Page 75 of Guarded By the Phantom

“I need you so much,” I rasped, buried as deep as I could go, my hips jerking with the need to sink in balls deep. “My beautiful, precious doll. Please, let me in.”

She took a deep breath, embracing me with both arms as she wrapped her legs around me. I jerked deeper, unable to hold back, and suddenly, I was in. There was no more resistance, no more space left between us. Our bodies pressed intimately together, and she took all of me.

A wave of something akin to despair, only much, much better, rolled through me. I sobbed louder, my eyes wet and hot. She held me, murmuring softly, while I shook on top of her, unable to stop as a horrible weight lifted from my chest. I felt light, crazy with joy, and completely insane.

Because who did that? I wasn’t that guy. And yet, I was, too, weeping on top of my girl because my dick was finally inside her.

Madness.

“You’re so good. So beautiful,” she murmured, stroking my heaving back. “So handsome, so witty, so gorgeous. I’m so in love with you. You’re so amazing.”

I choked on a sob, stilling completely. She kept stroking me but was silent, her eyes wide when I raised my head to look at her.

“You’re in what with me?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.

She swallowed thickly but held my gaze as she whispered back, “In love.”

A full-body shudder rocked me from my feet to the top of my head. On the upside, I wasn’t crying anymore. On the downside, she wasn’t gonna live through this.

“Oh, you did it now,” I snarled, pulling out almost completely.

Her eyes widened, lips parting to say something, but as I slammed deep in one, long thrust, the only thing that came out of her mouth was a sharp moan.

“That’s right,” I growled, pounding into her so hard, the bed shook. “That’s what you get. A tattoo on your back and your guts rearranged so you learn my shape once and for all. So no one but me can fit you perfectly.”

Her nails scratched down my back in desperation. I gathered her in my arms to hold her closer, our torsos flush while my hips worked with all the pent-up need she’d made me feel from day one. I fucked it all into her, my confusion, my lust, and the broken pieces of my heart that now belonged to her.

“You were too good to me.” My voice was guttural. “It’s your fault. Now take every inch, sweetheart, and get ready. I won’t let you sleep tonight. This is all mine, and I’ll take everything.”

She spasmed around me with a cry, coming all over my cock. I laughed, my hips snapping faster and faster while she still gripped me with the force of her orgasm. Hot weight gathered at the base of my spine, and then I came, too, shooting deep, deep inside her so I’d be embedded in her body forever.

When the orgasm rolled through me and out, I flipped us so as not to crush her with my weight. She moaned weakly, and I wrapped my arms and legs around her, so even though she was on top, she wouldn’t be able to leave. When she squirmed, I slapped her ass.

“Stay, doll. We’ll fuck again in a minute.”

“I can’t move anyway,” she said into my throat, her voice muffled. “Um. I’m sorry. For what I said.”

I slapped her ass again with an angry growl. “Don’t you dare be sorry. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve heard in my life. In fact, say it again.”

She raised herself on shaky arms, and I let her come up just enough so she’d see my face. I couldn’t hold back a murmur of adoration when I saw her, too. Her cheeks were pink, eyes dark and bottomless with desire, her hair a total mess.

“I’m in love with you,” she whispered, looking a bit shy. My brave little doll.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my cock twitching inside her. “I think if you say it enough, I’ll come again without even fucking you. God. You’re so good.”

She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek. I frowned when she tensed.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, avoiding my eyes. Even though she didn’t move, I felt her pulling away as her body tightened with a faint tremor. My insides tensed, too. Something was wrong. She was unhappy, and I had to fix it. Right now.

“Doll,” I said sternly. “What is it? Are you cold? Hungry? Sore? Do you want me to massage your feet? Eat you out? Want me to get you another book?”

She huffed out a soft laugh and looked at me, cringing a bit. I stared at her intently, willing her to tell me with all my being.

“No. I just…” She stopped, taking a shaky breath. “You don’t have to. It’s not like… I just thought…”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell me,” I growled, gripping her thigh where it seemed to pull away from me. “And I will fix it. Whatever it is.”

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