Page 59 of Her Redeemed Protector

“And you, being there. It was a comfort I didn’t know I needed,” he admits, peeling back layers of a fortified exterior to show the raw and trembling heart within—the heart whose beats I got lost in.

“I’m here, no matter what.”

He nods repeatedly. “I know. I had to muster every ounce of strength not to fall apart in front of Kayla, in front of everyone. It felt like I was fading away right there in the open, Sav.”

“Yet you’re standing here, Hux. Your heartbeats, they’re proof that you’re living, fighting. Courage is not about what you’re made of. It’s about what you give. And your action tonight came from here,” I press at his left chest. “You can take it because your heart can take it.”

He mirrors my touch, his hand over my heart. “Maybe… because I’ve found strength in someone else’s heart,” he murmurs, looking at me with newfound hope. Then he hesitates. “There’s so much more I need to tell you…”

“Some stories are for another time,” I whisper, knowing the unburdening of a heart is not to be rushed. I seal the promise with a kiss, marking the dawn of something beautiful between us.

Something shifts in him, and a surge of energy propels him upward. He lifts me effortlessly, his injured arm forgotten in the moment as a downpour of kisses drenches me—a deluge of passion, gratefulness, and longing.

We barely make it to my bedroom. Even the bed’s too far, and the corner armchair is all we can manage before our resistance fades away. We tear each other’s clothes off, then Huxley takes a seat, and I eagerly climb onto his lap. His cock stands proud, its magnitude still etched vividly in my mind. The exquisite sensation of being stretched by him last night remains with me as the lingering soreness in my core continues to remind me of its presence. Yet, I’m consumed by an urge to straddle him—right now.

He stops me at the last minute, giving a small shake of his head to indicate he has a plan. Kneading my ass cheeks, he supports me. My slit hovers over his towering cock, impossibly rigid.

“I want to listen to your heartbeat,” he whispers, tracing his seductive lips along my swollen breasts. With a deliberate touch, he caresses his cheek against my cleavage, placing his ear on my left breast, humming as if articulating the melody.

His hands roam my back, tracing the curves of my body. The bandage around his left arm grazes against me, reminding me of what he’s been through.

“Are you okay with this?” I murmur.

“Savannah, Ineedthis.”

My core is calling me to descend—to taste the tip of his cock, or perhaps lap at his precum. But following his cue, I resist, staying the course. Instead, I feel Hux’s mouth enclosearound my nipple, his teeth gripping it firmly, causing a surge of pain.

“Huxley, baby… please, don’t stop,” I moan as if my writhing isn’t a clue already.

His hunger intensifies, his bites growing stronger, almost on the verge of breaking the skin. The sensation sears through me, setting every nerve ablaze, yet I willingly surrender to this insatiable craving.

I release a scream as the intensity of the pain becomes unbearable. I draw my chest closer to him, seeking relief from his relentless pulling. He lets go. Then, with a gentle flick of his tongue, he licks away the throbbing pain.

“You’re all right, Sav?” he whispers.

In between my labored breaths, I manage to nod.

His lips, once filled with intensity, now offer a pampering sensation, their contact light as a feather. He explores every contour of my breasts in a worshipful move—so sensual, so enticing. Simultaneously, his fingers glide across my skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. They trace the curve of my buttocks, traversing to the tender expanse of my inner thighs. This man sure knows how to make a woman feel adored.

Then, without warning, his fingers enter me with force, causing me to arch my back. He continues this motion repeatedly, scorching me from the inside out—perhaps a warmup of what’s to come.

By now, my heart is a rampant riot, pulsing with a hunger only he can sate. He senses it, and he responds by baring his own euphoric state. As if obsessed, he ravages my bouncing breasts, prolonging the ache by sucking on my sensitive nipples while simultaneously working my clit with no mercy.

He pauses, his eyes searching mine to see if I’m okay.

“Don’t hold back, Hux.” I huff impatiently, and he obliges, coming back to me as if he’s out for revenge.

I scream as a torturous orgasm builds fast within my core.

“Huxley…” I sigh out his name so I can hear it myself because I still can’t quite believe this gorgeous man is mine.

Pleasure from lust is readily accessible. Yet, there’s a deeper, more enduring delight in choosing to embrace the pain inflicted by a man you truly admire. This form of pleasure, steeped in respect and sacrifice, rivals the intensity of love itself. In surrender, there is strength; in yielding, you possess him entirely.

As if reading my mind, he grants me my first climax.

He lets me fall, his size welcoming me. It’s rigid, thick, and textured beneath the lubricated sheath. Gradually, he penetrates me, or rather, my body adjusts to his entrance. The feeling is familiar yet more magnificent than last night. Now, I’m closer to knowing the man behind the story, and at this moment, our story is that of a man and a woman assuming roles that complete each other.

“You’re so beautiful, Sav,” he rasps, rough with emotion. “I don’t care how many men have said that to you. Believeme.”

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