Page 61 of Guarded from Corruption

JADE

My heart is beating hummingbird fast.

Desire hums through my body; a static electricity waiting to be sparked.

My lungs seize with breathless anticipation.

I’ve never been more certain of anything.

Gazing into Niall’s eyes, I tell him, “I’m absolutely sure.”

For a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

Then he exhales.

Cautious hope turns to something much more intense. Hungry.

But it’s not just desire. It’s deeper than that.

It’s the same desperation I’m feeling. Like I need Niall more than anything. Like he’s the part I’ve been missing.

“Jade.” His hand sweeps across my stomach, big and warm and with a hint of roughness that sends tingles across my skin. “You’re so soft. So beautiful.”

His other hand is already at my breast, caressing it, his fingers plucking lightly at my nipple. Dipping his head, Niall trails a line of kisses up my neck.

“I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this,” he murmurs at the base of my jaw. Between kisses, he continues, “So many years. I wished… But this… You… Jade. You’re perfect.”

My womb clenches. Need throbs at my core.

My chest goes tight, but it’s not from anxiety.

It’s joy swelling up so quickly there’s no room for anything else.

As my hands drop to his waist, I whisper, “I dreamed about it, too. About you.”

I unzip Niall’s pants and reach inside, feeling his arousal straining toward me. I wrap my hand around his velvety skin—so hot, silken, and hard just for me—and Niall groans, “Sweetheart. Shit. That feels so?—”

As I start stroking him, I swirl my thumb across the tip, spreading his excitement while feeling my own building. He jerks in my hand and lets out a hiss of pleasure. “Ah, Jade…”

I’m wrapped up in touching Niall, feeling him growing bigger, listening as his breathing quickens, the way he responds to the different things I’m doing. It’s like the most perfect magic that I can do this to him. That I can bring him such pleasure.

Although not completely wrapped up, because Niall is doing wicked things to me. His hand between my thighs, slipping beneath the layer of lace, his fingers stroking and teasing and it feels so amazing and then?—

One thick finger plunges inside, slow and gentle at first, then moving faster.

His thumb presses at my sensitive and exposed bud, lightly flicking and rubbing.

Another finger joins the first, slightly stretching me.

Niall’s mouth closes over my nipple, sucking at it through the layer of lace.

My hips jerk toward him as my inner walls clutch at his fingers. Arousal is coiling in my belly, heavy and insistent.

My body is a riot of sensations.

His arousal throbbing in my hand, slick and silken soft and ready for me. The drag of Niall’s fingers inside me, moving faster. His thumb pressing at that spot—the one ready to send me over the edge. His mouth on my breast. The light scrape of his teeth on my nipple.

It’s all so much, but still not enough.

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