Page 87 of Sweet Surrender
It used to house my pool table, but it was a waste of space. I rarelyhad time to play pool, and even if I did, Fox was the only one I’d play the game with, and he was worse than me at it. So when I decided to claim Savannah, I cleared the room out with the intention of making it somewhere she could work.
The room was one of the bigger rooms in the house, which meantplenty of space to play with. I’d arranged it so that on one side, Savannah had an area to sit and draw. There was a huge drawing table, adjustable so she could either sit or stand to draw. Next to it was the pile of her old sketchbooks, along with a stack of new ones, ready and waiting for her to start sketching her ideas. Behind the table was a variety of pens, pencils, crayons, and paints, all in different colors.
Next to the drawing table was another table where anApplecomputer sat. It had the latest software installed on it which Dominique said was a must for all fashion designers.
On the other side of the room was an area for Savannah to put all herideas into practice. Two different types of brand-new sewing machines gleamed in one corner. Five mannequins of different shapes and sizes stood against one wall. Rows and rows of different types of material waited for her to cut into, and bring her designs to life. Shelves and shelves of boxes housed other equipment such as buttons, glues, chalks, dyes, anything that a fashion designer would need.
It had cost a small fortune but it was worth every cent just to see thelook of astonishment on Savannah’s face.
But the part I knew Savannah would love the most was the threehuge canvases I’d put up on one wall. Each was a different black-and-white photo of Savannah and her mom. I’d found the photos in the box of her possessions when her apartment had been cleared out, and with the waythey were dog-eared and tattered, I figured those three pictures were her favorites.
“You like it?” I said when a few minutes had passed and she hadn’tuttered a sound. She’d walked around the room running a finger over every surface, before stopping to stare up at the canvases.
Her head whipped back to where I was standing, and it looked asthough she had momentarily forgotten I was standing there.
“I…I love it,” she replied softly, her voice thick with emotion, her eyeswatering. “It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And those pictures of my mom-” she trailed off as her emotions got the better of her.
Leaving my place against the doorframe, I walked to stand in front ofher and took her hand. “Now do you believe me when I say that everything I do will always be with your best interest at heart?”
She sucked in her bottom lip, her teary gaze burning into mine. “Ibelieve you,” she whispered. “And I...” she swallowed, but determination shone in her eyes. “And I surrender. I’m yours, Nash. Every part of me belongs to you.”
I closed my eyes as her words echoed around my head.
This was the moment I had been waiting for.
It was better than Ieverexpected.
She was mine.
Irrevocably mine.
“Kiss me,” I commanded when I opened my eyes.
She didn’t hesitate. Her lips were on mine, her arms wrapped aroundmy neck, and as I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me, blood ran straight to my cock which hadn’t gone down after the limo ride.
I moved my hand up to her hair, holding her in place so I could takecontrol and devour her mouth. When I pulled away a few seconds later, the two of us were breathless.
She was quiet for a minute, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes full oflust. I waited patiently, waiting for her to figure out what I wanted. The moment she realized, the flush in her cheek spread down onto her chest.
“Nash, can I…” She bit her lip, her shyness getting the better of her.
“Can you what, Savannah?” I growled, trying to control the urge toorder her to do exactly what I wanted, but I’d promised her I’d never order her to her knees again. Slowly, and not taking her eyes from me, she lowered herself to thefloor before looking up at me from under her lashes. “Can I taste you?”
I reached out to stroke her cheek. “You can do better than that,sweetheart.”
She swallowed her nerves down as a steely resolve crept into hereyes. “Please, Nash. Please will you fuck my throat?”
A triumphant smirk graced my face as my cock throbbed with theneed to thrust into Savannah’s warm mouth.
“Take my cock out,” I ordered, holding back my glee as her handsimmediately went to undo the button and zipper on my pants.
The similarities of the first time I’d ordered her to do this were stark,only this time, there was no fumbling, and her brows weren’t furrowed with worry. Instead, she licked her lips as if she was about to feast on her favorite snack, and her beautiful emerald eyes blazed with heat.
My sweet Savannah leaned forward, her lips parting as she wrappedthem around my crown. The feel of her tongue running over my slit had me groaning, and as she took me in her mouth, my head fell back in ecstasy.
She took me as far into her throat as she could without gagging,before sliding my cock out. Her hand came up and wrapped around the base of my shaft, gripping it tightly as she wrapped her mouth around the head ofmy cock again. As she moved her mouth down my shaft, she brought her hand up to meet her mouth.
My whole length was encased in Savannah, be that her mouth or herhand, and as she repeated that movement, she found her rhythm, letting out little moans that vibrated against my shaft.
