Page 206 of The Protective Gryphen

Oh, Ian craved that more than anything. Belonging to the man gave him such a sense of security. That safety was necessary for him, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was forged in the rape that happened to him.

He’d forever need Gryphen to keep him safe. Without him, he wouldn’t survive.

He wanted to belong to Gryphen, and only Gryphen. Ian knew that for a fact. The man knew how to master his body, and bring out a part of him that he never knew existed.

Now, he understood.

The Blackhawks swung wild, using a sex den, and he got it. They had fun, and they were honest about what they needed during sex, and each one shared their kink.

Ian’s wasn’t so much to be dominated, as much as treated like Gryphen owned all of him.

He needed to be on his knees for Gryphen.

He needed to take his dick, as many times as the man craved.

He needed to be his sex slave because that’s where the power was for him. After what Will Jackson took from him during a rape, Gryphen gave him back, during sex.

After finding his way through it, he was at peace.

Bound to the bed, Gryphen did countless things to his body that he’d never experienced before. He showed him what it was like to be open.

And now, the new Ian couldn’t be put back in the old Ian box. He’d grown too much to fit.

Gryphen kept pushing him, and he loved it.

He’d punished him for daring to let another man see him naked, even though he had no choice.

By punishment, he made him service his dick with his mouth, and Ian gave him the longest blowjob ever.

Then, because he felt he deserved more punishment, he made him ride him until he couldn’t anymore. He made him take his dick that way until his thighs quivered from the sheer amount of exercise it took to get him off.

The punishments kept coming, and Ian didn’t say no to anything. When he dragged him into the shower, and fucked him there, making him brace his hands on the wall for a spanking and fucking…

He’d cum so hard he nearly fell.

Then, as a reward, Gryphen carried him back to bed so that they could sleep.

Now, he missed the feeling of his truly magnificent cock in his ass. If he knew the man wasn’t exhausted, he would have saddled up and used his dick to get off, setting them off all over again.

It proved one thing.

He had all the power.

Yeah, someone was going to die if they kept this up. Oh, but what a way to go.

Gryphen had changed him—for the better.

It appeared that when you found your person, you found yourself trapped between a hot Marine and Nymphomania.

And he loved it.

As for the man he loved more than his own life, Gryphen was on his back, and the soft rise and falls of his chest told him he wasn’t having any dreams. It appeared they wore his fears out. The wine didn’t take him back to a place that broke him.

Ian liked to believe that he anchored him to the here and now with his love.

Gryphen was nightmare free.

All it seemed to take if they drank was to make sure they fornicated like wild animals. Well, that was a sacrifice he’d make.

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