Page 29 of Falling for her Guardian

He lifted his head and watched as her eyes opened slowly and her gaze fixed on him. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and pressed the wet tips to her clit, circling it until he found the place that made her breath catch.

He played with that spot, rubbing faster and faster until she shattered under him.

Slipping his fingers back to her center, he fucked her through the climax, wringing every ounce of pleasure for her that he could.

She pressed her hand to his cheek and shivered.

“Take me to bed, Storm.”

He had never moved so fast in his life. He carried her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed, stripping from his jeans and fisting his dick as he watched her shimmy from his shirt. Her nipples were taut and her body was flushed.

She moved to stretch out on her back, but he stopped her. Climbing onto the bed, he patted the curve of the headboard, the cool, smooth wood glowing in the flickering lamp.

“Put your hands here, sweetheart.”

She bit her bottom lip and joined him, gripping the headboard. He kissed her, then moved behind her, pulling her backward slowly until her body was angled just right. He spread her knees farther apart and slipped a hand up her back to gatherher hair. He pulled back slightly and she gasped as he thrust into her heat.

He had to stop himself from coming on the spot.

She was so hot and wet, and she fit him perfectly.

“Ah, Storm,” she moaned. He relaxed his grip on her hair and gripped her hip tightly with his free hand, then began to move. He pushed into her, rocking deeply, then pulled free for only a heartbeat before thrusting deep again. She moved with him, meeting his thrusts, her hands gripping the headboard and her moans filling the air.

She let go of the headboard with one hand and brought it to her clit.

The moment she started to touch herself, her pussy clutched his cock and his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine. He gripped her hips tightly with both hands and fucked her hard and fast as she spun them both toward the heart of pleasure.

Her nails scraped on the wood as she came with a deep moan. He followed, his cock spasming inside her over and over. His bear let out a joyous bellow and it spilled out of his mouth.

His fangs were tingling in his gums, but even though he very much wanted to mark her as his mate, he knew she wasn’t ready yet.

But maybe this was just what they needed to start down the road to building trust.

He kissed her shoulder and pulled from her, lowering himself with a satisfied groan to the mattress. She smiled at him from where she was still leaning against the headboard, then slipped into his arms and snuggled up against him.

He pulled her close, grabbed the covers, and tossed them over them. Kissing the top of her head, he said, “You’re the most incredible female I’ve ever met. So beautiful, so fucking passionate.” He wanted to tell her that he was glad she was his, but she wasn’t. Not yet.

“It’s never been like that for me before,” she said with a soft voice. “It was amazing.”

“I’ll always take care of you, Seren,” he said. “In bed and out of it.”

She chuckled and then exhaled on a sigh. “I believe you.”

They didn’t say anything else, just reveled in the afterglow until they both fell asleep, tangled together.

Seren walked through a dreamy snowscape with falling stars and twinkling lights all around her. Then the dreamy, warm feeling morphed to freezing cold, the twinkling lights faded until all she saw were two glowing eyes in the distance and heard someone calling her.

She sat up with a gasp, her body halfway between fight or flight, the covers tangled around her legs.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” Storm asked, rubbing his eyes. “You were thrashing in your sleep.”

She fell back to the pillow with a sigh. “I had a weird dream.”

He put his hand on her hip and pulled her a little closer to him. She snuggled into his warmth. “Want to talk about it?”

“I’m not sure if there’s anything to really talk about,” she said, relaying what she remembered of the strange dream. She shivered thinking about those eyes that she vaguely remembered and wondered if they belonged to Jack Frost.

“Your mind may be trying to work through what you can’t remember after leaving the building. You’re safe now, though.”

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