Page 22 of My Savior Valentine

"Of course, I do," I say, my voice rough with emotion. "I just... I want to do this right, Willow. I don't want to rush into anything."

She smiles softly. "I appreciate that, Reid. I really do. But I'm not some delicate flower. I know what I want, and what I want is you."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you too, Willow. More than I've ever wanted anything. But I also want to take care of you. To be there for you while you heal."

She squeezes my hand. "And you will be. But taking care of me doesn't mean keeping me at arm's length. It means being by my side every step of the way."

I nod slowly, understanding dawning. "You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just... I'm not used to this. To feeling this way about someone."

Willow leans in, her forehead resting against mine. "I'm not either. But I'm willing to figure it out together if you are."

"I am," I whisper, closing the distance between us.

I lean in, capturing Willow's lips with mine. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her heart racing, matching the pounding in my own chest.

"Reid," she whispers against my mouth, her voice breathy and full of desire. "I want you. All of you."

I pull back slightly, searching her eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm sure. I trust you, Reid."

Carefully, I help her down onto the bed, mindful of her injured leg. I prop it up gently on a cushion, making sure she's comfortable. Her eyes never leave mine, filled with a mix of anticipation and trust.

I start to undress her, my hands shaking slightly with nerves and excitement. She lifts her hips, helping me slide off her pants. I toss them aside, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. She'sbeautiful, her skin flushed with desire, her breath coming in quick gasps.

"You're stunning, Willow," I murmur.

She smiles, her eyes shining. "And you're overdressed," she teases, her fingers reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I chuckle, quickly shedding my clothes. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I can see the desire in her gaze, and it sends a surge of heat through me.

I join her on the bed, my body covering hers. Her heartbeat thuds loudly against my chest, and I’m entranced by the softness of her skin against mine. I capture her lips in another passionate kiss, my hands exploring her body.

I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her stomach. She squirms beneath me, her breath hitching as I move lower. I glance up at her, a silent question in my eyes. She nods, her lips parted, her eyes dark.

I move lower, my hands gently spreading her thighs. I can feel her tension, her anticipation. I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another, and another, moving closer to her center.

"Reid," she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please..."

I don't make her wait any longer. I dip my head, tasting her, teasing her. She moans, her hips arching off the bed. I can feel her pleasure, her desire, and it fuels my own. I continue to explore her, my tongue and lips driving her higher and higher.

"Reid," she pants, her voice breathy and desperate. "That feels... fuck… amazing..."

I smile against her, my hands gripping her hips, holding her steady as I continue to pleasure her. Her moans fill the room, her body writhing beneath me. I can feel her tension building, her pleasure growing. I want to take her to the edge, make her feel as good as she makes me feel.

Willow's body trembles beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her like a force of nature. I can taste her pleasure, sweetand intoxicating, and it drives me wild. I look up at her, our eyes locking, and I see the satisfaction glazing her emerald greens, the flush on her cheeks. She's never looked more beautiful.

Her gaze drifts down, and she notices the effect she's having on me. A small, wicked smile plays on her lips. "Reid," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "I want to fuck you. But... my leg..."

I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, then another, trailing up to her hip. "Don't worry, Willow. I've got you."

Carefully, I help her turn onto her side, making sure her injured leg is comfortable. I spoon up behind her, my body fitting perfectly against hers. I can feel her heartbeat, the rise and fall of her chest. I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, my hands exploring her body, tracing the curves I've come to know so well.

She shivers, pressing back against me. I can feel her desire, her need, matching my own. I slip a hand between her thighs, feeling her heat, her wetness. She moans, her hips moving in sync with my touch.

"Reid," she whispers, her voice filled with urgency. "Fuck me..."

I don't make her wait any longer. I guide myself into her, slowly, gently. She gasps, her body tensing for a moment before melting back into me. I wrap an arm around her, holding her close, my lips pressed against her neck.

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