Page 176 of Damaged Protector

Cupping the back of her head with one hand and her tight little ass with the other, I held her to me, tasting her sweet mouth for the first time in almost three months. Though I hadn’t forgotten the taste of her, the intensity of it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was grateful I was lying down.

“Tate,” she panted into my mouth, “say it again. Please.”

I rolled us over, pinning her with my weight, as I stroked the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “I love you, Mallori.” And—because I could—I said it again. “I love you.”

Those words were surprisingly easy for me to say. In my entire adult life, I’d never said them to any woman besides my sister, but I thought I could profess my love to Mal every single day for the rest of forever.

Forever. Yes! My heart swelled inside my chest, and I knew for a fact that’s what I wanted with her.

She looked up at me, and I drowned in the aqua pools of her eyes. “Will you make love to me, Tate?”

“All night, angel,” I promised.

It didn’t take me long to rid us of our clothes, and then I scooted her up the bed and slid us beneath the covers. Half covering her, I ran my hand down her side, eliciting the most delicious shiver from her body.

“I want to take my time with you, Little Bee, but—”

“Just get inside me,” she interrupted, grasping my ass and pulling me fully on top of her. Her legs spread and welcomed me, cradling my hips as my needy cock found her center.

I kissed her lips softly. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Inside and out.”

“Then I was made for you because you’re the most beautiful man in the world.”

Those words from her lips were everything to me. She was everything, and I pressed my hips forward until her heat cupped the head of my erection. We let out simultaneous sighs, both of us gratified to be together like this again.

Mallori lifted her butt off the bed, taking more of me inside her, and I groaned my approval against the softest lips I’d ever kissed. Then she began circling her hips, stretching herself on my cock, and I matched her movements.

She was as tight as the night I took her virginity. The night she freely gave it to me. I wasn’t sure I realized that night just how fucking lucky I was, but I did now. She’d chosen me, the man with a dark heart and even darker desires, and she loved me anyway. I’d been her first, and I damn sure wanted to be her last. Her only.

As Mallori opened up around me, I slid in deep, rolling my back and stroking all her sweet spots. It was slow and loving and perfect, and I took her mouth with a lush kiss that harmonized perfectly with the movements of our bodies.

My body was experiencing so many sensations that I wanted to memorize. Mallori’s hands in my hair. Her soft tits pressed against my chest. The coolness of the sheets as I ground my knees into the mattress to push myself up and into her over and over.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses across her cheek, I whispered into her ear. “Please say you’ll be mine forever.”

“I will. Forever,” she panted against my shoulder. “I need you deeper, Tate. I want all of you.”

I pushed up onto straightened arms, and she worked one of her legs between us, resting her ankle on my shoulder, practically folding herself in half.

“I forgot how flexible you are,” I told her with a smile as my cock found a place inside her that made her eyelids flutter.

“God. There. Right there.” My name ripped from her throat as she pressed her head back into the pillow and clenched around my cock. “Tate!”

“That’s it, my pretty girl. I'm right there with you.” I was mesmerized by her parted lips and the slightly bluish tinge of her closed eyelids.

As her orgasm rolled through her body, my own caused my balls to tighten up against me before releasing my seed. I pulsed into Mallori’s tight pussy over and over. It lasted so long, I felt like we were coming in slow motion.

She lowered her leg, wrapping it around my waist as I lowered my body to hers once more. “I love you,” she said, running her fingers through my beard.

“I love you, Bee. You’re perfect.”

And you’re all mine.

“We need to figure out how and when we’re going to tell everyone,” I said when we were cuddled side by side in a post-coital glow. If I’d had a cigarette, I would smoke the damn thing right now, despite the fact that I’d never smoked a day in my life. I was so damn satisfied.

“How about when my parents come for the holidays?”

I knew her mom and dad were coming to Texas for a visit the week before Christmas, due to their cruise.

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