SAVANNAH
The way Blake was staring at me was something else. It wasn’t just desire or interest, it was intensity, raw and consuming. His eyes bore into mine like they could read every secret I’d ever tried to hide. My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling as if I’d just run a mile, but it wasn’t from exhaustion. It was from heat, from him, from us.
The air in the room felt thick, charged with something electric. I could barely breathe, and I didn’t know if it was because of what he’d just done to my body, or what he had just said to me.
I blinked at him, slowly, trying to ground myself. Then I pinched the inside of my arm hard.
“Ouch,” I whispered under my breath.
Blake tilted his head slightly. “Did you just pinch yourself?”
I didn’t answer. He knew I did.
“You think this is a dream?” he asked, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. But behind the smile, the intensity was still there. Burning.
I nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat. I still didn’t say anything.
His eyes darkened with something deeper, an emotion I couldn’t quite name. “You don’t need to answer me now,” he said gently, his voice low and steady. “I guess I’ll have to prove it to you in actions.”
Then he stepped closer again, as if the few feet between us was too much distance to bear. He wrapped his arms around my face and pulled me into another kiss—slower this time. His tongue teased the seam of my lips and I opened to him willingly, desperately. He explored me like he had all the time in the world, and for that moment, it felt like we were the only two people that existed.
His hands were cradling my face like I was a piece of art, something to be held delicately, cherished. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could feel it through our touch.
He dragged my gown up slowly, his palms caressing my thighs with reverence. A moan escaped from his mouth—deep, guttural, like he was savoring every second, every inch. It made my body shudder.
He picked me up effortlessly, and my legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He moaned into my mouth again, and something inside me snapped, I let myself go, fully and completely.
He carried me to the bed, laying me down like I was precious. Like I was breakable. My gown slipped down my shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties and a lace bra.
He took a step back, his eyes raking over me, drinking me in.
“You’re beautiful in and out, Savvy,” he murmured, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re sexy. Dammit.”
My cheeks flushed, but I didn’t look away. I watched him the way he watched me, letting myself feel wanted. Seen. Admired.
Then he raised a brow at me, his voice low and husky. “Can I take you, my princess?”
My breath caught.
Princess.
The word sliced through me in the most unexpected way. A memory surfaced, unbidden—my father calling me that, smiling at me with warmth in his eyes. It was a name I hadn’t heard in years, a name my mother stopped saying because she didn’t want me to remember him.
But Blake said it.
He called me that.
And in that moment, I felt like the little girl who was loved beyond measure. I felt special. I felt seen. I felt... good.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I nodded, unable to form words.
He kissed me again, slow and unhurried. He didn’t rush. He took his time, exploring every inch of me, letting his hands map my skin like he wanted to memorize it. My body trembled under his touch. Every nerve ending lit up.
“Savvy,” he whispered into my neck as he kissed down my throat, trailing soft kisses to my collarbone and down to the swell of my breasts. “You’re driving me insane.”
“You already have,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin, and I felt it in my bones. He reached behind me, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. He slipped it off, his gaze heating as he stared at me.
“Perfect,” he muttered.
My skin tingled with anticipation as he took one breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple, then sucking gently. My back arched, a moan escaping my lips. He did the same to the other, lavishing attention on me like I was the only thing that mattered.
His hand slipped into my panties, fingers finding my center.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, voice thick with desire. “Do you want me, Savannah?”
“Yes,” I gasped, lifting my hips to meet his touch. “I want you, Blake. I want all of you.”
He tore the panties off with one swift motion, and I was bare beneath him. He pulled back, only to discard his own clothes quickly. When he returned to me, skin to skin, I felt a new wave of arousal crash through me.
He aligned himself at my entrance, his eyes meeting mine.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, bracing myself.
He pushed in slowly, carefully, and I gasped. The stretch burned, sharp and intense, but it was also something more, pleasure, tangled with the pain.
“Sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head quickly. “No, no, no!” I gasped, holding onto his arms. “Just—don’t stop.”
He kissed me again, soothing me with his mouth while his body moved against mine, slow and deep. The pace was torturous and perfect. He wasn’t rushing. He was savoring. Worshiping.
Our bodies moved in sync, like they were made for each other. Every thrust brought a new wave of sensation. I clung to him, feeling like I was spiraling, losing control.
“Oh God, Blake,” I moaned.
“I’ve got you,” he breathed. “Let go for me.”
I did.
My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, and I cried out his name, shaking beneath him. He followed moments after, burying himself deep as he groaned, his face buried in my neck.
For a long moment, we stayed there, tangled together, catching our breath.
He brushed my hair away from my face, kissing my forehead.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured.
“What?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“That I love you.”
My eyes widened, and tears filled them again.
He looked down at me, serious and unyielding. “I love you, Savannah. And I’m going to spend every day proving it to you.”