Page 39 of Her UnBearable Protector

He pushed and she pulled and the two of them moved across the floor together. She followed his lead and there was a moment of clarity when she wasn’t focused on the skin that she was baring under her fumbling hands, or she wasn’t moaning as he deftly removed her clothes, that she wondered how he could so easily navigate her home with his eyes closed.

“Stop thinking so loudly. I can hear your thoughts in my head.”

She felt his hands on her hips, felt the heavy friction of their skin as he sent her clothes to the floor.

Her eyes widened as his fingertips bit into the flesh at the backs of her thighs and his hands lifted her from the floor and pulled her against him. Salvatore’s lips found her shoulder, his tongue tracing a fevered path along her collarbone, and laved the few inches to her pulse point on her neck.

He shifted again, digging his fingertips into the lush curve of her backside, pushing his body tighter against hers. Natale gave in to her needs and the eager heat between them, spreading her legs until his hard form was cradled against her softness.

She felt the warmth of his skin against her thighs and when she squirmed, she felt her own liquid heat kiss her inner thigh as he settled his mouth over her shoulder.

“Yes,” her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back, holding him securely in her embrace. “Salvatore.” He didn’t say a word in reply, growling against her skin as she felt the rough scrape of his tongue. “Take me to bed.”

He spoke, but she couldn’t make out the words from the muffled sound of his mouth as he turned to feast on the shell of her ear. Then again, it really didn’t matter to her as he managed to shove her door open and move them into her room.

She held on as he set a hand down at the edge of the bed and laid her beneath him. When he reached for the drawer in the night stand, his arousal pushed heavily against her hip and she arched against him craving more contact with his body. When he found what he was looking for, he tore the edge of the packet off with his teeth, his eyes moving over her face in a caress.

What she saw in his eyes was a promise. A promise of a blissful oblivion in his arms and a delicious ache between her thighs in the morning. And she wanted it all.

As he smoothed the condom over his erection, his knuckles traced her stomach from her belly button down. When he finished his task, he slipped his hand lower, parting her curls a moment before a twist of his wrist allowed him to push two fingers into her tight heat.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she struggled to see his face above hers in the dark of her room. “No,” she could barely catch her breath, “you. I want you inside me.”

The look on his face said he might tease her the slightest bit. His lips pulled back into a devilish grin, made more potent with the feral hunger she smelled on his skin.

“Whatever the lady wants.”

He pulled his fingers free and she found that her own body was trying to betray her. It tried to keep its grip on him, but she was glad that Salvatore had more control of his body than she had over hers.

His hands were hard at work.

A pillow under her hips.

Hands on her thighs.

Under her thighs.

Pulling her snug and tight against him.

And just when she felt that he’d never ease the greedy ache of her body, Salvatore leaned over her and thrust deep, lifting her hips from the pillow. She felt every inch of him inside, her walls gripped him, determined to keep him this time.

Shifting onto his knees, Salvatore’s hands clasped her hips and held her still. His intense gaze held her captive as he drew back from her, withdrawing until only the tip of his erection was held snug in her body.

Natale felt as if she was floating and the only thing tethering her to the earth was the man poised to make her beg and scream. It was a delicious feeling that made her head swim.

His eyes bled black as his hips shifted against her, rubbing his hard length against her clit.

She gasped, enjoying the shivers that rolled down her spine. Natale opened her mouth, prepared to beg, but before she could speak, he did. The words that spilled so easily from his lips tied her up in knots.

“I need you.”

“Then take me,” she urged him and tilted her hips, taking him deeper, “I’m yours.”

And he listened to both the message of her body and her words and took her over the edge, in the strong circle of his arms.

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Natale shook awake just before midnight, blinking at the clock, she reached over and felt the other side of the bed. Still a little warm, she scooted over and cuddled into the pillow, drawing in a long breath. She laughed, holding the pillow tighter against her cheek. It smelled like Salvatore, clean and strong.

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