Page 53 of Savage Desires

"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.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN