Page 31 of Under His Protection

“I always was,” I gasp.

His lips touch mine in a rugged, demanding kiss; he tastes divine; whiskey mingled with the scent of his damp skin makes a burn spread through my body down between my legs.

He grabs my hair with one hand and crashes deeper into our kiss, owning me with his mouth. His tongue plays with mine, and his other hand caresses my lower back, a teasing, slow touch that sends shivers through me.

The world tilts, and it’s only us at the moment. I feel dizzy, and my heart throbs in my ears. His kiss is a fire, branding my lips, biting them. Teasing me with a cruelty that makes my groin burn for him. His hands, strong and sure, are on me, pulling me closer, molding my body to his.

“Spread your legs, Ava, now,” he demands, “I want to see your pussy.”

“Yes, Alexander,” I comply.

He lifts me, sitting on the sofa as he kneels before me, pulling off my kickers. The worn leather of the couch feels rough against my bare legs. His gaze holds mine captive, and I feel weightless, adrift in a sea of sensations.

He pushes my legs apart roughly, hungry, his hands moving with a practiced ease, giving him a full view of my slit. The air between us is hot and sizzling; the only sound is our ragged breaths.

“Now spread it open for me,” he growls.

I comply, my fingers first tracing the contours of my thighs, my hips swaying, as I open my lips with two fingers. I’m on full display, a doll in his hands, and he takes in every curve and crevice of my body. It’s so hot I feel like I’m about to explode.

“Touch me,” I ask, my voice low.

I bite my lip, a muffled moan escaping my throat as his tongue hits my clit with a relentless force, scorching. He bites me, a sharp, painful sensation that sends a jolt of electricity through me. It’s a pain that turns into pleasure: torment and delight.

All I can do is nod as I moan with pleasure, my body responding instinctively to him. He inserts a finger in my wetness, then another, filling me to the brink.

“Fuck yes,” he says, pressing his index and middle finger inside me as his tongue swirls around in war with my clit. His fingers glide in and out of me, impaling me on him, and I’m losing all control. His forehead glistens with sweat, and his eyes are wild and needy. He needs me. His breath intensifies, a ragged gasp escaping his lips. And I need him. I bite my lip, trying to contain my excitement, as my breath intensifies.

“Such a perfect slit, Ava,” he says, his voice deep. “You like it, don’t you?”

I nod, my head thrown back, a moan escaping my lips. I push him back between my legs, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

“I will punish your pussy now, Ava,” he growls, his gaze fixed on my body. “And you’ll take it like the good girl you are.”

“Yes, please, make me come, Alexander,” I say breathlessly.

His fingers work faster and faster, in and out, thrusting into me as he pleases my apex. His touch is pure pain and pleasure, a force that drives me closer to the edge.

“You’re so tasty, fuck, you’re so sweet, Ava,” he says, his voice a rough whisper.

He grips my thighs and hips, his hands a vice around me. His tongue swirls around, and I’m about to explode on him.

Yes, yes, yes, my body is ready. And then, I come, fast and furious, a torrent of sensation that vibrates through my body. It spills over his face, a warm, sticky wave of pleasure.

“You need to be fucked hard right now,” he demands. He slaps my clit with a forceful hand, a sharp, stinging feeling that sends me over the edge again.

He pulls out his fingers, the sensation of emptiness a bittersweet pang. His cock, hard and throbbing, is suddenly inside me. He slams into me, a brutal rhythm that fills me with a divine aching for more of him. I want him deeper inside. I can’t get enough of him.

“My,” he breathes, his voice ragged, his eyes burning with intensity. “Fucking,” he breathes, “dirty girl.” He slams into me again, his hand caressing my nipple, twisting it painfully, eliciting a cry of delight.

“Oh yes, Alexander!”

I lock eyes with him, and he watches me intently, moving into me in perfect motion. He pounds into me again and again, his strength overwhelming. Fuck, yes.

The feeling of him inside me is exquisite—absolutely perfect. He’s filling me up, every thrust making me shiver with rapture. Holy shit, Alexander.

He drives his cock into my dripping wetness, shoving him deep inside of me. As his hand runs up over my sore breasts to my mouth, he stuffs his fingers that were inside me into my mouth.

“Taste yourself, Ava, you’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

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