Savannah's POV
You are dismissed.
Physical intimacy bears no resemblance to what I had envisioned.
Perhaps it stems from this man's expertise, or maybe my desperate need for affection has clouded my judgment, but why does he treat me with such tenderness?
Beyond his initial arrogant smirk and self-assured demeanor, as his hands roam across my skin, touching, caressing, discovering every curve, there exists an uncertainty in his touch.
As though he fears crossing boundaries I have never dared to establish.
I notice it in how he cradles me, in the way his lips and teeth claim me. His fingers grip my waist with such intensity that crimson marks bloom beneath his hold, almost as if he were preventing my escape.
The absurdity of such a notion brings a smile to my lips.
The stranger arches an eyebrow, appearing both fascinated and irritated by my wandering attention.
I allow my hand to cradle his face in a comforting gesture.
