Page 108 of Rose
Soft. Intentional.
Again. And again.
His hands massaged her thighs while his lips stayed right there, showering the spot she tried to run from with tenderness she didn’t know how to receive.
“Savior…” she moaned, unsure whether it was a plea or a warning.
“You so fucking beautiful, Allure,” he murmured between kisses. “Every inch of you. Every stretch mark. Every scar. Every burn. That shit just tell your story... and I want to read all of it.”
Ahzii’s breath hitched, because it was what he said, and how he said it. Like he meant it. Like he saw her completely, and still wanted to taste her anyway.
He slid her shorts down slowly, revealing she wore nothing underneath.
“No panties?” he asked with a wicked grin, before pressing his lips to her already glistening lips. She gasped, caught off guard, but too far gone to resist. Then, as if he needed to see all of her—he lifted her shirt, revealing her c-section scar.
Her body stiffened immediately.
She moved to cover it, shame rising fast, but Savior caught her hand and traced her fingers over the scar.
His eyes never left hers.
“It’s a—” she started in a panic.
“You don’t have to tell me, Allure,” he cut her off softly. “Tell me when you ready... not because I see it. I’ll wait.”
Then he leaned forward and kissed the scar too—slow, reverent—before moving back between her thighs like a man starved for her.
He spread her legs, groaning low at the sight of how wet she already was. “Damn, hey baby Allure,” he whispered to her pussy, kissing her lips like he was greeting an old love.
Ahzii closed her eyes. He was taking his time, and it was fucking with her head, making her feel everything she tried to bury. And then he dove in.
“Fuuuck…” she moaned, her breath hitching as his tongue slid deep, slow strokes against her clit, her lips, everywhere. Like he wasn’t just eating pussy—he was worshipping it.
He reached into the fruit bowl, grabbed a cold slice of watermelon, and laid it right on her clit.
“Shit!” she cried, body jerking from the sudden chill. He popped the fruit in his mouth and chased it with her pussy, slurping the juice and her arousal like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
“Ohh myy fuuuck,” she moaned, arching her back so hard her spine curved off the couch.
Savior didn’t let up.
“Is this my pussy, Allure?” he asked against her clit, not stopping the slow, devastating rhythm of his tongue.
She was too breathless to speak, too gone to answer.
“Is this my Baby Allure?” he asked again, voice muffled but possessive.
“Yes… fuck… yes… only yours,” she gasped, barely able to hold herself up as her body shook.
“You know you beautiful, right?” he murmured before diving back in.
“Uhh—Sav—” she panted, eyes rolling back as her orgasm crept up fast.
“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“I’m… mmm… beautiful,” she moaned out, broken and breathless, right as she came.
Her legs trembled. Her body bucked. And Savior stayed right there—tongue deep, lips locked—licking up every drop of the mess he made, like he wasn’t done until she was completely undone.
