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Her breathing was ragged and the way she continuously dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip highlighted her continued nervousness around me. I cocked my head, trying to be a gentle man when the word was foreign to me. Yet as I stroked the side of her face, brushing my fingertips up and down her cheek, moving ever so slowly to slide hair over her shoulders before tracing the lines and bumps of her shoulder blade, she shuddered.

And I was more aroused than before.

Noel pressed her hands against my chest, lifting her head slowly. Her eyes were full of tears, which nearly broke me, a man who’d shut down all his feelings.

“I don’t want to be hurt again. I don’t know what you heard or read about me, but the truth is much worse. I’m not as strong as I pretend to be. I’m just… terrified all the time of finally losing what’s left of the woman I used to be.”

Exhaling, I cupped her chin but not like I’d done before, this time with a tender hold hoping to re-strengthen her resolve. “For all the terrible things I’ve done in my life, hurting a woman isn’t one of them.”

“Including stealing their hearts?”

I had such an advantage over her. I’d read what she’d been through, at least to some degree. She had no idea why I was the way I’d become. Telling her now seemed pointless, certainly not the right time. “I’m not into stealing hearts, babe. Or breaking them. I can’t be that man. But I can and will protect you against every obstacle, every boogeyman. But that’s all I have inside of me.”

A part of me was certain she’d walk away and in truth, I would allow her, never to succumb to my hungers again. But she curled her fingers slightly, still studying my eyes for sincerity for a few seconds before offering a single nod. It was her approval of the moment we were sharing or perhaps of the man who’d just sworn to protect her.

What she didn’t know was that I was already prepared to lose my life in the process.

I’d lost too much, and nothing meant a whole lot of anything any longer. At least by keeping her safe, I was allowed to feel a sense of honor once again.

Seeing her so nervous made the he-man protective side of me rush to the surface. I just wanted to wrap her in warmth, showing her every man wasn’t a horrible person. But who was I to do that at this point in my life? I tried to remain as gentle as possible, pulling her against me. Even resting on my knees, my torso was much longer, allowing me the joy of peering down into her eyes.

The need for words ceased once again and as I lowered my head, she rolled her hand over my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin. The urgency was building all over again, maybe even more frantic than it had been before.

That’s why when I crushed my mouth over hers, she immediately arched her back. Yet the playful side of her returned, the woman shifting her other hand down my side to my hipbone, crawling her fingers between us until she was able to grasp my cock.

The ache I’d felt for her was in full display, my shaft hard as a rock. Hell, even my balls were already tightened in preparation of being filled with seed. I wasn’t good at holding back when I wanted something, but I also was enjoying doing nothing more than brushing my fingertips down her arm. She had a way of displaying her wanton desire by the look in her eyes alone and at that moment, I was completely mesmerized by how they glistened.

Yet she kept searching so hard, trying to locate something I wasn’t.

I couldn’t help myself, curling my hand around the side of her neck, allowing the kiss to shift from sweet passion to something much more carnal, needy.

Hell, I was bordering on desperate the way I felt about shoving my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. At least I knew she was as ripped with desire as I was, the scent she was bathed in as beautiful as it was inviting.

If she was a black widow, I couldn’t care less.

I held her close, rubbing my cock back and forth across her stomach as I cupped her bottom. When I squeezed, I felt the continued heat from the spanking I’d provided and I was forced to capture her moan. It felt good just like almost everything else did with her.

My libido was picking up, enough I couldn’t restrain my force with her.

If she still minded, I wouldn’t know it by her continued mews as I broke the kiss, enjoying the feel of nuzzling into her neck, biting her jaw and lower lip. As before, her body started to relax, reacting to mine with just as much fire and need. I was pushed to another point in my mind, the longing becoming out of control.

I was still careful with her, although I doubted she ever wanted me to call her fragile. But I needed more of her at this very moment. I slid my arm behind her back, slowly lowering her to the comforter. I was a typical male, not very observant but it was obvious she’d changed the bedding, even dusting the furniture.

How strange to be thinking that way when I had such a gorgeous woman in my arms. I planted one hand on the side of her head, peering down with the ferocity of a jackal, still fighting to keep my cool.

She rubbed her bent knee against my thigh, adding another layer of enticement to the moment. As if I needed more.

I dipped my head, enjoying her fragrance as much as being able to drag my tongue along her naked skin. It would seem my sweet hostage was enjoying teasing me, rubbing her hands up and down my chest, barely sliding the tip of a single finger across my sensitive slit. She was driving me wild.

When I couldn’t take it any longer, I used my knee to press her legs far apart, slowly lowering my torso. She didn’t need any directions, the slight smile on her face matching the way she started to roll her hand up and down my shaft.

The sensations were incredible, too much so. I held off thrusting my cock inside, waiting as she enjoyed herself. But as the seconds ticked by, my patience finally fell into the dumpster. I couldn’t help but think everything about this was a cruel irony. I’d found the one other woman I could potentially find happiness with, yet she was off limits for a half dozen reasons.

Having a conscience was a pain in the ass. It was also a direct track highlighting the truth that she was indeed my single weakness.

Fuck me.

Instead, I fucked her, taking back all control by moving her hands away, instantly thrusting my cock deep inside.

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