Page 21 of Taken By My Guardian's Fangs

If he didn't put a stop to this, he would no longer be able to control himself—-

Why?

Juliette cried out in surprised protest when Gaël was suddenly standing a few feet away from the bed, and she was left all alone as she sat up and stared at him in dazed confusion while her body still trembled with need.

"What's wrong?"

The sheer innocence of his ward's question nearly had him groaning. She obviously didn't know how close she had been to being fucked out of her mind, and even now, he could barely think straight with the way Juliette was making no attempt to hide how swollen her lovely breasts were under her nightgown or how fast and hard her heart was pounding against her chest—-

God, how he wanted her!

And right now, it was fucking clear that she wanted him just as badly. The air in the room was now rich with the scent of her arousal, which was exquisitely musky and delectable all on its own. It was also a scent that promised heaven and hell...because what he would do next could be the biggest mistake of his life.

Now or never, Bellecourt.

If he did not end this insanity here and now, then there would be no turning back.

But if he were to pull back, what then?

He tried to imagine what it would be like for another man to kiss his ward the way he had, to taste her the way he had, and the mere thought made Gaël violent.

No.

Fuck no!

Juliette was his ward.

Juliette was his.

He could not in good conscience trust her deflowering to just any man...and so wouldn't it be his responsibility as her guardian to take care of it himself?

"Gaël?"

The unconcealed yearning in her breathless tone was the final nail on his conscience's coffin, and it was then Gaël heard himself say, "I'll ask you this once and never again."

Juliette's breath caught.

Oh God, this is really happening.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Her whole body burned and trembled, and she slowly lifted her gaze to his. "Yes."

Don't be perfect.

JULIETTE COULDN'T HELP tensing as her guardian slowly bent his head, but instead of something wild or deep, the way his lips moved when they finally touched hers could only be described as...patient.

He was oh-so-gloriously patient as he sweetly nibbled on her lips before coaxing them to part open. And when his tongue finally slid back into her mouth, the tender coaxing continued, and the sheer tenderness of it was what gave Juliette the courage to finally shed the last of her inhibitions and surrender to the wanton desires of her own body.

From the moment he had kissed her, she had been aching, just so painfully aching to do all sorts of things in return, and while she had been afraid and insecure before, it was different now.

She could no longer help herself, and so she arched her body up against his and wrapped her arms around his neck as she slowly started kissing him back.

"Yes, my darling." Her guardian whispered the words against her lips, and it was all Juliette could do not to moan. Gaël had called her his darling again, and the sound had her toes curling hard even as the rest of her body burned with passion.

The endearment fed her heart with more courage, and Juliette finally tried sucking on his tongue again. If she was hesitant and shy earlier, this time she sucked as hard as she wanted to, and she was immediately rewarded with the sound of Gaël's groan.

Oh yes!

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