Page 22 of A Guardian for Christmas

He already saw so much of my body in the shower, even with my back turned toward him. He touched me in places no one has ever touched me before. He was giving me all tenderness and no judgment.

I was initially indifferent, almost disassociating when we were in the shower. It was the only way to get through the moment—the feeling of humiliation of being found in that state.

I purposely hide from people and push them away. Now I want nothing but Sagan’s hands, his eyes, his mouth on me. Every inch of me wants every inch of him in this moment.

“I need you, Sagan.”

“You have me,” he says, swiftly hoisting me into his lap. I let out a cry of surprise as he seats me on his cock, which presses through his jeans, against my bare thighs. The bathrobe is gone, the blanket is gone, and I’m here, fully naked and in this man’s face.

I tremble as I watch Sagan fill his hand with my left breast, sucking me into his mouth. His lips on my nipple pull a whimper out of me. I barely recognize myself as I weave my fingers into his close-cropped hair, spurring him on as he switches to the other nipple, doing things with his tongue and lips that light me up from the inside out. I react to him in ways I’ve only read about in erotica.

But then there’s my heart. My heart will break when this moment is over.

Don’t think about that now, dummy.

I’m drawn back from my thoughts when Sagan’s rough, breathless voice rumbles against my collarbone. “Arms around my neck, baby.”

I do exactly as he says, and then he sends me to heaven with one tattooed hand between my legs.

Electricity crackles through me as I feel the touch of his palm cupping my pussy.

“Sagan,” I cry, barely audible.

“Keep going? Yes or no?”

“Yes!”

Sagan makes me feel so incredibly good right there. One rough finger slides in between my wet folds, finding my center. The core of me has made a damp spot on his jeans, I just know it.

He kisses my mouth tenderly as I forget how to breathe normally. His fingers massage my most secret spot while his free hand holds me close like his favorite toy, moving and adjusting me to his liking.

I give in to the urge to ride his hand.

“Yes, Sagan…oh god…right there…”

“That’s it, baby girl. You let me take care of everything, understood?”

I don’t know what he means by “everything,” but I’m going with it. “Yes…everything.”

He pulls me away, his eyes raking over my form like a man starving. Sagan takes my left nipple into his mouth once again, teasing it in tandem with his strokes inside my pussy. My mouth gapes as he lets that taut nub pop out of his mouth, and I watch in shock as he blows on it. He repeats the same thing with the other nipple, and my god if I’m not entirely soaked by now. I don’t know how we’re both not drowning, I’m so wet.

He sinks a second finger into my cunt and I almost come apart. “I’ve got you. No one is bothering you again after today. No one gets to you except through me after this.”

And why is that the exact thing I need to hear?

“Yes!” I cry out as this thumb makes contact with my clit.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he growls, painting tender kisses over my skin as he teases my aching spot.

“Oh god,” I whimper, and then I let loose a loud moan as my orgasm wrecks me like a cyclone.

My heart races, and I wait for darkness.

It never comes.

The rush of chemicals through my veins makes the ghosts go quiet.

For this moment, I remember who I am.

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