Page 114 of Protector

I freely handed over my trust, knowing that he’d keep his word, or die trying.

He released my wrist and brought his arms around my body, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. “I love you—” His head moved down, and my lips parted instinctively, knowing exactly what it was he wanted.

His mouth collided roughly with mine while the hands that had been around my waist moved down to the back of my thighs, gripping the hem of my dress and dragging it up over my hips. He paused, letting his fingers trail over the completed phoenix tattooed on my hip, reminding me of who I was.

I pulled away when he paused and found him watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. Clenching my thighs together, I scraped my nails across his beard while tracing his lips with the pad of my thumb, sending a shudder throughout his body. “What do you need, Jamie?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“Need to fuck you. Hard,” he growled around my hand, forcing my nipples into hardened points that ached to be touched.

My core clenched and I wondered if he knew how wet I already was for him.

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with a slow grin. “You gonna give me an answer, princess?”

“Did you ask me something?”

His eyes darkened with lust, even as he lowered his hands. “I wanna feel you clench around my cock. Wanna watch your tits bounce with every motherfuckin’ thrust before I suck them one at a time in between my teeth, bitin’ down until you moan. But you know I ain’t touchin’ you until you say it.”

My mouth fell open, not in shock, because what he was asking was nothing new. It was pure desire; a fervor that coursed through my veins every time he asked for my consent.

As if he knew that even after all these years, I needed it.

“I’m in control.”

He blew out a long breath. “That’s right.”

His fingers moved quickly over the buttons on my dress, pushing it from my shoulders as my nails raked along his scalp. I tightened my hold on his long hair, fighting to keep myself from dissolving into a puddle at his feet.

Our breaths turned ragged as we shed the clothing in our way, finding that there was no need for words after almost three decades. We easily navigated the slope of the other’s skin without taking any of it for granted.

Jamie jerked the cups of my bra down until my breasts spilled over into his hands before grinning up at me wickedly. The edge of his thumbnail lightly scraped across the sensitive flesh, and my hips rolled forward, seeking release.

Keeping his eyes firmly fixed on my face, he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth while dragging a finger down past my belly, teasing me over the lace of my panties. I arched my back as he ignited multiple points of pleasure, no longer sure what it was I was offering up to him.

“Please,” I whispered.

Jamie groaned, and his tongue darted out to lick around both nipples once more before he rocked back onto his heels. “What do you need, princess?”

“I need you to touch me.”

Jerking my panties to the side, he ran his middle finger over my folds before pushing it up inside of my body with a low growl. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

I was painfully aroused, and any chances I had of coming down from my high disappeared when he pulled his finger out and popped it into his mouth, tasting me.

His shaft jutted up against his abdomen, and I reached between us, covering it with my palm. I used slow, deliberate strokes, knowing it would push him to the edge. He gripped my wrist again, breaking the contact between us before lifting me up in his arms and impaling me on his shaft.

The tree bark scraped against my back, but there was no time for soft and sweet. We were in the middle of a war, with enemies on all sides.

We succumbed to our base instincts, knowing that every second we had could’ve been our last. Our bodies came together in a frantic rhythm that the saints themselves couldn’t have stopped.

His body conveyed the things he couldn’t say, driving out my rage and fear; silently reminding me that we’d face the threats together. There was nothing gentle about the way he moved inside of me, but with every thrust, I knew I was safe.

I was home.

The pressure built until I was convulsing around him in pulsing waves, my body holding him in a death grip. He didn’t slow down but began moving faster and faster until the world around us spun out of focus.

In that moment, we were invincible.

Life may have dealt us blow after blow, but we’d gotten up and kept fighting. On our own we’d survived; but together, we were unbeatable.

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