Page 63 of Guarded from Corruption

Draping my legs over his shoulders and driving me mad with his mouth and fingers and tongue, bringing me right to the edge before retreating.

He kisses my breasts and suckles my nipples, using his teeth to create a delicious sensation of pleasure and pain.

Then he kisses me, first achingly tender, then filled with passion and hunger.

And when I think I might go crazy from need, he braces himself above me, all his gorgeous arm muscles flexing, and just looks into my eyes. All his emotions are right there, no holding back, and I know he loves me.

I don’t mean to say it spontaneously, not at this cliched moment, but as he finally sinks into me and the feeling is so absolutely perfect, I can’t stop myself. Wrapped around him, feeling fully complete for the first time in my life, it just comes out.

“I love you.”

Niall freezes, his features jolting in surprise, and my heart stutters. Did I just ruin everything? Was I wrong?

He closes his eyes for a second. Then he opens them again, and everything feels right in the world. “I love you, Jade. So much.”

Oh.

My heart.

This joy.

The joy keeps building along with the absolute pleasure as Niall moves again, plunging inside me. He kisses me as he keeps thrusting deep, filling me, and I’m making sounds I’ve never made before—small whimpers and moans and soft cries as I beg him, “Please, Niall. Oh please. I’m so close.”

He’s impossibly big inside me, but we’re still a perfect fit.

He moves my legs over his shoulders and hits deep at a different angle, a spot I’ve read about but wasn’t convinced existed until this moment. “Niall. Oh?—”

“I love you.” It’s murmured against my jaw. “I love you.”

And then he sinks deep one more time, and everything comes crashing together into an explosion of ecstasy. My inner walls clench around him, fluttering and sending zips of unbelievable pleasure throughout my body.

My heart is hammering, my lungs are straining for air, and my muscles don’t seem to work. But it’s the best feeling in the world.

Niall groans—a guttural, primal sound—and he stiffens inside me, somehow growing even thicker and longer. Hot heat fills me in steady pulses, something I’ve never felt before.

Not planned, but not scary. Nothing with Niall is.

Always so gentle, Niall flips us over and drapes me across his chest. We’re still connected; he’s still half-hard and twitching inside me, and aftershocks are still working their way through my body.

His arms come around me, achingly gentle. Lips press to the top of my head. For a minute, we just lie together, breathing hard.

Then he says softly, “Jade. That was the most… it was beyond words. I loved it. And I love you. But—” Ice encases my lungs. “I didn’t think about protection. I’m sorry. But whatever happens, I’m with you. I mean that.”

The ice melts. “It’s okay.” I smile against his chest. “I’m clean. Rhi ran a fresh batch of tests on me just in case. But I haven’t been with anyone in a couple years. And I’m on something. So…”

“I’m clean, too.” Niall kisses my head again. “It’s been a long time. And we all got tested before joining B and A. But I’ve never been with a woman without. Ever.” He pauses. “This was amazing, but I don’t expect it. I’ll make sure to remember next time.”

Without thinking, I reply, “I think… I like feeling you like that. And we’re both safe. So it’s okay. If you want to keep doing it this way.”

Niall moves, slipping out of me, and he says, “Hang on. I’ll get something.” But then he gets this proprietary look in his eyes and adds, “Is it bad to say I like seeing you like this? With my… it’s like I’ve claimed you.”

I never would have thought I’d like the idea of a man marking me, but lying here on the couch after making love to Niall, feeling his seed still on me and looking at me with that affectionately possessive look in his eyes… “It’s not bad. I like it, too.”

Niall grins. “Good. Now, stay there and I’ll get something to clean up. And some food.” His eyes flash with masculine pride. “So you can make up some of the energy you spent.”

A few minutes later, we’re both curled together on the couch, still naked, a blanket wrapped around us. We have a plate of appetizers on a table in front of us—little bruschettas and baked brie with pepper jam and tiny spanakopitas—and two glasses of red wine. As he hands me my glass, he kisses my cheek and says, “This is perfect. Being out here with you. Holding you in my arms. Knowing how it feels to be inside you.”

“I know.” I feel like a shaken soda bottle, happiness fizzing crazily inside me. “I really love you. I’ve known for a while, but I didn’t mean to just say it like that…”

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