Page 110 of Jenna's Protector

“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my hair. “I’ve got you.”

I cling to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as the water beats down on us. Slowly, the sobs subside, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion and something else—a need to be closer, to feel alive.

I lift my head, meeting Carter’s gaze. His eyes are dark with concern, with love, and with a hunger that matches my own. Slowly, giving me every chance to pull away, he lowers his lips to mine.

The kiss is gentle at first, a reaffirmation of life and love.

His kiss is tentative as if he’s afraid I might break, but as the warmth of his body seeps into mine, something ignites within me—a hunger and desperate need to feel alive.

My hands slide up his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath my palms. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Carter responds instantly, his arms tightening around me, molding my body to his.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Carter’s tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open to him with a soft moan. The taste of him, the feel of his skin against mine, it’s intoxicating. I lose myself in the sensation, in the heat building between us.

His touch is both soothing and arousing, and a familiar heat pools in my stomach. His lips brush against my neck, trailing feather-light kisses that send shivers down my spine.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is rough with desire.

Carter’s hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake, fanning the flames of my desire. He traces the curve of my spine, the swell of my hips, his touch both reverent and possessive. I arch into him, craving more, needing to be closer.

My nipples harden under his touch, and I can’t restrain the moan that escapes my lips. His touch sends electricity coursing through my veins, straight to my core, where the heat between mylegs grows more insistent with each passing second. I need him—need to feel him inside me.

I reach for him, but Carter’s warm hands stop mine.

“Slow down.” He breathes into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to savor every inch of this body, but we can stop at any time.”

His fingers continue their agonizingly slow exploration of my body. His eyes never leave mine as he caresses the sensitive skin of my stomach before making his way up to cup my breasts.

My breath catches in anticipation as his thumbs tease my swollen nipples, causing me to arch my back, silently begging for more.

“I don’t want to stop.”

His response is a wicked grin before he lowers his mouth to my cleavage, nipping and sucking where he’d just been touching. He trails kisses down my stomach until my whole body is on fire.

Carter kneels in front of me, his eyes locked with mine. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine, sending my heart racing. His breath is hot against my skin, each kiss more deliberate and tantalizing than the one before. I arch, offering myself to him.

With a gentle touch, he presses a kiss right where I’m most sensitive—that spot between my thighs that feels like it’s on fire with desire. The soft heat of his lips causes me to gasp again, and this time, it’s more of a moan than anything else.

He takes his time exploring with his tongue, dancing around my clit before finally circling it slowly and deliberately.

I throw my head back in pure ecstasy, feeling like I might explode from the sheer pleasure coursing through me. My fingers find their way into his hair as he devours me with his mouth, each lick and suck driving me further over the edge. I beg him without words, pleading for more as he works his magic on me.

Carter doesn’t disappoint; he slides two fingers inside of me and strokes in time with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelmingly intense but in the best way possible. I feel every stroke, as well as each swirl around my clit, as he continues to lavish attention on both areas simultaneously.

The shower fills with muffled noises of pleasure escaping from between my parted lips and gasping breaths while Carter feasts on me like a delicacy prepared just for him alone.

Carter works his magic between my legs, and my moans turn into cries when he finally brushes his thumb over my clit. The sensation causes undulating sensations throughout my entire body. I come apart, screaming out his name before crashing into an orgasm so powerful it leaves me shaken.

On his feet, he pushes me against the shower wall. His fingers dig into my hips. Carter lifts me, pinning me gently against the cool tiles. The contrast of temperatures—the heat of his body, the coolness of the wall—sends shivers down my spine.

I wrap my legs around him, feeling every ripple of his hard abs beneath my fingers. I draw him closer, needing him with an intensity that takes my breath away. My heart drums a rapid beat, each thump echoing the thrill and anticipation coursing through me.

He presses our bodies together, chest to chest, his hardness pushing against my curves. My breath hitches in my throat as he looks down at me with lust and adoration in his eyes. The water pours down around us, adding to the steam as we stand entwined under the hot spray.

His hands grip me firmly, holding me close as he gazes into my eyes with a look that makes my stomach flutter. His lips press against mine while he eases into me, thrusting deeper with each pulse of his hips.

Every inch of his thick length stretches me open. He takes it slow at first—savoring every moment—until he’s completely buried inside me.

We move together, creating sparks of electricity. I lose myself in the sensations—the slide of wet skin, the taste of him on my lips, the sound of our mingled breaths, and my soft moans echoing in the small space.

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