Page 69 of Saviour

His eyes are like fire and I can’t wait any longer.

Turning around and giving him my back, I bend over so my ass is directly opposite his crotch, his dick inches from me. I pull my thong down to my ankles and step out of it, giving him full exposure to my soaking wet pussy.

I look at him through the bathroom mirror, but I can only just see him as the steam is now thick and fogging up all the surfaces.

“Are you ready to go again?” And when I widen my legs, Dax’s hands find my hips and he impales me onto his dick until his hips hit my ass. He pulls in and out of me in slow strokes and I know he wants to go careful, but I don’t want that with him. He’s my safe space.

“You can fuck me harder than that, can’t you?”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pounds in and out of me with urgency, taking me savagely from behind, and I resist the urge to scream.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy, Dax.”

And that’s the last straw.

Dax thrusts into me faster and harder, his hands groping me with a bruising grip, but he can't keep them in one place, and after a few more thrusts, he growls, lifting me up by my thighs, keeping me on his dick, and placing my knees on the counter.

My hands find the mirror and I quickly swipe away the condensation so I can watch us.

My knees are balancing me on the edge of the counter, my ass up and proud as he thrusts into me harshly.

His left hand joins mine on the mirror, his other gripping my hip so he can force himself closer, and in this position he hits me so deep, I can’t hold my scream in any longer.

I look at us both in the mirror, my smudged red lipstick, my cheeks a deeper red. My hair is wild from the condensation and the amount of times Dax has threaded his fingers through it.

Dax is glorious and primal, and he stares at me so intensely, with so much pleasure creasing his features I’m seconds away from coming.

And because he knows me so well, he dips his fingers into my pussy and rubs at my swollen clit until I can't take any more. He pushes into me with such force I go flying forwards each time, my head inches from the mirror.

“Fuck!” I scream and I’m sure he shouts it too, because not a second later, I’m releasing all over him in the longest orgasm of my life. My head bursts. I see stars and my breath is stolen from my lungs. Dax bites my shoulder as he continues to push us both through it and for what feels like hours, we ride through it together, never coming down.

Panting breathlessly, taking minutes to come back to our senses, Dax lifts me towards him so my back is against his chest, his dick still deep inside me as I seat myself on him.

I look at us in the steamed up mirror and notice some of it broken on the counter in front. Was that me or him?

He pants, looking at it too, and then at his hand that’s bleeding. He places it over my heart and whispers into my ear.

“I love you, Birdie.”

I smile, placing my hand over his.

“That’s seven years of bad luck,” I say shakily and chuckle slightly when he rolls his eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He turns my head and kisses me passionately to the point I think I might cry.

“I love you too.”

Two years later

“We need a better plan than that. Carlo is smart. He isn’t going to fall for just anything,” King says from the corner of the room, looking out the window. Dax and King have been plotting for two years now on ways to take out Carlo, but so far there hasn’t been a solid plan. Not one we all agree will work, anyway.

I just sit here in silence usually. Even though we get on like a brother and sister would, King can be very cold with me—not because he doesn’t like me, because I know he does—but because he’s battling with a lot of his own demons as well as his father’s and he doesn’t like me involved inbusiness.

King was in exile for a year and he won’t speak about it, even being free for two years. Although, is this really freedom? Dax tries to get him to talk, but he won’t. All we know is that he was lucky to have Puck for company.

And that’s another reason the guys are desperate to take Carlo out. We need Carlo dead so Puck can finally be free. Behome.

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