“Do you feel how soft and wet these petals are?” he whispers. Licking my lips, I nod my head slowly. “This is what I feel every time I’m inside you.”
Fuck, you feel like hea—
“Hold on to that feeling of power, baby. Don’t let go of it.”
I’ve tensed up again; my muscles strung tight. Shuddering, I shove out the intrusive voice and replace it with the image of pointing a gun to their head. Steady, and calmly as I pull the trigger.
I relax as he pushes my middle and ring fingers into the center of the rose, just like he would if it were my pussy.
The pain needling throughout my hand fades as a deep-seated pleasure takes hold. For the first time in so long, I feel sensuality and eroticism as I continue to push my fingers in and out of the rose, Zade’s own fingers held over mine.
I feel the pressure building in my core, desperate for some type of release. Different faces flash through my mind like a movie reel, all of them meeting the same demise. The pressure between my legs grows and grows until I’m sure just one touch of my fingers would send me over the edge.
“Zade,” I plead, though I don’t know what I’m asking for.
“Tell me what you need,” he says, continuing our movements with the rose.
“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.