Page 37 of Saviour
I pause for a moment because I can’t believe the most gorgeous creature on this planet has never been kissed. Why has no one kissed her before?
I push the bag out of the way and step into her, lifting her into my arms, my hands firmly under her ass.
“Dax!” she squeals, but I continue moving to the ring.
I duck slightly so she’s manoeuvred underneath the first two ropes and when I sit her down, two ropes between us, I lean forward, gripping her neck with one hand and diving back in to give her a second kiss.
It’s passionate and raw and I have never felt anything like it. At first, she doesn’t know what to do, until her lips start to move with mine. I fight with myself to keep my tongue in my mouth not to overwhelm her, but it’s getting harder and harder to restrain myself from tasting her properly.
After a few more seconds, I pull away and lean my head against hers. Her eyes are closed and there’s a little colour on her cheeks.
“That is how I should’ve kissed you the first time. And this,” I say, lifting her chin slightly and whispering to her lips, “is how I should’ve kissed you the second time.”
With that, I go back in for more but flick my tongue over her bottom lip until she parts them further, allowing me access. I caress my tongue gently over hers until she retaliates and explores herself. And within moments, we’re battling each other in the most passionate and incredible kiss I’ve ever had.
Kissing isn’t something I’ve ever really cared for, but kissing Rori is more than anything I could’ve imagined.
Small whimpers leave her as we kiss and I can’t even hold my own groan in when she slides further to the edge of the ring, her legs wrapping around my waist.
The ropes in between restrict us, but we try to get closer to each other with every breath.
My dick grows with every second and I’m conscious of the fact last night I scared her. But when her legs wrap around my waist tighter and she presses herself up against me, I can’t help but grind into her.
It feels fucking incredible and all worry about Rori running off disappears when she moans out loud into my mouth, grinding back against me.
Who knew dry humping could feel just as good as the real deal.
After a couple more minutes, she pulls back slightly and we both catch our breaths, our hips slowing to a stop.
I can hear her thoughts racing a mile a minute and I bring my hands up to her cheeks, forcing her eyes to mine.
“You are incredible. And nothing about this is wrong. You understand me?”
And with a wide smile, she nods and leans back in for more.
The next month passes in exactly the same way. I wake up, and sometimes Dax is next to me on top of the covers, but sometimes I have a peaceful sleep and don’t need him there. Then I spend most of the day in the gym.
Dax has taught me more moves. We’ve started a new routine where I’ll practise my sequence and then we’ve started doing it together in the ring, but he has gloves too instead of pads, and he’s taught me how to dodge punches correctly.
He’s shown me some more self-defence moves, including helping me to perfect the hip toss he taught me when I first got here.
And then we kiss. Every day. Every hour probably.
Nothing more happens, but we kiss. And even though I feel a little foolish because I know what boys want, mybrotherstaught me that, I can’t help but feel happy.
I have no idea what’s going on, and every time I get too excited or want more, I panic and that’s when the bad dreams of Maxwell come back to haunt me. I haven’t told Dax anything yet and I know I should, but I also know my time here is only temporary.
Carlo pops up every now and then to remind me he’s still here and isn’t going anywhere and he could ruin me in a matter of minutes. Like I need the reminder.
And the truth is, I’m still holding up my end of the bargain by distracting Dax. Only I’m doing it for me now, too. I like spending time with him and after doing so, I’m learning that he’s actually nothing like the family he’s been raised in.
Every day I feel bad for Dax as I know he’s still missing King and Puck, and it’s eating him alive not knowing where they are or if they’re okay. But a really selfish part of me likes the attention he gives me. And the longer he focuses on me, the longer I have with him.
Today, I wake up alone, jump in the shower, and get ready. My closet has become a lot more stocked this past month. Dax even took me shopping, but I refused to let him spend too much on me. We went into all the lower brand shops and I got a nice selection of jeans and T-shirts. That’s all I need.
Putting on a pair of black skinny ripped jeans and a black-and-white chequered shirt, I make my way out of the room. I’ve become quite accustomed to the mansion and I know my way around pretty well. If Carlo wasn’t living here, it would feel exactly what I think a home should feel like. But I know a house doesn’t make a home.
I head to the kitchen to get some breakfast and smile when I see Maria stashing some plates away.
