Page 8 of Protected By the Ranger

“Tell me you want this, Ariel,” he murmurs, as if his life depends on my answer. His other hand traces the edge of my sweater, slipping beneath the fabric just enough to drive me insane with yearning.

“I…” my voice falters, caught between the fear still lingering in the corners of my mind and the burning desire that his touch ignites. His thumb brushes over my nipple, making it ache. The sensation sends a jolt of lust straight to my pussy.

“Say it. Tell me what you want,” he urges, his breath hot against my ear.

“I want this. I want you, Gideon,” I gasp, unable to hold back any longer, throwing all caution in the wind. Sam was right. I have always played it safe in my life. Tonight, just for tonight, I want to risk it all. My body, my heart. I know I need to leave soon, but if I do it without exploring this connection between us, I will regret it. If tonight is all I’ve got, I want to burn. And I want Gideon more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

A growl rumbles in his chest at my whispered confession. He pulls off my sweater and blouse, his hands and lips exploring every inch of my now exposed skin. Without warning, Gideon cups my breast and my nipple disappears in his mouth. He sucks it like a hungry, ravenous man. With his other hand, he pinches my nipple before pulling on it gently. The sensation is so intoxicating that I cry his name as I throw my head back and revel in it.

He circles his hot tongue around my bud, pops it out of his mouth and blows on it. Goosebumps break out all over my body, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back. He latches onto my breast again, but this time, he takes my nipples in between his teeth and bites softly on them. I can feel my pussy getting drenched, badly craving some attention.

I try to press my thighs together to relieve some of the building pressure, but Gideon easily pushes them apart and fits himself between my legs. The move pushes his hard cock flush against my throbbing pussy, and lost in desire, I wrap my legs around his waist.

Pushing his hands under me, he grabs on to my ass with one hand and fists my hair with the other, pulling it hard. “Look at me, Ariel,” he demands. I comply, shivering under his predatory gaze. Grinding his cock against my throbbing pussy in a maddening rhythm, he purrs, “Feel me. Feel how hard you make me. How crazy you drive me.” His sinful claim with his intense grinding almost makes me cry.

He takes my lips captive in another burning kiss. His hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my tracks, finding me already wet. He groans against my mouth, his fingers sliding through my slick folds and finding my clit. The contact is electric and I cry out in pleasure. My hips arch against his hand and my hands grip his shoulder. His fingers circle my swollen clit with a deliberate slowness that drives me wild, teasing me to the brink of madness. The pressure builds and builds, and my nails dig into his shoulders as I ride the wave of sensation.

Gideon teases my entrance and I unabashedly wrap my legs around his waist to urge him on. Sucking hard on my nipple, his finger slides deep inside my cunt. Gideon lets go of my breast with a loud pop and purrs against my skin. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. Who is it dripping for, Ariel?”

His words send a thrill through me, and I feel my walls clenching around his fingers. “You, Gideon. I am wet for you,” I moan, unable to hold back my confession.

“Good girl,” he whispers, rewarding me by sliding another finger deep in me. He finds the perfect rhythm to bring me to the edge. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter with each stroke of his fingers.

His fingers fuck me at an agonizingly slow pace, curling inside me and hitting the spot that makes me see stars. His touch is a masterful blend of firm and gentle. I’m unable to control the whimpers escaping my lips, each one a testament to the power he holds over me.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he withdraws his hand. “Gideon,” I plead, my voice raw with need. I can feel his lips curve into a smile against mine. His fingers find my clit again and slowly tease me. He edges me closer and closer to the brink without letting me tumble over. I shake with need, driven out of my mind.

“Gideon, please,” I cry out in desperation when he stops again. He chuckles and then increases the pace, his fingers stroking in and out faster. I pant as I feel the pressure build. His thumb rubs my clit with a skill that leaves me breathless. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I dig my nails into his back as I brazenly ride his hand like a bitch in heat.

The pleasure is so powerful that it’s almost painful. With a final, powerful stroke, the tension snaps and I’m tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. My body convulses with pleasure around his fingers. I cry out his name, my voice hoarse and broken, as the orgasm crashes over me.

Gideon’s steady touch never falters, guiding me through the waves of pleasure. He murmurs soothing words against my skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along my jaw and neck. I cling to him, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my release.

“Hey,” Gideon’s voice breaks the silence, and I look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, filled with a mixture of concern and passion.

He kisses my forehead, a tender gesture that sends a warm glow through my chest. “Are you okay?” he asks, his chest vibrating against my palm.

I nod, unable to find the words to express what I’m feeling.

With a predatory grin, he claims my lips in another maddening kiss. His hands roam over my body with a renewed intensity. The desire that was momentarily sated roars back to life.

This time, I explore his marvelous body. The vein in his neck beats intensely under my fingers as I tug at his shirt. Gideon swiftly pulls it off. The sight of him, bare and beautiful in the dim light, steals my breath away. He pulls me close, his naked body warm and solid against mine. My hands roam over his body, feeling the chiseled ridge of muscles on his back. If I could move, I would lick it, but Gideon has me caged and under his mercy.

The need to be taken by him—claimed by him—rules my actions. The maddening desire to drive him crazy makes me reach out and bite him on his shoulder, hard. Growling in response, he pulls my hair, baring my neck, and wraps his hand around my throat. He gently squeezes, holding his lips inches away from me.

“I’m trying to be gentle with you, Ariel. Don’t tempt me,” he says, struggle clear in his molten dark eyes. I don’t care anymore. I want to give in to every fantasy about Gideon that has been ruling my mind.

Reaching down, I cup his cock over his sweats and say, “Maybe, I don’t want you to be gentle.”

Acting on impulse and need, he groans and chokes me harder. He begins rubbing himself against my hand. Needing more—needing skin-on-skin contact—I slide my hand in and wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock. His breath catches in his throat and he whispers my name.

I stroke him, drawing out my movements into slow thrusting. I want to tease him, bring him to the edge over and over. But his thrusts prove to be a double-edged sword, igniting a fire deep in my core that needs to feel him inside me.

“Please, Gideon,” I sob, my voice breaking with desperation. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”

His eyes, dark with a scalding desire, lock onto mine and he takes my lips in a hungry kiss. A guttural sound escapes him as he positions himself at my pussy, the velvet skin of him hot against my sensitive flesh.

I hold my breath, anticipation coiling tight within me. But, instead of entering me immediately, he teases me, dragging his cock against my slick folds. The moist tip brushes my weeping clit, making my body jolt with need.

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