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Savannah’s body shook as waves of pleasure took over her body, herpussy convulsing. I rubbed harder at my cock, desperate to find my own release.
Giving her a moment’s reprieve, I lifted my head to stare at her as shecame down from her high, her tits heaving from where she was trying to catch her breath.
When her legs unclenched, Savannah shifted, trying to move me outfrom between her legs, but placing my free hand on her belly, I held her in place, not done with her yet as I licked her slit again.
“No more, please, Nash,” she begged. Ignoring her pleas, I continuedto tease her clit with my tongue, and she began to writhe underneath me.
“Nash!” she cried as a second orgasm hit her, and once again herlegs clenched, and her hand landed in my hair where she tugged hard.
Her undoing pushed me over the edge and my cock erupted, spillingmy warm release over my hand.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to fill her with my come.
For a minute, the only sound that filled the back of the limo was ourheavy panting as we stared at each other. For the first time all night, a sense of calm had descended over Savannah, and she finally seemed sated.
When my breath returned, I pulled a tissue from my pocket andwiped my hand as Savannah readjusted her dress, covering her tits.
As I got up from my knees, I pulled her dress down to cover herpussy, and when she sat herself up, I grabbed her arm, and once again pulled her into my lap.
For the rest of the journey, neither of us spoke. Savannah closed hereyes as she rested her head against my chest. I let myself enjoy the moment, hoping like hell Savannah’s walls wouldn’t spring back up when we were home.
Chapter 18
Savannah
By the time Brian stopped the car outside an enormous mansionabout an hour outside of the city, I was exhausted; mentally and physically.
I tried to keep my eyes open, tried to ignore how comfortable I was inNash’s arms, and tried my damned hardest to remind myself that he was the man who drugged me and violated me while I was unconscious, but exhaustion won.
As the bright lights of the Vegas Strip faded away, I snuggled intoNash’s warm embrace, and closed my eyes, allowing myself to have one night of peace.
I briefly stirred as Nash lifted me out of the car and into his arms,whispering softly to me to go back to sleep as he carried me to the bedroom,and for the rest of the night, I slept soundly, without any drugs running through my system.
Warm sunlight streaming through giant windows lined with whitevoile curtains woke me, and I slowly sat up in bed, taking in the sight of my new bedroom.
It was beautiful.
I wasn’t at all surprised to find the room was enormous, and no doubtthe rest of the house was. But Iwassurprised to find it decorated the way it was. I would have bet my last dollar that Nash liked his decor dark and moody like the interior of Onyx was, but this room was the complete opposite.
The space was bright and airy, decorated with hues of ivory,terracotta, and gold, giving it a Mediterranean feel. A wrought iron chandelier hung from the high ceiling, with little glass droplets hanging from each arm, and reflecting the sun’s rays onto the wall.
The bed was a four-poster king, made of deep brown oak withintricate designs carved into the wood, and elegant voile drapes, the same as what hung from the windows, tied at each poster.
The sheets were made of the softest white cotton material I’d evertouched, and I couldn’t stop myself from running a hand over it, the material feeling like silk under my palm.
An enormous oak wardrobe took up the length of one wall, and amatching dressing table with an ornate mirror standing in the middle was placed against another wall.
As my eyes roamed the room, taking everything in, my hand hitagainst something hard as I ran it over the bed. Looking down, it was to find a phone with a note resting against it. The note simply said,‘For you.’
Picking the phone up, I turned it over in my hand, a small smiletugging at my lips. It was the latestiPhone,and no doubt cost a fortune. It was anupgrade from the crappy phone I’d been using for the last few months, that was for sure.
Tapping on the screen, a notification box came up to indicate a text.Seeing as there was no PIN required, I opened up the message.
Good morning, sweetheart, You looked so beautiful sleeping in our bed, I didn’t want to disturb you. I needed to go to work for a few hours, so make yourself at home. In the wardrobe, you’ll find new clothes for you, and if you need anything else, my housemaid, Jessica, will be able to help. Have a good day, Nash.
I read over the message a few times, trying to ignore the flutter ofbutterflies in my belly every time I reread the first line.I shouldn’t want Nash telling me I was beautiful. I shouldn’t get a warm, fuzzy feeling rushing through me at him referring to the bed asours.
But I did.
