Page 44 of Protector of Talon Mountain

“That was my orgasm. They’re all mine from now on, and I’ll make sure you get plenty of them. You know that, don’t you?”

She’s caught somewhere in that fragile space between awareness and ecstasy. Her head tips sideways, then back, a slow and hazy nod that carries both confirmation and surrender.

“Good,” I say, voice lower now, rougher and demanding. “Because now it’s my turn.”

We reach for each other, nothing else mattering in this moment. Her fingers find my hair, my shoulders, every movement charged with promise. Sadie’s eyes close as she pulls me up until every boundary disappears.

I cover her body with mine, her warmth and softness igniting a pulse of urgency between us. Lips meet lips, hungry for more, eager to take all they can from this breathless, stolen time. Hands press skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Every stroke and every touch starts to melt everything else away. We arch closer, tighter, tangled bodies, finding our rhythm with all the urgency of our need. We are breath mingling and harmonizing, taking over and devouring. We are...

My mouth traces feverish kisses along her body, every movement charged with raw, deliberate passion. My lips press searing kisses along the smooth curve of her hip, then follow the fragile line of her stomach. Her skin shimmers with a damp, heated flush, pulsing with the lingering embers of our previous fire. She tastes of sweat and sugar, intertwined with a hint of Sadie—a flavor that promises to haunt my every craving.

Hovering above her, I anchor myself with one hand beside her head while the other boldly explores her inner thigh, setting her perfectly in place. Her eyes surrender to closed bliss as her chest rises, electrified with anticipation.

Her fingers grip my shoulders hard as I settle deeply between her thighs. Lifting my gaze, I find hers already locked onto me—unyielding, raw, and exposed, her parted lips and heaving chest laying bare an unmasked desire.

"Zeke..." she breathes, the word dripping pure, unspoken permission rather than doubt.

I grip her thighs with determined insistence, gently prying them open wider as I slide upward, my body following the slick, heated track between her legs. My forearm braces beside her head while the other guides my hard length into perfect alignment. In an instant, her legs curl around me like desperate vines, as though they have been waiting for the moment I fill the void, aching for release.

Her eyes close again.

"No," I growl—a low, commanding edge of dominance. I press the head of my arousal against her inviting entrance, teasing with the promise of that first stretching flood. "Eyes on me," I demand.

Immediately, she lifts her gaze—wide, dark, raw with unfiltered longing. My breath catches as I lose myself in that fierce stare. There is no hiding in those eyes; she exposes every part of herself, giving more than I ever thought possible. That profound trust smashes into me like a powerful blow to the chest.

And I answer it.

I thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke, sinking deep within her. The gasp that explodes from her lips slams into me like a searing, incendiary bullet. Her hands claw at my back, nails raking over my muscles as I pause long enough for her to drink in the full, intoxicating presence of me—the overwhelming stretch that binds us in that moment of unadulterated intensity.

"Jesus, Sadie..." I murmur, my voice rough with unrestrained desire. "You feel like heaven."

Her hips begin a slow and deliberate dance, moving with a wildness that is both precise and primal, each calculated motion drawing me deeper into the kind of breathless wanting I can scarcely endure.

Her eyes close as I drive into her slowly, my pace languid at first, her body swaying like a serpent, then tightening around me with a force that sends shivers up my spine. A soft, breathy sigh escapes her lips, and it takes everything I have not to lose myself completely. The air between us is charged, her movements becoming more insistent, wrapping me in her lingering wet heat. And I am at once lost and found.

Sadie moans, softly at first, then louder, the rhythm building, and all my senses are ablaze, alive with the feeling of her. I can barely hang on to the need to hold back, barely keep myself from letting go in that raw, explosive moment when everything within me wants to surrender to this burning, beautiful madness.

She is all around me, irresistibly tight, calling me to let go, daring me to lose control, and I don't know how much longer I can keep from falling, how much longer I can keep from giving in. A desperate thrill runs through me, my self-control unraveling, my last defenses crumbling, until finally I lose my battle entirely, completely at her mercy.

"Zeke," she gasps again—a raw, aching sound that sends shivers cascading down my spine.

I pull back just enough to catch a soft, yearning whimper from her before plunging back in—deeper, harder. With every measured thrust, she devours me with fervent hunger. Her breath shudders against my mouth as I set a relentless rhythm—fast, punishing, and utterly unyielding; not reckless, but desperately needy. It’s as if this moment has been written in the stars ever since I first saw her in that sunlit café, with flour gracing her cheek and fire igniting her eyes.

Her legs squeeze tighter around me, her arms anchoring themselves around my neck. Every moan she offers is a tribute to our raw intensity; every arch of her body fuels my desire to give her all that I am. I press my forehead to hers, and our lips collide in a panting, heated encounter, our slick bodies melding in a rhythm that feels predestined.

Each thrust awakens exquisite sensitivity—a whispered invocation of my name dissolving into desperate, fragmented pleas. With every movement, her inner curves quiver in a delicate dance, and I feel that familiar, explosive rush building as she teeters once more on the edge of divine release.

“You’re mine,” I grit out, fucking into her harder. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she moans, head thrown back, neck arched. “I’m yours, Zeke.”

That’s it. That’s the goddamn fuse.

I lose all semblance of control as I drive into her with an almost feral intensity, desperate to etch this moment so deep into her very bones that no one else can ever make her feel this overwhelming urge. Her hands grab at me as if my body is the only lifeline keeping her anchored here, and damn, I relish the thought of being that anchor.

She cries out in raw agony as she shatters into climax, her entire body convulsing in a fierce, electric grip around me. I'm lost in the wild cadence of her contractions, pulses, and trembles—a disorienting, intoxicating fervor. My jaw locks tight, muscles tensing under the strain of holding back the tide, yet I refuse to let go. Not now.

I deliberately ease my momentum, each breath a battle to regain control, allowing her to soar on the rapture without completely surrendering control. My arms tremble with the effort of restraint while I watch, transfixed, as she descends from the precipice of ecstasy that we’ve scaled together.

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