Page 72 of The Councilor

He let out another exaggerated sigh, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was still holding back, maybe worried he couldn’t protect me in his bed. At that moment I couldn’t care less.

My lips parted involuntarily, encouraging his tongue to slip inside; he thrust it in, sweeping it back and forth as he took control. Just the way he held me in his arms was entirely different, his protective armor sliding off.

His growl was dominant, so possessive I was shaking for another reason.

As the passion erupted, the world fading away, I wrapped my arms around his neck once again, tangling my fingers in his thick locks as the heat of his body rolled through me like a flow of lava. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was only the feel, the need, the unbridled desire.

He swept his arm under my bottom, lifting me from the floor, walking toward the bed so slowly that I wasn’t certain we were moving. After yanking the sheet, he eased me onto my knees. Then he took several deep breaths as he cupped my breasts, still debating what he was doing. This felt dirty yet so right, as if we were meant to be together.

“Mne ochen’ povezlo, i yesli kto-nibud’ snova popytayetsya prichinit’ tebe vred, on umret ot moyey ruki.”

“Please tell me what you said. Please,” I begged, the action so unlike me.

“That I am a very lucky man and if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, they will die by my hands.”

I believed him. The dangerous words shouldn’t thrill me so much, but they did, creating a wave of energy and longing more intense than before.

He ripped off my tee shirt, tossing it aside as if it meant nothing. I wasn’t wearing panties and while I should feel completely naked, I was exhilarated. Even the next flash of lightning no longer terrified me.

Because I was with him.

My protector.

Just from the way his expression changed, becoming darker, reeking of all the filthy things he wanted to do to me, I’d never felt so elated, so feminine.

“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered, daring to touch me with just the tips of his fingers.

I shifted my hips back and forth, realizing I was doing nothing more than enticing him. I wanted to. I needed to know I was special to him.

Then he shuddered, the husky growl he emitted stirring me to the point of losing control as he drank me in with his eyes. I shifted my gaze, another beautiful flash of neon blue allowing me to see the thick bulge between his legs.

Unable to help myself, I placed my hand on his naked chest, marveling in his muscles the way I had the first time I’d felt them. They were marvelous, creating a need that was more intense than the requirement to breathe.

I dared brush my hand down further, savoring the sounds of his labored breathing as he allowed me to play. It didn’t mean I was in control. That would never happen and in truth, that was fine by me.

When I cupped the bulge between his legs, I sensed the beast in him clawing its way to the surface. His chest rose and fell, the flashes of blue light highlighting how flared his nostrils had become.

“What am I going to do with you?” he growled.

“Taste me. Touch me. Fuck me. Use me.” The dirty words were easy to say.

“Be careful, my littleideal’nyy yagnenok. You were right in that I’m the big, bad wolf.”

“The better to eat me then, but what did you call me?”

“My little perfect lamb.”

I almost wondered if he meant for the slaughter before, but now, I knew he rarely used terms of endearment. He hadn’t allowed himself to get close to anyone.

He crawled off the bed seconds later, his eyes never leaving mine.

I dragged my tongue across my lips, unable to stop shivering, never blinking as he stripped off his pajama bottoms. There was no way to hold back a gasp at the sight of him, all of him. Of course I’d already known he was gorgeous, the crisp white shirts and tailored suits unable to hide his powerful muscles. Nothing had been able to suppress his gorgeous physique or the hint of tattoos that had drawn my attention from the beginning.

But tonight everything felt different, as if I was seeing him for the first time.

Now, as he stood fully naked, the shimmering light every few seconds accentuated his glorious masculine form, his broad shoulders and sculpted abs.

And I wanted all of him, every inch.

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