Page 13 of Protected By the Ranger

Gideon is inches away from mine, breath warm and steady against my skin. My heartbeat thunders, rapid and shallow, drowning out all other thoughts. His gaze holds a dangerous edge, igniting a fire low in my belly.

The next moment, his lips crash against mine with an urgent fervor. The kiss is electric, a jolt of heat that pushes away my panic and fear. His lips move roughly against mine, making me whimper. His fingers graze my scalp, gripping my hair tighter. I press my palm against his wiry beard, pulling him closer. His tongue sweeps over mine, minty and intoxicating, flooding my senses.

His palm wraps around my throat, squeezing it gently, and I gasp against his lips, the sound swallowed by the kiss. I can’t help but arch against him when his fingers dig into my waist. I feel his tongue exploring and teasing and I meet him stroke for stroke. The feel of his hand and the taste of his lips consume me.

I wrap my hands around his shoulders, digging my nails in, trying to anchor myself. The heat of his body chases away the lingering chill. His hard chest presses against my breasts, rubbing my poking nipples and making me shiver in delight.

Gideon breaks the kiss before I can protest and trails a line of wet and open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips when he bites on the supple skin on my shoulder, and Gideon groans in approval.

Through the heady fog of desire, Gideon’s burning gaze meets mine and I see the white-hot desire blazing within them. His hands slowly move to the hem of my sweater, his fingers grazing the curve of my waist and breasts as he peels away the fabric. The sensation is almost torturous as he bares me to his hungry gaze. His eyes roam my body, taking in every curve, every inch of bare skin, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful.

Gideon trails his touch down my arms, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. His eyes focus on my neck and he growls with a smirk, “Seeing my mark on your body makes me want to throw you on the floor and bury myself deep inside you.” His tongue flicks out to lick the dark hickey and then he closes his lips on it, sucking hard. I tilt my head back, lips parting in a shaky breath.

His hands move to the front clasp of my bra, his fingers deftly undoing it. “I love your gorgeous, gorgeous breasts.” With that, he cups my breasts gently, making me arch into his touch. He places a kiss on one nipple, then the other, his tongue darting out to tease and taste.

“I love playing with them, and I love how you respond when I do this,” his thumb and forefinger pinches my nipple, rubbing it against his rough skin. I let out a throaty moan, my fingers curling into his hair.

His calloused hands squeeze my breasts hard as he pulls one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. “Oh, God, yes,” I moan, gripping his bulging forearm, the sensation overwhelming me.

When he grazes his teeth on the hard nub and bites on it gently, pleasure shoots through me like lightening. His other hand continues to squeeze and knead my other breast. I cry out his name and my fingers grip his hair, as he pulls my nipple with his teeth.

Gideon roughly grips my thighs, spreading them wide and stepping in between them. His eyes, dark with raw, primal need, lock onto mine as he lowers himself between my legs. I tremble under his touch as his fingers lightly graze from the valley between my breasts, down to my belly.

He presses kisses inside of my thighs, slowly rising higher. The cool air in the room contrasts sharply with his hot breath ghosting over my skin. When he reaches my throbbing cunt, he murmurs, his husky voice dripping with lust. “Look at your cunt, Ariel. I love how needy you are for me.”

His muscular hands spread my legs wider and his stubble rubs on my skin as he blows air on my heated core. I quake under his wandering hands. Every nerve in my body responds to his touch. I can’t help but arch, pushing my hips against him.

Gideon chuckles softy, “Impatient, aren’t we? It’s not just you. I need to taste you so bad that I am losing my mind.”

Before I can respond, beg him to touch me, his tongue flicks out, just barely grazing my clit. My hands clutch at his shoulders as I gasp his name. They instinctively tug at his hair, urging him closer. With the tip of his tongue, he traces the wet folds of my quivering pussy.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” saying that, he grips my thighs and pulls them over his shoulders, wrapping them around his back. I nearly jump out of my skin when his mouth descends on me and his lips suck my clit into his mouth.

“Oh, God, Gideon! What are you doing to me?” I moan, throwing my head back against the headrest, the words tumbling from my lips unbidden.

His response is a low growl, “I am fucking your sweet cunt with my tongue and I won’t stop until I make you scream my name so loud it will echo off the mountains.”

Gideon alternates between licking and sucking, his chin rubbing on my wet folds. His tongue dances over my clit, before dipping lower and teasing my pussy hole. Each movement is deliberate, meant to drive me insane. My pussy constricts with emptiness, cramping hard. His hands clasp around my thighs, caging his face between my legs as he torments my heated pussy.

His thumb joins the fray, rubbing my soft swollen nub. The friction of his rough skin against my slick folds makes me pant and I pull his face closer against my pussy. I can feel myself getting closer, the tension rising with each flick of his tongue, each caress on his thumb. Gideon senses it too and picks up the pace.

He pulls my hips up in the air as he fucks my cunt with his tongue like a thirsty madman. My body tenses, and I come apart on his tongue. I scream his name, convulsing under his mouth. The room fills with the sound of my ragged breaths and his satisfied groan. He doesn’t stop, prolonging my orgasm, drawing it out until I am utterly spent.

He places my ass gently on my sofa as he trails soft kisses up my belly. His hands cup my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks and he pulls my lips in a blinding fervent kiss. I am still breathless, but when I taste my salty warmth on his lips, I kiss back with renewed fervor.

Pulling back, he whispers against my lips, “I want you to remember how you came on my tongue. I want you to remember your taste on my lips.”

With that, he captures my lips in another bruising kiss and pulls me onto his lap in one decisive motion. I fall on him, straddling him. I feel his hard cock wedge between my swollen folds and his heat scalds me.

His voice a rough, guttural rasp, Gideon says, “I need to be inside you right now.”

“I need all of you, Gideon,” my voice trembles with a mix of need and urgency.

He understands what I mean, his strong and possessive hands tighten on my hips. “Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation. “I’m clean.”

“So am I,” I tell him, and grind on his throbbing cock. He chokes on air, and with his fingers digging into my flesh, he lifts me up and places his cock against my hole. A loud moan escapes my lips and my thighs quiver as he begins to lower me on his rigid cock.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasp, my nails creating dark half-moons on his body. A stinging mix of pleasure and pain courses runs through my veins as his thick and heavy cock stretches me. I throw my head back and whimper, my long curls tickling my ass, as Gideon begins to thrust up into me.

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