Page 48 of Grabbed By the Guard

Then, before he could try to tell me that I don’t have to do this is I don’t want—this close and this open, I couldn’t resist tapping into his essence if I tried—I do the same.

I sink down.

It take a couple of minutes. I coo soft assuring sounds so that Glaine knows that this is normal, that I’m taking my time fitting him inside of me, and once I’m halfway down, he relaxes his big body.

Oh, baby. He relaxed too early. Even though I haven’t fully seated myself on him, I lift a little, squeeze, and drop further down.

Scratch.

I laugh. “Doing okay?”

His voice is impossibly deep as he says, “Never better, my mortal.”

I let that one pass because he’s staring at me with such awe on his face, no way is he trying to be dismissive. Instead, I tease, “I like the tub. After tonight, it’s gonna be my top favorite. I’d hate to see you claw it to shreds.”

“I’m sorry, Billie?—”

I’m not. “Here.” I take his hand in mine and place it on my tit. “Try holding on to this. See if you can control your claws.”

“For you, anything.”

He said that so kindly, I offer him the second one. Then, once he’s grabbing onto me, I start to move.

And, I don’t know if the Sombra demon gods are anything like the one I grew up learning about in Sunday School, but I swear, Glaine sees heaven.

He really meant it when he said that I could use my body any way that I wanted to. The most he does—at my urging—is hold my breasts in his palms as I get used to him.

I’ll admit: he’s bigger than I thought, but still not as bad as Biff. I know he doesn’t want to think about Trevor, but the fact is that I was having regular sex up until I met Glaine. It’s not like it’s been years and I need to be stretched out. I actually prefer this position because it let me get used to him.

Once I am, I turn all of my attention toward making him feel good.

Just as I’m about to explode on top of him, Glaine grips my ass cheeks. Pulling me to him, he rises up from the tub without even needing his hands to do it. Good thing, too. They’re too busy kneading my flesh, holding me close, keeping me pinned on his length.

Water rushes onto the bedroom floor as he climbs out, taking both of us with him. Knowing how much he loves it when I play with his horns, I grab the first set on each side I can find and hold on tight.

We’re both soaked. Glaine could easily use his shadow magic to dry himself off, and I have a spare piece of woven fabric that I’ve claimed as my towel. But instead of that, he lays me out on our bed, my back sticking to the covering as he bows his slick body over mine.

It hits me in a flash what happened. I was riding him in the tub, but he couldn’t really do anything except take it. He is a dominant demon soldier. Of course he’d have the instinct to thrust into his female. Virgin or not, I’m thinking some things are just natural, and a male shoving his cock in and out of a pussy to chase his nut is probably one of them.

I don’t mind one bit. I arch my back, moving my hands to his shoulders—or, really, whatever part of him I can reach—and enjoy the sensation of him quickening his thrusts.

It’s funny, though. He looks so… so determined. His face is screwed-up, he’s holding one of my legs around his waist so I can’t get too far from him, while the other is pinned down, opening me as wide as possible for him.

Without me clutching his horns, he can bend his head to nuzzle my bouncing tits with one of them. He’s careful not to gore me with them, but the way he’s methodically playing my body right now? I don’t think I would’ve cared.

I moan, and Glaine whispers my name like it’s a prayer. As if all he needed was another sign that I’m into him, he starts pistoning his hips a little faster.

I gasp. “Glaine, god. What are you doing?”

“I am… what’s the word? Ah, yes… I am fucking you, Billie.”

I squirm. Glaine is always so solemn and commanding with his speech with a rare hint of humor. Even when we were intimate together the first time, he was more in awe than anything. Since meeting him, I’ve enjoyed the small glimpses of his playful side, but to hear him say ‘fucking’ like that when I rarely do?

Damn it, I squirm.

Because fucking me… that is exactly what Glaine is doing right now. His big body is covering mine, thick fingers wrapped around my ankle as he pins it against his pistoning hip. My other leg dangles off the edge of the bed he laid me out on. Too much in a rush to get back inside of me, Glaine tipped me onto the side instead of in the center. Or maybe this way he could open me up as wide as possible, fitting his hulking demon body in the cradle of my legs so that I can’t do anything but take him.

I was so close in the tub. As Glaine starts to shake, my virgin lasting longer than I expected for his first time, I drop my hand to my clit. I want to go over the edge with him, and right now? This is what I need.

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