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"Nobody gets to hurt you, Hannah. Nobody." The promise felt like a vow, etched into the very marrow of my bones. I knew I'd stand by it, come hell or high water. I'd burn the world down before I let anyone hurt her again.
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, slipping off her oversized shirt and laying back on the bed. I followed like a moth to a flame. The muted glow from the table lamp cast a soft halo around her, and for a moment, it felt as if we were the only two people in the world. I could feel the tremble coursing through her body, not just from fear but also anticipation, a silent language that spoke volumes about our connection.
"Are you sure?" My voice was barely above a whisper as I brushed her hair back from her face, watching for any sign of hesitation.
She nodded, her eyes locking with mine. "I need you, Sawyer," she breathed out, the vulnerability in her voice tugging at something primal within me.
"Then I've got you, baby," I promised.
My lips found hers in a kiss that was both a comfort and a promise, a reassurance that she wasn't alone. The taste of her was intoxicating, a mixture of sweet and heat that had become as necessary as air. Slowly, reverently, I trailed kisses down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, taking my time to worship every inch of her skin. The sound of her breath hitching, the way her hands fisted in the sheets—this was the trust she placed in me.
"God, Hannah," I murmured against her skin, my mouth finding the sensitive spot just below her belly button. She squirmed, gasping my name like a prayer.
As I continued my descent, the rest of the world faded into insignificance. It was just her soft moans, the taste of her desire, and the unstoppable force of our need. When my mouth finally closed over her, she arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Please, Saw... oh!" Her plea broke off into a whimper as I focused all my attention on her, licking, sucking, kissing her most sensitive place, determined to drive away the shadows of her fear with every lap of my tongue.
When her climax tore through her, it was like a storm breaking over us, raw and beautiful in its intensity. Her body shuddered beneath me, and in that moment, I knew there was no going back. I'd do anything to keep this woman safe, to see her smile, to hear the pure release in her cries.
I undressed, watching her as she lay there, basking in pleasure. I didn't think I'd seen anything more beautiful in my entire fucking life.
Unable to wait a moment longer, I climbed on top of her.
"Look at me," I rasped, allowing my gaze to meet hers as I slowly sank into her. The depth of emotions in her eyes was almost enough to undo me. Love, trust, a shared understanding that went beyond words.
"Always." Her voice was steady, despite the tears that glistened at the corners of her eyes.
"This is what you needed, right?" I asked, each word punctuated with the rhythm of our bodies. "You needed me to fill you up."
"Yes Sawyer. Yes." She wrapped her legs around my back and the shift in the angle had me sinking in impossibly deeper.
"God you feel so good. This pussy fits my cock so perfectly. It was made for me."
I drove into her with a primal urgency, losing myself in the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Each thrust was a symphony of desire, a testament to the love and passion that burned between us. Hannah's moans filled the room, mingling with my own groans of pleasure.
We moved together, the bed creaking beneath us, as if it struggled to contain the intensity of our connection. Sweat coated our bodies, glistening in the soft light, as I pushed harder, deeper, lost in the sensation of being one with her.
Her nails dug into my back, leaving marks that mirrored the depth of our longing. I reveled in the pain, in the reminder that we were both alive and raw with emotions. The world outside ceased to exist as we created our own universe within those four walls.
Her body quivered beneath me as a second climax approached, rippling through her like an electric charge. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes locked onto mine as she pulled me along with her. I called out her name as I pumped my release into her.
I fell next to her, pulling her to me, our bodies clinging to each other as we caught our breath.
Before Hannah, my world was a series of fleeting moments, never quite settling, always searching for something I couldn't name. But now, wrapped up in her arms, feeling her heart beat against mine, it was like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.
"Damn, Hannah," I confessed, the words torn from me amidst the crescendo of our passion. "You've turned my whole world upside down."
"And you've given me mine back," she whispered, her voice laced with tears, a balm to the raw edges of my soul.
twenty-seven
SAWYER
Dawn casta pale orange glint over the docks, the subtle light sneaking between the slumbering boats, whispering secrets of the sea to the aging wood beneath them. The usually briny scent was softened by the morning dew clinging to ropes and nets, and the air carried the freshness that only comes with the promise of daybreak. A seagull cried in the distance, its sound singular and sharp against the hush, as if it too respected the tranquility of the early hour.
Hannah had stayed true to her word and reported the incident to Theo yesterday, who was going to do his thing. But due to the possible connection to the animal abuse—the only fucking thing Rick could have been referring to—Theo wanted to look into things before questioning him. He’d made me promise not to do anything rash. Which I agreed to at Hannah’s insistence. But it didn’t mean I was gonna let it go.
I strode toward Rafael, who was coiling a rope on the deck of the Stella Rose with the kind of ease that comes from years at sea.
