Page 95 of Burning Your Lies

Savannah pulls back and stares at me. “Why? What did you say?”

My hand runs down her hair. “I went to give them some money like that would make up for their son being dead. They just knew, Sav. They never had much, but at least they had one another, you know? Jordan was far from ideal, but they loved him. And I just…” I shake my head. “I just keep thinking about all the families I’ve done that to. I say I kill for justice. But what justice is that to all the families I’ve robbed a child of?”

She places a kiss above my heart before laying her head against my chest. “You are a good person. You were getting justice for those they wronged.”

“That’s not true. I’ve made myself judge and executioner.” My fingers rub up and down her back. I think about the danger I’ve put her in with Rowan. “I helped someone steal from their brother because I decided one was more right than the other. But what right did I have to decide that? I helped him steal millions and the love of his life. Turns out I was wrong. The man used the girl to steal the money. They’re both dead now.”

Savannah stills. “Does the brother know?”

“No. I know he’s searching for the money, but I think he’s looking for her. He truly loved her.” My arms tighten around her. “And I know I would turn the world upside down if someonetook you. I would literally die without you. My wrong judgment has resulted in three people dying.”

She turns the water off and strips her soaking clothes off. Reaching for two towels, she hands one to me and wraps the other around herself. “You did not murder them.”

With the towel wrapped around my waist, I step out of the shower and follow her into our bedroom. “No. I just smuggled them into Bosnia, took the money and left them without a care.”

Savannah sits me down on the bed and towel dries my hair without saying another word on the subject. She takes the time to brush through my locks and apply lotion over my skin. Her fingers are gentle, as if she’s scared I’m going to physically break. Once she’s done, she stands up and heads into the closet before returning with some pyjamas.

I stand up and point at my seat. “Let me take care of you.”

Mirroring her, I towel dry her long hair first. She lets out a few yelps when I pull too hard. I pull at her towel and let it fall onto the bed. Her smooth skin raises with goosebumps as I massage the cream into it. Her breathing deepens when I go over her breasts. Climbing off the bed, I kneel on the floor. I try not to look between her legs, but can’t help it. My eyes meet hers and I see the lust in them.

She clears her throat. “You don’t have to do my legs.”

I want to.

Collecting more of the emollient, I start with her feet and work my way up. Her stomach tightens the closer I get to her thighs. I feel her muscles tighten. I should stop. But my fingers massage her thighs until they stop at her womanhood.

“Hux,” she breathes.

I want her.I need her.

My thumb brushes over her clit and she gasps. I kiss her knee and work my way up.

Her fingers thread through the hair she just brushed through. Her hips buck up the closer I get to where I want to be. With one gentle push, she’s on her back and bared to me. She bends one leg and gives me what I’ve missed. Her heavy breath is one of relief as I run my tongue up her slit.

I pay attention to every crevice of the area, enjoying the smooth glide against my tongue. I flick my tongue over her sensitive nub and it earns me a moan. Hungry for more, I give her the affection she deserves.

Savannah moves up on the bed and lies on her pillow. She smiles at me in a way that makes me feel whole. “I love you.”

I lay next to her and pull her against me. Pulling one leg around me, I use her arousal to lubricate myself. Just as I ease into her, I whisper, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Her arms wrap around my neck, desperate to get as close to me as she can. She meets my thrusts. We’re both moaning and grunting from the pleasure of being with one another.

Her soft whimper almost makes me fill her. “That’s so deep.” Her lips are on mine and the kiss swallows our incoherent mumbles. Her fingers wrap around my hair and she pulls when I fill her whole.

“You feel so good,” I say, breaking the kiss. When she pulls my hair again, my hips buck faster. My hands are on her ass, trying to push myself deeper inside her.

Her head falls back. “Slower,” she begs. “It’s too deep.”

My favourite view will always be Savannah being fucked by me. Her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth a little open. Her breasts bounce with every thrust and her nipples beg for attention. My lips wrap around one and I suck.

“Slower.” A groan emits from her. “I’m going to come.” She pushes my chest. “Slower. Oh God. Slower, Hux.”

I slow my pace just to enjoy the show. My skin stings from where her nails claw at me. “Are you okay?”

Her wild eyes land on me. “It’s so deep.”

My laugh slips out. I kiss her jaw. “So you keep saying. Too much for you?”

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