Savage Desires (Black Rose Doms Book 3)

Chapter 15

I was stunnedwhen Willow pressed her lips to mine. I don”t stay that way for long, especially when she jerks back and tries to take those plush lips away from me. I fist her hair and tip her head, then crush my lips to hers. I kiss her with all the pent-up need I”ve had since the first time I held her in my arms. I”ll never tire of having her on my lap with her taste on my tongue.

I want nothing more than to lay her on that couch and kiss every inch of her body. I want to worship her and give her so much pleasure she will never want to leave me. I rein myself in, slowing the kiss to something sweeter. I show her how much she means to me with every brush of my lips and stroke of my tongue. I press light kisses to the corner of her mouth, nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead, chin… she makes a happy humming sound, her smile is beautiful. Unable to help myself, I give her lips another quick kiss.

She leans her forehead against me as she focuses on breathing. I completely understand how she feels because I”m completely lost in her. I”ve never felt like this before, and frankly, it scares the shit out of me. Matthew and Slade are my brothers, and I love their women like sisters, but what I feel for Willow after just a few days overpowers any feelings I”ve ever had for anyone.

I can see it becoming all-consuming. I should be wary of getting involved with a woman who”s been through what Willow has been. I”ve seen so many women who”ve cracked under the pain of what they”ve suffered. Some people like Tabitha are strong and ready to make a new life for themselves, but so many are like Reghan… broken down and unable to fathom a world where they can be safe again.

Willow doesn”t fit into either of those molds. There”ve been women before who wanted to get revenge on the ones who hurt them, but it wasn”t something they would actually be able to do. They would crack under the pressure when presented with the opportunity. I don”t know exactly how I know, but Willow”s different. The way she fought and the fervent way she argued to stay with me tells me she can handle what”s to come. I just need to get her strong and healthy again.

”Would you like a bath?” I ask.

”That sounds nice…”

I pick her up and carry her up the stairs to her room. I sit her on the bathroom counter and run her a bath, adding bubbles to the water. When I turn to face her again, she”s smiling at me. Seeing her happy and smiling is my new favorite thing. I want to make sure she always has a reason to smile.

I turn off the taps when the tub is full. Willow hops off the counter and starts stripping off her clothes with zero shame. My mouth waters when her pert little tits are uncovered. Her nipples are hard peaks, just begging for me to touch and tease. I swallow thickly as she pushes down her leggings, revealing her bare pussy.

Jesus.

She”s so fucking sexy I can”t tear my eyes away from her. I drag my eyes up her torso and make myself focus on how thin she is instead. I can see every one of her ribs. Her words about being put in a fucking cage for five days like an abused dog chases away my arousal faster than anything else ever could. I want to carry her down to the kitchen and feed her again. She steps closer and reaches up, stroking her fingertip between my brows.

”What”s wrong?” she asks.

I trace a finger down her ribs, hating every bump I feel. ”I hate this. I hate that they starved you.”

She smiles sadly, takes my hand, and kisses my fingertips. ”I”m okay. With the amount of food you”re feeding me, I”ll be a healthy weight in no time.”

Her words make me feel slightly better, but it”s my thoughts of how much I”m going to make those fuckers suffer that allow me to focus on this moment in time with Willow. I help her into the tub. She doesn”t let go when I try to pull my hand away. She gives me a little tug, and I kneel beside the tub, remembering how I helped her shower. She grabs the body wash and hands it to me.

My cock fucking throbs at the thought of having my hands all over her wet soapy body. She”s asking me to do this for her even though we both know she”s not too exhausted to do it this time. I pour some soap into my palm, then wash her shoulders. I wash every inch of her torso except her breasts. Her breathing is labored, and her little sounds of frustration have my cock leaking in my underwear.

I move on to her feet and legs. I massage the arch of her foot and take time washing each of her toes, loving how she giggles when I touch a ticklish spot. I like her like this. She should always be free to smile and laugh. When this is over, I will do everything possible to give her a life full of smiles and laughter. I move up her calves to her thighs. Every stroke of my soapy hands getting closer and closer to her pussy.

Once again, she”s making sexy little mewling noises. She whimpers when I pull my hands away. I want nothing more than to slip my fingers into her pussy and tease her clit until she falls apart for me, but it”s too soon for that. We need to have a serious conversation before we move things in that direction.

If we move things in that direction, just because she”s kissed me and seems to love my touch doesn”t mean she”s ready for that right now. She”s agreed to be mine, but we haven”t discussed what that means, and I won”t touch her until we do.

”Kisten…” she whines, drawing out my name.

”What do you need, beauty?” I ask even though I know the answer.

”I-I want you to t-touch me…”

Her stuttering through her request solidifies my resolve to not take things further.

”I want you to touch yourself. I want to watch you come apart for me. Touch your sweet little pussy, love.”

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. ”I-I”ve never done that…”

I nod in understanding. She was taken when she was young. There”s a lot she never experienced for herself. Giving her this is one step towards her reclaiming her body. I grab her hand and guide it to her chest. I move her fingers over the sensitive skin of her breasts, avoiding her nipples until she groans in frustration. I give her what she wants, using her fingers to tease her nipples into stiff peaks. Her free hand comes up to her other breast. She tentatively touches her nipple, mimicking the way I”m making her other hand move.

”Pinch your nipples, beauty.”

I release her hand and watch as she gently pinches both nipples. She gasps, her legs shift restlessly in the water.

