Her Savior

He was truly upset hearing her words where she again retreated to her fragile state. She was fine seconds ago. His urge to protect her was becoming greater, his possessive feel for her was deeper carved into his mindset, his willingness to kill the bastard was threatening him to be one of those bad people he had locked away and waited their time on death row.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, your struggles had made me feel things I shouldn’t. This is not supposed to happen, I should not have kept you here, I should follow the protocol and entrusted you to the city. But… I can’t… Blair, you’re too beautiful. You made me want to keep you to myself, you… ” he stopped his words to give her a kiss, a soft sensual kiss leaving her breathless.

“… you made me want to keep you in a glass cage, far from anyone who might want to hurt you. This is not me Blair…” he stopped again to help her stand and strip her off her pants, she was biting her lip but letting him carry on with his task until she was down to her panties.

His heart boiled with anger seeing her bruised legs, but he tried to keep it all in as he took a deep breath and stand towering above her. She looked up at him, looking straight into his eyes as he did the same, then he was back to cherishing her with his small sensual kisses.

“This is not right Blair… but I just couldn’t help myself…”

She was lulled by his deep sexy voice, his kisses, his words, when she was letting him, took off her bra and her panties. She was bare naked for his eyes to see, and she didn’t see pity, what she sees was anger, then within seconds, she was brought into his embrace.

She shed a tear for his confession, she had never in her whole life been treated as gentle as that moment she was in his arms. He was slowly picking her up and gently putting her in the bathtub, her cast was positioned on the edge of the tub keeping it dry with an extra towel.

“No more tears Blair, I got you… trust me?” he asked kneeling from outside of the tub, wiping her tears, and slowly giving her another kiss. She nodded to his question, she couldn’t voice her words from the intense feeling that she was having, the feeling that was bubbling inside her heart.

You’re going to be ruin Blair… this guy is going to ruin you one day when he finds out and walks away from you.

Her inner voice was telling her to be rational, but she was falling, she was a romantic at heart and he was making her feel all his words.

He kept on showering her with her words, while he washes her hair softly. She sighed at his caresses and his small little kisses until she finally finished with her bath and he helped her to stand up.

She was naked when he wrapped her body gently with the fluffy towel, he even dry her hair with another towel for a couple of minutes until it was slightly damp. Then he carried her back to his room and she didn’t object. He was dressing her in his oversize t-shirt and his boxer shorts.

“Rest now, I’ll take a quick shower then I’ll join you.” He tucked her into the lush grey comforter, where she woke up the first time she was in his bed. She rests her still damped hair on the pillow-covered towel that he laid out for her.

Her eyes were heavy from the pain medication which he insisted she take after dinner, she was asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

The nightmares came again that night, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He was taking her onto his naked chest, her cast arm was rested to his naked stomach, her cheek was to his chest. He wrapped her in his arm possessively as he kissed her hair repeatedly while whispering his soothing words.

“Ian…”

“Hmmm…?”

“One day… when you find out the truth about me, will do you me a favor?”

“Blair… just rest, we will figure this out tomorrow…”

“But I… ” she was back to her fragile self again. Her consciousness was weighing the good and the bad. And at that moment, she needed him to know that she was bad for him. He was too nice for her, and she didn’t want to betray him.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She slowly seated herself on the headboard, trying to distance herself from him. He was letting her go and giving her the space that she needed. He was struggling with his wants to just protect her, but he was giving her the chance to say what was on her mind.

“I’m a bad person Ian. I’ve done a very bad thing. One day I will have to go and leave you. You are too good for me… and I…” she started crying, but she took a deep breath and wiped her tears away. He was itching to comfort her, but he was giving her the chance to speak. Knowing that maybe her words could help him figure out and eventually find a solution for her.

“… I… oh God Ian…”

But she was still not giving him the details and her cry was making him upset, that was until his self-preservation was gone and he was pulling her back into his arms.

He didn’t give her the chance to dive back into her sadness as he starts kissing her, his hand softly slithered under the t-shirt and giving the soft touches that she craved. She was moaning in her kisses, he was hard for her and was giving all of his feelings for her.

“Blair, stay… just stay and… we’ll figure… this out.”

She was deep into his kisses, he was being gentle with her. It was a strange feeling for her, the first time she had experienced it, and she was cherishing the moment not knowing when she would be touched and kissed and adored in such a manner ever again.

“You are beautiful Blair, I can’t keep my desire down from you. We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Ian… please… I want this, I’ve never…” she didn’t get to finish her sentence when Ian started kissing her ugly bruises as if he was painting her a new memory to her bruised body.

He was carefully hovering above her, slowly raising the shirt and kissing upwards while he kept on saying his words. She was letting out her little moans, up until he latched his lips to her nipples and licked and gently sucked them alternately. She was taken higher and was desperately seeking something, something she never could reach before.

“Oh Ian!” she was blushing when his kisses started going down. She had never experienced such great pleasure of a man’s tongue between her legs. It was the first time for her, and when he finally made her climax, she was stunned. Years of having sex with Benjamin she never reached such high, she was assuming that she was frigid, just as he would insult her with the words, over and over again.

He was hard for her, but hearing her climax was all the satisfaction that he needed to feel. He knows how to please a woman, but when he heard her reaching her high it was the greatest feeling for him. He knows, at that exact moment that she would be the only woman he would ever need.