My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

The two of us

⚠️ Warning ⚠️
This chapter includes sexual activity . If you don't like it just skip the pages

Although I was nervous about the conversation with my dad before we left, Miles kept his cool. I mean, it was easy for someone without emotions. I promise I'll return to that talk eventually-but for now, it's time for some fun.

The first day passed with unpacking, checking around the house, and walking in nature. But the next day... that one was all about romance.

I wasn't exactly a fire-making expert. Yeah, go ahead and call me dumb. But with Miles' help, I managed to warm up the house. Outside, the snow blanketed the world, freezing flowers onto the window glass. They melted away once the fireplace roared to life.

The bed was old but soft. We found a clean, cozy blanket to wrap ourselves in. The sharp tongues of orange and red fire cracked and popped beside us. It was warm, inviting, perfect.

Not that I needed the fire. My body was already burning.

I was sweating-naked, tangled with him. Miles was on top of me, steady and strong. His strength, his weight, the rhythm of his movement-it overwhelmed me. The entire day blurred into heat and pleasure. I was trembling, slick with sweat, limbs weak and trembling in the aftermath. My soul still floated somewhere above the bed.

After a moment, I gathered the strength to roll onto my back, arms wrapping around him.

"...You know how to leave me in joy," I whispered, my chest rising and falling with each breath.

He closed his eyes like he was tired too-adorably human, despite everything.

"Can we keep doing this?" he asked.

I chuckled. "Give me a few minutes to rest and we can co-"

"I mean in general. If your parents confront you... would you deny me? You should."

My smile faltered. I hated the idea of hiding us. Especially now that Dad already knew.

"Miles, I'm not going to deny us. You're worth everything, okay? Whatever my father has in store, I'll face it. They can rage all they want. It won't change the fact that I'm attracted to you."

He smiled again-softly, sadly. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he worried. And I knew he could be punished for this too, for breaking whatever rules governed humanoid behavior. I wouldn't let it happen. I'd protect him.

After our sweet, passion-filled hours, I napped. He held me beneath the blanket.

When I woke, I was alone. The fire was still crackling, casting flickering light through the dim room. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The blanket slipped off my bare shoulders. I could've put on the silky robe I packed-but honestly? Freedom felt better.

"Miles...?"

Not silence this time. He appeared with dinner and a drink. My stomach growled right on cue.

"Guess I came at the right time," he said, placing the tray on the bed. "I stayed with you a while, then figured you'd be hungry."

"Such a husband material," I giggled, like a schoolgirl.

It was perfect. Just the two of us, middle of nowhere, snow outside, warmth inside. The man I loved, here beside me.

"Do you never wish you could taste food? Or feel emotions?"

He shrugged.

"Humans have feelings, and look where it gets them-confusion, pain, chaos. But... sometimes, I do wish I had them. A little. Just enough to understand what you feel."

His words hit me. My emotions were a mess. Anger. Insecurity. Grief. But also love, gratitude, and-for once-hope.

I'd spent so long envying others, hating myself. Wondering why, even with everything handed to me, I never felt fulfilled.

Now, finally, I was learning.

Being rich didn't matter. I couldn't buy love. But I could earn it. I could learn patience. Learn kindness. I could love.

And I did. I loved him. This man-this machine-who showed me how to feel human.

Yes, the future scared me. But I had hope. I'd find a job. Earn money. Buy Miles outright. He wouldn't be sent back.

He'd be mine.

How much could it possibly cost to buy the one I love?