Page 53 of Saviour
“No, no barriers. I just want you. We can get a morning after pill tomorrow. We can figure it out. But I wantyou,Dax.”
“Only if you’re sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
I nod, urging him on. “I’m sure.”
He kisses me softly, then leans up, rubbing his tip up and down my pussy, coating himself in my release before placing himself at my entrance.
I take a deep breath in and instantly clench as I feel him pushing himself into me.
“Rori.” He stops, stroking my face with his hand.
“I’m okay, keep going,” I whisper quietly, squeezing my eyes tighter with every inch he pushes in.
“Birdie, relax your body. It’ll hurt more if you’re clenching. I promise I’ll make it better once I’m in. I promise. I’d never hurt you.”
I know he wouldn’t, but the feeling of him pushing into me is extremely invasive and I try to calm my racing thoughts. Dax doesn’t move, letting me battle my demons one memory at a time, and I love and hate him for it at the same time.
I stutter then, forcing my eyes open to look into his.
I love him?
And as much as I thought I’d never utter those words and as much as I thought nobody could feel that way about me, I see the same feeling reflected in his eyes.
He loves me?
My body relaxes and Dax strokes the single tear rolling down my cheek as he pushes himself in further and further. The sting is indescribable, but it doesn’t hurt like it used to with Maxwell.
“Dax,” I breathe, looking at him, really looking at him, worried that if I look away, I’ll never get to see this ever again. “Dax, I—”
“I love you, Rori.”
I open my mouth in a silent gasp, tears streaming down my cheeks until my eyes are blurry and I can't see him anymore. I blink quickly, trying to see clearly, and when I do, he’s looking down at me with so much love and adoration my heart combusts.
I feel him everywhere. Between my legs, my head, my heart. And I’ve never thought clearer.
“Dax,” I whisper, placing both of my hands on his cheeks. “I love you.”
And no words have ever felt more right falling from my lips.
Dax kisses me passionately, with every inch of love he has to give, and I return it. After a beat, he slowly raises his hips and I almost forgot he was seated inside me.
I scrunch my eyes at the burn between my legs as he slowly lifts out and then back in, but after a few more thrusts, the burn subsides and a wanting ache replaces it. I can hear my arousal with each thrust and Dax starts to pick up the pace. Not fast, but not agonisingly slow either.
And with each thrust, he never takes his eyes off mine.
He brings us both closer and I can tell by each moan that slips past his lips that he’s close, but as agonising as each thrust is when he hits that spot deep inside me, I can’t build all the way up and I almost hate myself for it, thinking I must be doing something wrong.
“Dax,” I whimper, ready to apologise for failing, for not being able to come with him, but he smiles and after placing a soft kiss to my lips, he leans up a little further, his finger coming to tap gently on my clit.
And that does it. Every thrust reaches a new high.
Every time he hits me deep, his finger glides over my clit and in no time I’m chasing the rush only he can give me.
“Dax, Dax!” I moan out breathlessly.
“I know, Birdie, come with me.”
And as soon as I let go, I feel him grunt and empty himself into me.
