Page 75 of Sworn to Protect

“Good,” I practically purr, my lips brushing against his inner thigh as I work my way back up. I take him into my mouth again, this time deeper, and feel his cock hit the back of my throat. I swallow around him, the sensation making him groan and curse my name again. My fingers explore further, dragging along his perineum with just the right amount of pressure. His hips buck, and I tighten my grip on the base of his cock to keep him steady.

“Grace.” My name comes out rough and desperate. “ If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

But I don’t stop. I can’t. Not when he feels this good in my mouth. Not when every moan and shudder from him makes mewetter and hungrier. I suck harder, faster, my hand pumping his cock in time

with the rhythm of my mouth. My other hand continues to tease his balls and perineum, my fingertips brushing against the sensitive spot that makes him jerk and curse.

He’s so close. I can feel it—the way his cock throbs in my mouth, the way his breath hitches, the way his muscles tense beneath me. But I don’t let up. Instead, I take him deeper, swallowing him whole until he’s buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing in my throat.

“Fuck!” he shouts, his hips jerking as he comes hard, his cum spilling down my throat in hot, thick waves. I swallow every drop, my tongue lapping at him until he’s trembling beneath me, completely spent.

“Holy shit.” His chest heaves as I finally release him and crawl up beside him. His voice is still rough as he says, “You surprised me, Grace.”

I chuckle at the nickname, running a hand over his sweat-slicked chest. “I didn’t fall off the bed. I think I did well.”

He rolls over and pins me on my back, his cock half hard already. “You did more than well, babe. You fucking wrecked me.”

My mouth parts as I feel his length hardening on my stomach. “I thought you’d need some time.”

“I only need seconds. Not hours.”

“Impressive, old man.”

“I’ll show you exactly what this old man can do.”

And he does.

I gasp as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. His movements are slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine as he fucks me. There’s something different this time, something deeper, more intense. I feel it with every thrust, every moan, every look. An unspoken love that somehow existed but chose this moment to shine.

I feel it.

All of it.

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, until that pressure builds and pleasure coils in my stomach. His pace quickens, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. I cry out as I come undone, my orgasm crashing over me like a fucking tidal wave.

He rides me through it, his own orgasm following soon after, his cum filling me as he collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.

We lie there, tangled together, neither of us speaking. But I can feel it. That shift. That connection. It’s there, raw and unspoken, and it terrifies me almost as much as the thought of him leaving.

Almost.

Because as his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, I know one thing for sure. I’ve already lost my heart to this man, and there’s no getting it back.

“No!”

My eyes fly open from a harsh sound. Thinking it came from the kids, I move to check on them when Nate thrashes beside me.

“No. Breathe.” His voice cracks as his body shakes.

“Nate.” I shake his shoulder, but he continues to jerk. I’m not sure what to do.

I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s three am. A sense of helplessness washes over me as I watch Nate fight whatever nightmare is gripping him. He’s never done this before, at least not while I’m beside him. If this is a regular occurrence, it would explain why he never stays the night.

“Nate!” My voice is firmer this time as I shake him harder, but his body continues to convulse. His face contorts in pain, sweat beading his forehead as his eyes dart back and forth beneath closed lids.

“Blood. So much blood everywhere.”

Lordy, what is he remembering?Somehow, I don’t think it relates to Liam.

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