Page 83 of Savior
She blinks, bringing a hand up to rake her fingers through her long hair. Her distraught gaze, still fixed on my bare abdomen, seemingly unable to meet my eyes just yet.
She doesn’t have to say anything. I already know, this a fucking Jack thing. Kneeling before her, I place my hands on her knees and wait for her to lift her eyes to mine.
“Jack used to… I’m sorry…” she stammers.
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
She sighs, seemingly frustrated with herself. “I should know better by now. I don’t know why I reacted…”
“Healing takes time, doll.” I say, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I’ll never hurt you, Vanna. I could never hurt a woman. Ever. Least of all a woman I’m madly in love with. My hands will never touch you in anger. Only in love and desire. You’re safe with me. Even when I’m fucking the hell out of you.”
She humors me with a slight smile, scooting herself forward to wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. I hold her back. And it isn’t long before I feel her lips press to my neck, kissing me softly at first. Then the wet tip of her tongue tempting me to proceed.
“Are we okay?” I ask, just to make damn certain.
“Yes.” She nibbles at my ear. “It’s just us. There’s no more Jack.”
I lean back to look her in the eyes. “No. There isn’t. He’s gone. Forever.”
“Because you ended him.” There’s a searing heat in her eyes now.
“Fuck yeah, I did.”
“Because you’re my protector… my dark Knight.”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely, baby.”
She releases me to push herself back further onto the mattress, looking up at me as I stand to shed my jeans. I watch as her lustful eyes dance over my body, still seemingly impressed with what I’ve got to offer her. I’ve been hitting the gym regularly since my recovery. Though, I often wonder if I’m losing my edge, having not participated in any underground fights since the entire Jack Nero ordeal. I think the fact that I haven’t, pleases her. And all I want to do, is fuckin’ please her.
She lays back against the pillows, the leather cut she’s wearing, falling open a bit. Though not enough to see her gorgeous breasts in their entirety. As if she can read my mind, her finger skims the edge of the leather, curling into it and pulling it open to expose one of her breasts to me. I watch as the capillaries in that little bud constrict, hardening under my heated gaze. I wonder if it’s my burning desire for her in my stare, that has her body already responding to my attention.
“Shall I turn over?” she smirks, “Give you a better view of your patch on my back?”
“We’ll get to that.” I fist my cock. “Open that cut up all the way. Show me everything that belongs to me.”
She peels the leather open wider, and I watch as her hands move back to her soft, full breasts, slowly kneading them and toying with her nipples. Tempting me further.
“Tell me, Kitten… What is it that you want from me?”
The light emanating from the lamp on the night table is dim. She saw to that herself, swapping out my shades and bulbs the first chance she got. Even so, the slight flush of pink coloring her cheeks now, is still evident in the lambent glow.
“Don’t be shy, little Peony. Your wish is my command. Especially as my Queen. Especially, on your birthday.”
She giggles in response. So, Vanna. “Does this make you, my King?”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be… Knight. King. Old Man.”
That last one pulls a half-hearted grimace out of her. “How will I ever decide, with so many MC terms to choose from?” she teases.
“Call me whatever you want.”
“Mine?” she smirks.
“That works.”
“How about rogue or scoundrel?”
“How about you stop fucking with me and tell me what you’d like me to do to you?”
