19. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Declan
O nce Savannah stops crying, I stand, lift her into my arms, and carry her to the bathroom. Pulling the little hair ties out of my hair that Kenzi placed there earlier tonight, I move cautiously.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice coming out low and gravelly.Savannah nods her head.
“Take a shower with me?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
A tremor travels down my back and ignites a sensation I struggle to contain. Instantly, the thought of us in the shower together sends tingles to my dick.
She reaches up and pulls my shirt over my head and, in return, I do the same for her.
I try my best to avert my gaze from her gorgeous figure, not wanting to make her uneasy. It’s a constant struggle to rein in my cock, as he jerks and twitches, growing harder than I’ve ever been before. She’s not even naked yet and I’m ready to come in my pants. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help Savannah regain her sense of self-worth.
Anger courses through me, consuming me like never before. As she stands there, emotionally fragile and exposed from recounting her painful past, I fight to conceal my fury. In order to prevent her from being frightened, I maintain a composed demeanor and concentrate on the task at hand. I always knew something had happened to this remarkable woman, but I never fathomed the depths of its horror. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever encountered. I want to fuck her and claim her as mine, but in light of what she’s revealed to me tonight, I know I have to wait.
Once we finish undressing one another, I reach over and turn the shower on, making sure the temperature is just right. Taking Savannah by the hand, I lead her into the shower. She tilts her head back as if looking up at something above her. I grab some shampoo and start washing her hair. After conditioning it, I put body wash on a washcloth and try to wash her as clinically as I can, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Even though I’m trying my best to behave, my dick is sticking straight up, hitting me in the stomach with every movement. I’m a big guy and when I say big, I mean everywhere.
I catch Savannah eyeing my body a few times, but when I glance at her, she looks away, her cheeks blushing bright red. Her eyes grow enormous when she sees how large my dick actually is. She doesn’t need to worry. When the time comes, we’ll make it fit. Nothing is going to stop me from taking what belongs to me. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to fill Savannah up and plug her pussy so that my cum will stay inside of her.
Once she’s pregnant with my baby, I will wait on her hand and foot. Taking care of her in every way is something that will give me great pleasure. I can’t wait to give her back massages, foot rubs, and run out to the store to sate her latest cravings. The thought of feeding her and caring for her makes precum leak from the end of my rock-hard cock.
Once she’s squeaky clean, she stands under the cascading shower spray, its gentle warmth enveloping her body as I lather up. The rhythmic sound of water droplets hitting the floor of the shower is the only sound in the bathroom. The silence is calming, and I’m grateful for the time to process everything Savannah told me.
Once we’re both clean, I wrap her in a big fluffy towel and wrap one around my waist before leading her into my bedroom.
“I’m hoping you will stay here with me tonight. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and we can just sleep, but I want to hold you tonight. Is that okay?”
Her voice comes out small and unsure. “ That’s not what I want.”
Thinking she means she wants to go home, I go to find her some of my clothes to slip on. “Okay, baby, I’ll take you home.”
Savannah runs over and grabs my arm that’s extended into a dresser drawer. “No, Declan. My desire extends beyond just sleeping.” Savannah’s voice trembles as she speaks, her grip on my arm tightening. “I want to feel normal again and experience being with someone who isn’t cruel or abusive.” Her face reveals the pain she carries, burdened by the weight of her words. Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now hold a hint of despair. Once again, her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
I can feel the intensity of her emotions resonating through her touch. My arm tingles with a mix of her desperation and longing for something. It’s as if her need for normalcy and kindness flows through her fingertips and seeps into my veins. The physical sensation of her grip becomes a reminder of the emotional pain she’s endured.
As I look into Savannah’s eyes, I see a flicker of hope amidst the despair. Her vulnerability is palpable, as though she’s baring her soul, desperate and fearing my rejection.
In this moment, I realize I hold the power to offer her a glimmer of the normalcy she craves but also the pleasure and love that she’s never had. My heart aches for her, for the scars she carries, both seen and unseen. I want to be the one to provide her with the love and compassion she so desperately deserves. I will be the only one who ever gives her those things.
Gently, I place my free hand over hers, offering a reassuring touch. It’s a small gesture, but it carries the weight of my commitment to stand by her side. I want to be the person who helps her rediscover what it means to be truly happy, to feel safe and loved.
“I hear you, Savannah,” I respond, my voice filled with determination. “You deserve so much more than what you’ve experienced. I promise you; I’ll do everything in my power to help you find normalcy and feel whole again. You don’t have to face this alone anymore.”
I pause, just so I know she’s listening to what I say next.
“I need you to be sure, because once we cross this line, I can’t let you go. There’s not an option for us not to work out. My obsession has grown to the point I can’t control it. I don’t want to stop it. In my absence, I want you to exude my scent, savor my taste, and experience my touch. I’m going to consume you in every way possible.”
Her eyes well up with tears, a mixture of relief and gratitude. In this moment, I recognize that our connection goes beyond a simple desire for companionship. We are two souls intertwined, and she needs me just as much as I need her .
