“I… Touch me.”
“Don’t stop feeling this rose,” he orders softly. I nod, my stomach clenching when he reaches between my legs.
The softest brush of his fingers nearly makes my eyes cross. I plunge in and out of the rose as his middle finger presses into my clit and starts circling the swollen bud.
My back arches and I can’t stop the high-pitched moan that escapes as raw bliss rolls through me.
I force myself to feel Zade—to feel that a man is touching me. Making me feel good. And that I’m enjoying every second of it. And then I push those other men from my mind and think only of the one wrapped around me.
I don’t want to come with the images of the depraved monsters that stole from me, even if I’m blowing their heads off. I only want to see the man that’s given me everything. A beast who has bent my will to succumb to him yet has shown me the true meaning of love and devotion.
“Zade,” I mewl as the orgasm crests. I hear him hiss through his teeth as he circles my clit faster. He still has his other hand wrapped around mine, the stem clenched in my grip. He flexes his fist, forcing the sharp thorns deeper into my flesh. The pain swirls with the heady pleasure and a hoarse shout rings out.
Rivulets of blood continue to trail down my arm, dripping off my elbow and onto my stomach. I look down, watching the streams of red aim towards where Zade touches me.
My mouth parts, the euphoria spiking as I watch him. His hand is fucking massive, with long fingers, thick veins laced throughout, seeming to pulse as he rubs my clit.
It’s so erotic that I can’t hold on any longer. I cry out as I finally let go, the orgasm crashing into me so hard that I nearly come off the floor from the power of it.
Zade growls, cupping my pussy as I ride the waves, my hips rolling against his hand while his name fills the air around us.
I feel him tensing beneath me, but I’m too lost to care. I’m too desperate for this feeling to never end.
We both drop the rose simultaneously, and I don’t stop to consider what I’m doing when I reach back, grab ahold of Zade?
?s face with both hands, and guide his lips down onto mine.
A deep rumble vibrates through his chest, and he once more seizes the underside of my jaw, granting us both a better angle as he devours me.
His tongue lashes against my own, tasting me until my lips are bruised and raw, and the orgasm has long since faded.
Yet the bliss remains. For the first time in months, those wicked men didn’t plague my thoughts. I didn’t hear their voices. Their laughter, and their cruel jokes.
And my body feels so much lighter because of it.
Finally, he pulls away, and all I can do is stare up at him in wonder—the person responsible for chasing away the monsters in my head.
They’ll come back, but Zade isn’t going anywhere either.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He closes his eyes and brushes his lips against mine softly.
“You’ll always be safe with me, little mouse. Always.”
Feeling invigorated, I twist in his arms and tear at his blazer, the buttons flying as his heated eyes lift to meet mine, his tongue slowly swiping across his bottom lip. Red is smeared across his cheek from my bloody hand, and the sight has my eyes nearly rolling.
He looks so goddamn savage, and I think my ovaries are exploding. He’s going to get me pregnant just from this image alone.
“You sure you want to go there?” he asks, his voice dripping with sin.
“It’s what I want,” I say softly, albeit shakily.
He lifts up and the material slides down his arms. Then, I gather his button-up shirt until his abs are exposed, along with the dark tattoos inked into his flesh. Flattening my hands on his hard stomach, blood smearing across his skin, I push it farther up, but he stops me.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. This wasn’t about me.”
When he goes to lean forward, I plant my hand on his chest and push him back firmly. His mismatched eyes round at the edges in surprise.