”A little harder, love.”

Her eyes widen with trepidation. She”s probably worried about pain being associated with this moment. I want to show her that a small amount of pain can intensify the pleasure tenfold. I place my fingers over hers and tighten her grip until she moans. She doesn”t hesitate to do the same to her other nipple. Soon, she”s pinching and tugging on both peaks until they are swollen, the soft pink turning darker from the attention.

”Such a good girl. Does it feel good to have your little nipples pinched?”

She nods quickly. ”Y-yes.”

”You need more, don”t you?”

She nods again. ”I want your touch.”

I grab her hand again and guide her fingers to stroke up and down her stomach, each stroke getting closer to her pussy. She shifts her hips, sloshing water over the edge of the tub as she tries to chase her fingers. I finally give her what she wants. I push her fingers down to her pussy and through her slick folds. Willow whimpers when her fingertips touch her clit.

”Are you wet, love?” I ask, voice rough with need.

She nods rapidly.

”Does it feel good?”

”Y-yes…”

I keep her fingers moving slow and steady, driving her need higher. I know this is all new for her, and I want to ensure she”s in charge even though I”m guiding her fingers. She pushes her hips up, trying for more contact. When she”s moaning with frustration, I push her hand lower, dipping her fingers inside her core. I can feel how wet she is, and it makes me want to drop her fingers and thrust my own inside her until she”s moaning and screaming out her release.

I release her hand before I lose control and do something she”s not ready for. I might not be a good man, but I would rather cut my hand off than hurt her. I”ve never wanted a woman like I want Willow. I don”t want just a quick scene and fuck. I want forever, which scares the shit out of me, and nothing scares me. I”m a dominant through and through. I don”t know if she will ever be able to submit to me and not be triggered by her past. I never thought I would consider a vanilla relationship but for Willow…

Changing myself won”t work in the long run. I just need to show her how right it can be to submit to the right man. I”m determined to be that man. Her wanting to stay with me is the first step. I told her that her choosing to stay means she”s mine and that I won”t let her go. Even with that declaration, she didn”t back down from her decision to stay with me.

Her low moan breaks me from my musings. Her hand is still between her legs, and her fingers are still on her nipple, but she”s not moving anymore. My releasing her has pulled her from the moment. That won”t do.

”Don”t stop. Pinch that pretty pink nipple and circle your clit. Make yourself feel good,” I command.

Her blue eyes are hazy with sexual desire, but I can tell she”s wrapped up in her head again. I grab her wrist in a firm but gentle hold before she can take her hand away from her pussy. Her fingers start moving on her clit, and she plucks her nipple. She”s changing her touches, testing out what feels best. It”s sexy as fuck. My cock is so hard it aches. I want to release it from my jeans and stroke it until I come all over her perfect little tits.

”Good girl.”

She moans at my praise, her fingers moving faster on her clit. It doesn”t take long for her body to tense with her impending release. I murmur more praise, telling her how beautiful she is, how strong and brave. Every word of praise has her touching herself faster. Her moans are like music to my ears. I could listen to her like this every day for the rest of my life.

I can tell she”s teetering on the edge but can”t seem to get there on her own. I change my hold from her wrist back to her fingers, adding more pressure on her clit. I move her fingers faster. Her whole body shakes from pleasure. She comes with a moan, my name falling from her lips in a way that makes my cock throb.

Her body relaxes back into the water, but her lower lip trembles, and tears swim in her eyes. She lets out a sob, and I scoop her up out of the tub, not giving a shit that she”s soaking wet. Willow curls her naked body against me. Her arms wrap around me, burying her face in my neck. Her tears on my skin are like little knives to my heart. I hate that simple pleasure is tainted by what those monsters did to her.

I”m more determined than ever to give her the life she deserves. I stand with her in my arms and carry her to the bed. I try to lay her down, but she refuses to release the hold she has on me. I love that she feels so safe with me and finds comfort in my arms.

”Don”t leave me,” she whispers brokenly.

”I”m not going anywhere, love.”

I kick off my shoes and crawl into bed with her. She snuggles up to me like a little kitten. I pull the covers over us so she doesn”t get cold. Her little sniffles tear at my heart. I want to take away all of her pain and make everything right for her.

”Sorry,” she says after several long minutes.

”You have nothing to be sorry for. I shouldn”t have pushed you. It was too much.”

She shakes her head. ”No… I just didn”t realize it could feel like that. For the first time ever, my body felt out of control in a good way. Like I was reclaiming a piece of myself.”

My gut burns with anger. I hate that she”s never known pleasure. I can”t wait to make the fuckers that did this to my Beauty suffer. It won”t be enough to just tear down the trafficking ring. I want every single man who”s ever touched her without permission to pay, too. I can only hope that they have kept detailed records of clients. I want to track them down and hand them over to Willow on a silver platter so she can repay them for all their sins.

”Are you okay?” I ask once I have control of my anger.

”Better now,” she murmurs, squeezing me with her slender arms.

I kiss the top of her head and hold her tight. We lie together until her breathing evens out and sleep takes her. I should get up, but I like the feel of her in my arms, and I don”t want to give that up right now. Holding her feels perfect.

It doesn”t take long for her steady breaths and her soft weight in my arms to lull me to sleep. I”ve barely slept since I rescued Willow and the others. I dozed in the chair by her bedside, but every shift of her body or sound she made jerked me awake. With her in my arms, I feel like I can finally relax.