Page 89 of Guarded from Corruption

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to be as close as we can possibly be.”

Well. How can I say no to that?

So I cross the room to the bed, taking in everything.

Her perfect breasts. Her slender legs spread invitingly for me, revealing a hint of pink at the apex of her thighs. The tiny swell of her belly and the tiny caduceus symbol tattooed just below her hip.

And as I get closer, all the little details. The smattering of freckles across her chest and shoulders from the day we spent wandering around the property. Her heart-shaped face, so delicately formed. Lips curved in an expectant smile.

At the edge of the bed, I drop my towel, and Jade’s eyes widen in appreciation. As her gaze moves up and down my body, her smile gets bigger. “I missed this. I missed you.”

I crawl over her, bracing myself above her body. “You have me. Anytime you want.”

“Good.” Her hand flattens against my chest. “Because I want you now. And”—her hand moves down my abdomen—“I don’t want you to be gentle because you’re worried about upsetting me. You won’t.”

I’m rock-hard already, desire coiling inside me, a throbbing need building. Roughly, I ask, “You don’t want gentle?”

“Maybe later. But now.” She sucks in a breath and her breasts lift temptingly. “You know what I like.”

When I thought about making love to Jade again, I’d imagined tender and slow. Maybe letting her take the lead, like she likes to do sometimes. But this…

“Yes.” In a quick move, I loop Jade’s legs over my shoulders and bury my head between her thighs. Licking. Stroking. Flicking.

Plunging my fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls rippling around them. Sucking on her exposed bud until Jade’s moaning and thrusting her hips.

And once she’s opened for me like a blossoming flower, I flip her on top of me.

I suckle at one breast, then the other, grazing each nipple with my teeth. Jade makes this sexy sound and pushes her breasts into my mouth.

She reaches for me, clasping her slender fingers around my sensitive skin and stroking. It jerks in her hand, leaking steadily. The pressure is almost unbearable.

But this is about Jade. Giving her what she needs.

So I take her hand and kiss it gently. “Not this time. I want to be inside you.”

Then I lift her up and notch myself at her slick, welcoming warmth.

“Niall,” she whispers, “I thought?—”

My hands tighten on her hips. “You’ll see.”

All the hours of sparring and weight lifting have never paid off more.

I lower Jade onto me, plunging deep, bottoming out in my first stroke.

She cries out, a sound of sheer pleasure.

And then I power myself into her, lifting and lowering Jade faster and faster.

It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her head tossed back, hair cascading down her back, an expression of absolute ecstasy on her face.

I can feel her walls quivering, tightening, clutching at me.

Jade moans, “Oh, Niall, please. Oh, please. I need to?—”

“Yes, sweetheart.” And tilt her hips so I can feel myself hitting that spot—the one Jade told me she never believed existed until she met me.

Which feels pretty awesome, actually.

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