Page 19 of Protected By the Ranger

“I came here with no plan, driven by a desperate need to feel safe. In your arms, I found safety and so much more.”

I see Gideon’s eyes widen in surprise and I chuckle, nuzzling his neck with my lips. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. I want to stay in your arms, Gideon, if you’ll have me, because you’ve come to be very important to me too.”

Gideon’s face splits into a big smile and he responds with his delicious lips moving seductively against mine. But just when I begin to lose myself in the kiss, he pulls back.

“We shouldn’t, Ariel. You’ve been through so much today and you’re hurt too,” he tells me, his eyes dark with lust but concern shining through. His hands linger on my arms as he slowly withdraws.

I grab at his collar, not letting him move out of my arms. “Rick almost killed me today. Everything that happened today made me see how fragile life is. All I know is I don’t want to let another moment slip away.”

He grabs my chin and tilts my face up as his other hand nestles in my hair. His touch is no longer gentle.

“Ariel,” he says, determination echoing in his voice, “I will touch and lick you, tease and worship this sinful body for days on end, so much so that you will lose track of time.”

Gideon pulls me hard against him. His fist in my hair tightens. He leans down to my ear and his breath burns me as he continues, “I will keep you on edge, so fucking close, that all you will know is the desperate need to come around my cock.”

His hushed words sound deafening in the quiet room. The feel of his hard cock against my belly leaves me breathless. Before I know it, Gideon flips me around with a sudden, fluid motion, and pushes me hard against the wall. The rough wood is cold against my overheated skin, and Gideon cages me in with his body.

I am breathless, and so is he. I feel like I am going to turn to ash as he traces a finger down my throat. I gasp when he rubs his thumb against my hard nipple poking through the sweatshirt. His eyes darken with a sinful promise as he continues, his voice a seductive rumble. “My every touch, every kiss, every lick of my tongue, every bite, every drop of cum in your tight pussy will banish his every trace.”

Gideon leans back and looks right in my eyes as he whispers, “And then, after driving you mad, I will fuck you so hard and make you scream so loud that it will turn his memory into a mere whisper.”

I gasp at his filthy promise and he crashes his lips onto mine with a fervor that takes my breath away. His kiss is a potent mix of desperation and need, his tongue and touch demanding. I part my lips and his taste bursts into my mouth as he tangles his tongue with mine. My fingers find their way into his hair, tugging him closer as if I could fuse us together.

His kiss is hot and insistent against my sensitive skin, marking me as his. His ragged breath matches the pounding of my heart. His lips close on the throbbing nerve on my neck and he bites, hard.

An unfamiliar combination of pain and pleasure floods through me, pulling a strangled moan from my throat. His roaming hands move to my ass and he grabs them as he pulls me against his hard cock. My back arches against the wood behind me, and I anchor myself by tugging at his shirt.

Gideon rips open his shirt that I am wearing. The buttons clatter on the ground. There is a lingering chill in the air but it’s his dark eyes that gives me goosebumps. Unable to stay away, he recaptures my lips in a heart-melting kiss as he takes each breast in his hands. I moan into our kiss when he rubs his rough thumbs over my nipples.

Suddenly, I am overcome with a wild urge to drive him crazy, as crazy as he is making me. Drunk on this need, I reach down and cup his hard cock straining against the denim. Gideon freezes and I swallow his groan as I rub, feeling his heat on my palm. He pulls back, and his eyes meet mine, wild and simmering with need.

I open the fly of his jeans and his cock springs free, making my pussy throb in delight. My fingers glide over the silky skin of his hard length with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I slide my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the bead of moisture that’s gathered there. His hips jerk involuntarily. The reaction is instant—visceral, and it sends a surge of power through me.

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses when I gently squeeze and move my hand in a twisting motion. His eyes darken, the usual emerald eyes now almost black, pupils blown wide with lust.

I stroke him harder, faster, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure, the way his muscles strain as he fights to keep his control. With tousled hair, unbuttoned shirt, and a wild glint in his eyes, he looks as if he is teetering on the edge but restraining himself. It makes me realize just how much he is holding back, and all I want in this moment is for him to let go.

“Gideon, I want you. I need you. Not to purge Rick’s memory, but because when hold me, touch me, nothing else exists. No one else. You’re all I want... all I need. Maybe I should show you,” I purr and drop to my knees before him, the icy chill of the floor seeping through my clothes.

I look up at him and his smoldering eyes fuel the fire already burning hot and low in my pussy. I press my thighs together and lick my lips, catching the way his muscles tense beneath his open shirt.

In one smooth motion, I take his cock in my mouth, inch by inch, until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat. Gideon chokes on air and grabs my hair until my scalp tingles, making my pussy clench.

Gideon jerks his hips, and a deep, guttural groan escapes him as I start to move, sucking him at a lazy pace. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock with each bob of my head. His taste explodes in my mouth, salty and musky. I moan around him, the vibration making his cock twitch in my mouth.

I can feel him trying to be gentle but the last string of his control snaps when I take him in deeper, gagging slightly. His cock pulses on my tongue, thick and rigid. I can’t help but whimper when he holds me in place with a tight grip on my hair and begins thrusting in my mouth. I breathe in through my nose and dig my nails in his thighs, pulling him deeper.

Gideon watches me with awe and hunger, breathing raggedly, his voice strained, “I have dreamt about fucking your sweet mouth since I tasted these luscious lips.”

The sound of his voice vibrates through me, fueling the fire already burning hot and low in my belly. His words spur me on and I hollow my cheeks, taking him in deeper. I suck harder, my hand stroking the base of his cock in rhythm with my mouth.

“Fuck, yes. Take it all in, baby.”

The tension in his body builds, a coiled spring ready to snap, but I keep my movements slow, controlled, wanting to savor every second, every drop of pre-cum. I pull back slightly, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with a wet pop and kiss my way down to his tight balls. I take one into my mouth and roll my tongue around it.

“Tease me more and you will find me buried deep in your pussy,” Gideon vows, his voice barely more than a growl.

“Is that a promise?” I ask, my throaty voice drips of anticipation.

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