Chapter 34. Burning Room

Savannah’s POV

I can only sigh and moan in response, and he captures my breaths with his own. Moving his hips slightly down, he arches his member to my entrance and my eyes shoot open in fear. My body is reacting to the trauma I experienced the last time I tried this. I start shaking in fear, but Harlan doesn’t say a word, but his eyes say it all. His gaze is warm and tender, and it makes me feel calm.

Slowly, he rubs his tip up and down my entrance, wetting it with my juices.

Fuck. You’re so wet and ready. It’s taking everything in me not to lose control. — he says in his mind.

Reading his thoughts only spur me on. My body relaxes and he pushes the tip down and it enters the tight opening of my core.

“Harlan…” I whimper. My hand goes to his chest, pushing him slightly back. He catches my hand in his and laces our fingers together.

“It’s tight, I know,” he coos. “I’ll be very slow.”

I don’t dare look down. I keep my gaze on Harlan’s w