Page 15 of Rescued By Her Guardian

She felt herself being tipped backward, and then she was on her bed as he loomed over her. His eyes were dark amber and she could see the hint of his fangs as he lifted her top and pressed his lips to her belly. Her skin erupted in goose bumps.

“I’m not on birth control,” she murmured, sifting his soft hair through her fingers. “I don’t want to keep anything from you, but I also really want to feelyouthis first time.”

He purred and licked a slow circle around her navel.

“I want that too. Whatever happens, tonight or any other night, will be perfect. You’re mine and I’m yours, no matter what.”

She was going to fall hard for this male.

How could she not? He was sexy and protective, and very sweet. She knew the longer they were together, the closer they’d grow.

A shiver wove through her.

“Knox.”

“Yes, sweet elf?”

“Take my pants off.”

He grinned sinfully and planted his fists on the bed by her hips. “So bossy, sweet mate?”

“I’m burning up.”

“Can’t have that.” He straightened and shucked his shirt and pants before he swiftly divested her of her clothes. He gazed down at her, and there was a moment where she didn’t think either of them were breathing.

They were just staring at each other, drinking their fill.

She could see the flush of heat across his lightly tanned skin, highlighting the thick muscles she’d felt under his shirt. He had a trim waist and that delicious cut of abs that led down to…oh my.

His cock was thick and long, and her toes actually curled at the thought of him plunging inside her.

She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks puffing as she exhaled sharply.

He gripped the backs of her knees and pulled her roughly toward him, and then he leaned over.

He kissed her like he could climb down inside her, like he’d been looking for something important and had finally found it in the kiss.

Their tongues danced and their hands roamed. She was so overcome by everything that she was trembling and dancing the edge of pleasure before he’d done more than sweep his fingers across her less-erogenous places.

Should she be turned on by the graze of his calloused hands on her stomach or her upper arm? Should she want to scream his name to the heavens when his palm laid across her collarbone?

Oh, but she was, and she wanted.

She wanted everything.

He kissed and licked his way to her breasts, and his fingers finally—finally!—found home between her legs, where the heart of her aching body needed only him to staunch it.

With the slowest and lightest of pressure, he circled the entrance to her body, making her hips buck and her legs shake. He smiled against her breast and then sucked on her nipple as he slipped one finger into her.

It wasn’t enough and it was too much at the same time.

A second finger joined in, moving far too slowly.

But oh, how heavenly his mouth felt, sucking on her nipples and scraping them with his teeth. She tilted her hips and he growled against her flesh. Her stomach flipped and her skin felt like it was pinched in a vise.

She reached for him, but he snarled and grasped her hands, holding both over her head as he continued to finger her.

“If you touch me, this is going to be over way too fast. My cat wants to fuck you so bad, but I want you wet and dripping for me.”

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