Page 13 of Forbidden Mountain Man

I nip at her sensitive flesh, then lick the spot and press a kiss over her skin. I repeat the process lower, lower, lower, nuzzling into the side of her neck and breathing her in.

“I want you, Forest. I want you in a terrifying, thrilling, intense way that I don’t know what to do with. I ache for you. All the time.”

“I want you, too. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t think of anything or anyone else.”

I wrap her long, dark hair around my fist and pull her head back before sealing my mouth over hers. I slide my tongue past her lips and dive into her depths, tasting every inch of her, claiming every inch of her, whether she knows it or not.

Fiona fists my shirt, whimpering and pulling me closer. She wraps her arms around my neck as I slide my hands down her body and grip her ass, grinding her against my swollen dick.

“Forest,” she breathes out, finally pulling away from my punishing kiss to gasp for air.

“Yeah, baby girl?” I ask, scraping my teeth down her neck and sucking on her pulse point.

“Show me,” she moans, tipping her head back to give me better access.

“There are a lot of things I want to show you, Fiona. You’ll have to be more specific,” I mumble into the soft skin of her chest before burying my face in her cleavage.

“Sh-show me how much you want me.”

“How do you want me to show you, Fiona? With my fingers?” I brush the back of my knuckles over her cheek and across her jaw, then drop my hand down and wrap my fingers around her throat, in a light hold. “Or maybe my tongue?” I ask, pulling her toward me by her neck so I can lick the seam of her lips. “Or are you ready for more? Do you want me to show you what it means to be mine for good?”

“Yours?” she whispers, her eyes filled with vulnerability.

“Mine,” I repeat. “Mine to protect and empower. Mine to cherish and support. Mine to provide for and take care of.”

Fiona stares at me as she processes my words. I know she’s picking them apart and studying each one. She wants to believe me, but she has to see it for herself.? I wait for her mind to catch up with what the rest of her already knows. Fiona trembles in my arms as the truth finally sinks in. I watch it overwhelm her and fill her up with hope.

“Show me,” she whispers.

This time, I don’t hesitate. I know exactly what she’s asking for.

I lift Fiona in my arms and carry her down the hall, setting her at the foot of the bed. She grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to lift it up, but I stop her movement. She looks up at me, half annoyed, half questioning, but I just pull her hands away and hold them at her sides.

“This is what I mean when I say I’m going to cherish you,” I say, kissing her temple and nuzzling into her neck. “Will you let me show you how I’ll cherish you?”

Her breath catches in her throat as she nods her head.

I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly while slipping my hands barely underneath the hem of her shirt. My fingers play with the waistband of her leggings, dipping inside and caressing her sensitive skin and then pulling away. Fiona shudders, but I just keep kissing and teasing her, working her up, and letting her know she’s worth me taking the time.

Slowly, I continue my exploration, inching her shirt up higher and higher while I kiss down her neck, lower and lower. Finally, I pull back just enough to slip the fabric over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. I kiss them too.

My mouth never leaves her skin as I kneel in front of her, catching the elastic waistband of her leggings between my teeth. I pull it and release it, letting it snap against her soft belly. Fionainhales sharply and rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance.

I peel off her pants, kissing every new inch of smooth skin as it's exposed to me. All that's left is a scrap of pink cotton covering her hot little pussy. I can see she's already dripping, and fuck if that doesn't have the beast in me roaring to life. I want to fuck that cunt. I want to shred the offending garment and shove my dick so deep inside that she'll never want anyone else.

I watch the wet spot on her panties grow bigger, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking her essence from the fabric.

“Forest!” Fiona whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I grunt and grip her hips, stopping her from squirming. I know I need to pull back to get the last piece of fabric off her, but it feels physically impossible for me to be separated from her even that much.

With a growl, I lean back just enough to rip the panties off her body, and then I push her backward, watching her fall onto the bed. I have my face buried between her legs before her back even hits the mattress. My tongue flicks across her clit once, twice, three times, and then Fiona chokes out a scream as she comes on my tongue.

I don’t back down. I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves in between my lips and lap at her relentlessly, feeling her warm release drip down my chin. Her thighs snap around my head, but I pry them open, making her take what I give her.

I slide one finger inside her entrance, groaning at her greedy little pussy trying to suck me in deeper. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll need to stretch her out first. I add a second finger, massaging her silky walls while continuing to draw circles over her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Fiona bows her back off the mattress and claws the back of my head, her pleasure almost too much to contain. Good. I don’t want her to contain it. I want it all.

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