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She nodded frantically, legs trembling, lips parted with a gasp. “Yes… yes, Savior…”
“Cum with me,” he growled, hips slamming up one last time. “So we can go home.”
On cue, their bodies tensed—hers clenching around him with a scream, his arms gripping tight as he spilled inside the condom with a loud groan. They came together, raw and wrecked, tangled in the sand beneath the moonlight.
And for once, Ahzii didn’t feel lost.
She feltfound.
Savior slowly pulled out, her body still trembling in his arms, and bent to grab their scattered clothes, carrying her back to the car.
“Savior… can I put something on? I’m cold. And my scars…” Ahzii’s voice dropped to a whisper, panic flickering behind her eyes. “They ugly.”
She stood stiffly beside the car, arms instinctively folding across her chest like she could hide every wound he hadn’t already touched.
“You ain’t supposed to rewrap a perfect gift after it’s been opened,” he said smoothly. “And those scars you calling ugly?” He finally turned to face her, eyes burning into hers. “That’s what makes the gift even more fucking beautiful.”
Her heart twisted, body still cold but now burning under his stare.
“Boy, I’m not a gift. Gimme my damn dress.” She reached out, half-playful, half-defensive—but Savior pulled it just out of her reach like a stubborn child guarding candy.
“You are a gift,” he said, voice low and dark. “Wrapped perfectly for me… the way that pussy wrapped around my dick? That shit right there—mine.”
Before she could respond, he tossed a blanket at her from the trunk. Pink. Soft. Girly.
Definitely not his.
Ahzii raised a brow. “You got a bitch blankets in your car, but worried about me going on dates?”
Savior mugged her instantly. “That’s Sarai’s,” he said tightly. “I don’t let bitches near my fucking car—or my house. You the only woman that’s been close enough to fuck up both.”
She laughed, teasingly dramatic. “Damn, relax. I was joking. I just wanted to see how crazy you’d get.”
“Crazy enough to prove a point, every time.” He shook his head, smirking. “Now get in the car, before I do something reckless again. I need to be back inside you before this high wears off. You just turned me into a bigger lunatic.”
She paused at the open door, clutching the blanket around her bare body. “Don’t fall in love, Savior. I’m damaged, remember?” Her tone softened, more honest this time. “I get that you wanna heal me or whatever, but I’m far from healing. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.”
Savior didn’t let her climb in just yet. He reached for her, cupped her neck, and pulled her face to his until their lips were a breath apart.
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do,Allure,” he murmured, voice dangerous and low. “And stop talking about my fucking wife like she ain’t everything.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips—gentle but possessive—then released her like she was fire in his hands.
Ahzii rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed. “Fucking unhinged…”
“Every inch of me,” he muttered with a grin as he shut the door behind her.
She curled into the seat, the blanket tight around her, her heart beating fast. Her mind was spinning, no longer from the wine or the high—but fromhim.Savior Carter. The man who kissed her like he’d bled for her. The man who fucked her like she was his escape. The man who, for better or worse, had crawled into every inch of her head.
And no matter how much she wanted to fight it, right now, every part of her was his.
Chapter 10
S — Scars
"Not all wounds bleed. Some burn beneath the surface, unseen but never forgotten."
“You said you don’t give a fuck about my wife’s beauty sleep?” Savior’s voice was calm—deadly calm—as it rang out from the speakerphone, slicing through the early morning silence.
