping her thighs, spreading them open and folding them back until her knees nearly touched her chest. He pinned her there, one arm strong as steel, anddevouredher pussy like he was starving.
He sucked, licked, slurped on her clit like it was the only thing that mattered, all while keeping those fingers buried inside her. Her cream coated his knuckles, his beard, and still he didn’t stop.
“Oh fuck—” Ahzii moaned, toes curling in the sand, thighs shaking.
He removed his fingers just enough to fuck her deeper with his tongue, holding her down as she tried to squirm away. His mouth moved like he was spelling his name on her pussy—slow, messy,intentional.
“Shittt… yes!” she screamed, hand flying to his head, gripping his hair.
