Page 121 of Save Me

He cups my face. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of me, baby. I told you that.” His eyes don’t move. He keeps my gaze paralyzed on him. “You’re going to be my wife one day soon, Kennedy. You have nothing to fear with me.”

He crushes his lips to mine. Not that I had any response ready. Words stick in my throat. My logical mind wants to protest against his declarative statements.

But that stupid muscle in my chest melts. At this moment, I start to realize that Dae has stolen my heart—not a piece, not a part, not even half.

All of it.

My heart belongs to him.

I don’t know when it happened. If the robbery occurred all at once or little by little. Nor does he give me time to contemplate it when he lifts me by the waist, forcing my legs apart to straddle him. Then he slams me down onto his shaft.

I throw my head back and let out a low moan. My hips move on their own, grinding against him. Dae moves his thumb to provide my clit with the stimulation it needs.

“Say you belong to me,” he demands through clenched teeth.

I press my lips tightly together to prevent the words from coming out. I’ve said them already tonight. Why does he need me to repeat them?

“Say it, Kennedy!” he orders. He moves his hands from my hips to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and moving my hips in a rhythm he wants. He balances his arms on either side of the bathtub to give himself leverage to raise his hips to meet mine on every downstroke.

“Dae,” I whisper before clenching my lips again.

“That’s it,” he coos. “You want to say it, but that fucking stubbornness is getting in your way.”

My breath is stolen when he surges upward. He pushes so deeply inside of me that I swear I feel him everywhere.

“Say it!” he growls.

“I’m …” I bite my lower lip.

“Finish the fucking sentence.”

“Y-Yours,” I rattle out when he surges into me. At the same time, his thumb pushes against my clit again.

I splinter apart. Sensations of pleasure shoot everywhere in my body. It almost becomes too much. A loud noise reverberates in my ears, and it takes too long to realize that it’s the sound of my own screams.

I yell so much that when I finally come down from my orgasm, my throat is sore, and my voice hoarse.

“That’s my little warrior,” Dae says as he pulls me against his chest.

My body is spent and completely satiated after he’s fucked me ruthlessly for the second time tonight. As I willingly lay against his hard, sweaty chest, the last feeling I should have invades my body.

Safety.

With his strong arms tightly holding me to him, I feel utterly and completely protected.

I know my heart is in danger.

Yet, I’m too far gone to do anything about it.

CHAPTER 34

Kennedy

I wake up feeling like I’m floating on a cloud, a feeling I’ve become used to. Dae’s bed is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in, which is saying something considering some of the places I’ve had the luxury of staying in my lifetime.

It’s not the bed.

I roll over onto my back and groan at that thought. It’s true. It’s not the bed alone that has me feeling so damn comfortable and, yes, at home.

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