“If you say stop, we stop. Do you understand?”
Savannah nods.
“No, baby, I need your words,” I demand.
“If I say stop, you’ll stop.” Her voice is small but confident. It tells me she knows I mean what I say.
“I have to restrain myself because my hunger for you is intense, and I don’t want to frighten or hurt you.”
“But I need you to treat me normally, Declan. I don’t want to be treated like glass. Fragile, and that you think I’ll break. Treat me like you would the other women you’ve been with.” Her brows clench together as she scowls, and her nostrils flare.
I must be a terrible person, because the fact that Savannah is jealous at the thought of me with other women, makes me smile.
Trying to hide my smugness, I attempt to allay her fears. “Savannah, I haven’t been with a woman in years. My fiancé did a real number on me, and I wanted nothing to do with any woman until you. Now, every time you’re around or I even think about you, I get so hard my cock throbs.”
Her mouth turns up at the corners and she tries not to smile. It’s clear she’s not smiling about what I said about Lisa, rather she’s happy I haven’t been with a woman in so long. She puts out her hand for me to take, just as I did outside the cabin. I reach out and take her hand, and we drop our wet towels on the floor. Pulling back the covers on my bed, Savannah climbs in, and I get a clear view of her perfectly round ass. To which my dick salutes.
After climbing into bed, I reach over, taking Savannah into my arms. She feels like she’s made to fit me. Like she’s the perfect match, and the other half of my soul. I never had this feeling with anyone else.
Bringing my lips to hers, I start off slowly and gently, giving Savannah time to say no if she chooses. Giving her a closed-mouth kiss and trying to restrain myself is almost impossible. When she doesn’t resist, I push my way inside of her mouth with my tongue, tasting her minty flavor.
I firmly grip her delicate throat, placing my other hand into her soft caramel-colored hair, pulling just enough that I have complete control over her. She melts into me and starts kissing me back. Her tongue mingling with mine as her arms hold onto me, pulling my body tighter to hers.
My chest is heaving, and my heart is pounding with anticipation. I want to fuck her into the mattress and fill her up with so much cum it’s dripping out of her for days. I can’t do that yet, and I want this to be good for Savannah. She needs to know what it feels like to have someone cherish and worship her body. I’m going to fuck any other man whose ever touched her out of her memory.
Kissing down her neck, when I get to her breasts, I suckle on one gently, then the other. Licking down the middle until my tongue meets her belly button, I reach down and touch her center, just to gauge how she will react. She’s soaking wet. Gently massaging her folds, I decide to try something.
Savannah’s back is arching, she’s moaning, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
“Be my good girl and take everything I give you, baby.” Suddenly, I feel a gush of wetness around her pussy. My baby enjoys being a good girl. I figured that since she yearns to be controlled and dominated, she might like praise, too.
Moving down so that I’m between her legs, looking down at her perfect pink pussy glistening with her arousal, I feel her move. Savannah sits up on her elbows. “What are you doing?” she asks with a whimper.
“I’m going to worship your body, baby girl, and show you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt.”
“No, you don’t need to do that.” She tries to scramble away.
I hold her tight. “Savannah, look at me, babe. Don’t panic. It’s just me and you here.” Her breathing instantly calms with my words. “You okay?”
“I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.” Her cheeks redden like they’re on fire.
“Savannah, darlin’, I need you to tell me everything. When something makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like what I’m doing, tell me.”
Her eyes screw shut, as if she can’t see me, then I won’t see her shame. “Derek used to say I was disgusting, fat, and made him sick. That my cunt was dirty and good for nothing other than a quick fuck. He pretended he was going to go down on me once but bit my inner thigh until I bled.” A tear flows down one cheek.
“Baby girl, look at me.” My jaw is clenched so tight I’m going to need a dentist. “Don’t you ever be ashamed of what that monster did to you. It wasn’t your fault. Now you are mine. Mine to protect, and mine to make sure you are happy and taken care of. Now, lay back and let me take care of you.”
Trying to calm myself, I lay down and placed my head between Savannah’s thighs. Her pussy is neatly groomed, with a landing strip of dark hair. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply, savoring the smell of her arousal. “You smell so good,” I croon, bending my head down and running my tongue along her folds. Her flavor hits my tongue, and it’s exquisite. She tastes like mine. A hint of sweet honey and a sprinkle of musk. My dick is leaking precum, and I’m enjoying this as much as my woman is.
Savannah is whimpering, moaning, and her back is arched. She can’t control her reaction to the pleasure she’s feeling. Sticking my tongue inside of her, as deep as I can, I rub her clit with my thumb. Her pussy pulses around my tongue, and I know she’s close to release. She lets out a scream and I feel another gush of wetness, which now coats my beard. Lifting my head, I see Savannah is completely blissed out.
A sensation of complete joy flows through me. I did that for her. I gave her that. Climbing on top of her, I place both elbows beside her head and put my hands on her cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” Savannah slurs dreamily as she raises her head and crashes her lips to mine.