Page 52 of Saviour
Not until the man giving me kisses that could thaw a frozen heart has shown me that I actually am worth sticking around for. I am something. I am someone. And I haven’t got to run anymore.
My parents might have left me. My foster families might have treated me badly. Maxwell might have hurt me.
But Dax will never let me go. He’ll never treat me as anything less than exceptional. And he will never hurt me.
That I am sure of.
Without removing his lips from my skin, he lifts me higher up the bed until my head rests softly on the pillows. His lips tackle my neck, my collarbones, my shoulders, trailing further down my arms as he pulls the straps of my dress below my elbow until it’s off. He repeats the motion with the other side until my dress is only just covering my breasts.
Kissing back over my collarbone, he lowers his lips further and further down until he’s nudging my dress down with his chin and I’m exposed. He kisses slowly around each breast before latching onto a nipple and sucking gently.
My back arches into him instinctively and a soft gasp leaves my lips at the pleasure. I can instantly feel myself growing wetter as he sucks and nibbles at my nipple, treating the other with the same admiration.
I wriggle underneath him, anticipating more from him, desperate to feel himthere.
After a few more seconds, he bites each nipple a little harder than before and continues his descent lower, kissing every inch of my skin, my dress following him.
Dax’s hands pull gently at my dress and I lift my hips to help him remove it from underneath me. He kisses over my stomach, from hip bone to hip bone, over each of my thighs, torturing me as he goes lower down each leg.
I can feel my wetness dampening my knickers and I start to get restless at his teasing. He starts to slowly kiss up each thigh, feathering kisses closer and closer to my core when his fingers loop into my underwear and he starts to slowly pull those down too. He keeps his lips close to my centre, never leaving my skin as he kisses up and down, until finally, his fingers gently graze up the inside of my legs and his fingers pull my lips apart and his tongue ever so gently licks me from bottom to top and my whole body shivers.
He does it over and over, gently licking and sucking on my clit, an endless torture of teasing, each time his tongue caresses me.
But it’s not until I really look at him, eyes closed and working me slowly, that I know he’s not teasing me at all. No, he’s worshipping me. Savouring me. And I have never been so turned on in my life.
Two of his fingers dance around my entrance before breaching the barrier and slowly he pumps them into me as I writhe underneath him.
He spends what feels like hours between my legs, devouring me until they start to shake. His fingers continue to slowly pull my orgasm from me as he laps at my clit, and I shake and shake, trying to cling to this exact feeling, never wanting to let it go. To be desired, wanted. To have been given it all.
So in return, I let it all go, giving it all back to Dax until there’s nothing left to give. Because if I could give him everything in the world, I would.
Starting with myself.
Dax slows his tongue, gently pulling his fingers from me and kissing his way back up to my lips. He loses himself there and I lose myself with him, savouring our taste together.
“Dax, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I whisper, and when he finally opens his eyes, it’s like the whole world stops. There’s passion, hunger, desperation, want, and need.
He lifts up off the bed and goes to pull his shirt off, but I stop him, climbing off the bed to stand in front of him.
“Let me,” I whisper, replacing his hands with mine.
I pull his shirt off slowly, throwing it to the floor before reaching up on my tiptoes to return his soft kisses. I move my lips over his neck, his collarbones, the tattoos that blanket his shoulders and chest. I walk in circles around him, kissing his back and shoulder blades before returning to his front.
Sucking gently on his nipple, I nibble and lick before moving on to his piercing, playing with the bar with my tongue, causing Dax to breathe deeper. I lower my kisses, lapping at his stomach and abs, feeling the hard ridges with my tongue on each stroke.
Dax deserves to be worshipped and savoured just as much as me, if not more. And I want to take my time to show him that I feel the same way.
Never taking my lips off his skin, I play around with the belt to his jeans and undo it, popping open the button and lowering to my knees to pull them down his legs. I kiss over his bulge through his black boxers, his cock hard and throbbing against my lips through the cotton, and I have to stop myself from rushing it in excitement. I gently pull down his boxers, letting his dick spring free to bob in front of my face.
I plant kisses up and down his shaft softly as I pull his boxers and trousers around his ankles. I pepper kisses over his balls and back up to the tip before he pulls my head back by my plait and rubs my lips with his thumb.
He pulls me to stand and towering over me, he breaks the silence.
“As much as I’d love to fuck your mouth, Birdie, I need you in another way.”
I nod and let him lead me back to the bed, lying down in my original position, his strong body hovering over me.
“Let me get a condom,” he says, but I just shake my head, halting his words for a minute. “Rori,” he says my name, not as a question, but more of a gentle warning.
