Page 59 of Mine to Protect

My choice. Of course it was. He might not be a gentle man, but he sure as hell was a gentleman.

The wetness pooling between my legs decided for me. Releasing the death grip on the top of the towel, I dropped my arms to my side and let my eyes flutter closed. Every other sense heightened. His scent wrapped around me like a warm blanket, warmth radiating off him as he took a step closer to my trembling body.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, but in a softer tone than earlier.

My lids lifted, eager to do as I was told.

“All you have to say is stop.” The pad of his thumb pressed against my lower lip, dragging it down until it popped back into place. “If it’s too much… if I take this too far. Promise me, Alta.”

“I promise,” I whispered around the index finger roughly dragging along my upper lip. “Please, Cas,” I begged just as a shudder of overwhelming need overtook my body, shaking my spine.

His teeth quickly replaced his fingers, nipping at my lower lip and pulling back, tugging it past the point of comfortable, but somehow turning me on even more. I whimpered for more as his lips sealed over mine, sucking all the air from my lungs and the strength from my legs.

With ease, he shifted us around the small bathroom. The cold doorframe dug between my shoulder blades, the back of my head smacking backward at the force of his possessing kiss. Each flick of his tongue against mine was deeper, more sensual than the last. This wasn’t just a kiss. No, it was a claiming, a marking—a taking.

And I loved all of it.

Lust made my skin tingle with pleasure and my thoughts foggy.

Perfection. This was pure perfection. Holding back the past ten years felt worthwhile because it meant I’d waited for him.

My lips burned as his scruff scraped to kiss across my cheek. His fingers looped around my neck, tightening slightly, my arousal peaking beyond anything I’d ever known.

“You’re. Mine,” he snarled against my ear. Thumb pressed into the corner of my jaw, he arched my neck, stretching it beneath his slick lips.

A low, aggressive growl yanked me from the haze. Peeling my eyes open, I found Benny staring at Cas, teeth exposed.

Whoops. Forgot about the attack dog.

“Gehen,” I said with a shaky voice. When he didn’t obey, Cas eased the restraint around my neck so I could take a full breath. “Gehen,” I commanded, that time clear and sure. With a look of doubt—I swear he did—Benny turned and made his way to the dog bed in the corner of the living room. Dark eyes still on Cas, he lay down with a huff.

Unfazed, the tightness around my neck returned, shoving my head back against the wood with a light smack. Teeth sank in deep where my neck and shoulder met, making me cry out in surprise and loving every damn second of it. The pain turned to pleasure as quickly as it had come, fogging my brain once again.

Damn this man.

Slowly he sucked and nipped lower. Lips against the swell of my heaving breast, he locked onto the skin and sucked. Hard.

“Mine,” he said with a smirk as he stared at the various marks he was leaving on my fair skin.

Hooking a thumb between my breasts, Cas gave a rough tug, releasing the makeshift knot I’d made. The worn terry cloth slipped down my waist and legs before pooling on the floor at my feet.

His hungry gaze singed each place it touched, but spiraled into an inferno when he zeroed in on my hairless mound.

“Fuck me,” he said around a heavy breath.

“That’s what took me so long. I used all the hot water too.”

“Take the last drop of hot water on this fucking planet if it means you’re bare for me every day.”

There was no controlling my erratic breaths. Each short gulp of air wasn’t enough. Either the lack of oxygen or his lips back on my skin made the room spin. Shutting my eyes, I focused on Cas. Like the inexperienced woman I was, I eased my hands up his shoulders unsure of what to do but needing to touch him. There was no way he couldn’t feel the tremble in my fingers as I felt up his neck.

“Yes, Lady,” he praised as I weaved my fingers into his short hair.

Daring a peek, I found him staring up at me while his tongue circled closer and closer to my hard nipple. On their own, my fingers flexed, pushing his mouth against my breast. I felt more than saw a smirk.

“Your hands on me, your fingernails digging into my scalp, tell me I’m doing something right. Don’t be afraid to touch me, because I’m sure as fuck not scared of touching you.”

To emphasize his point, warm lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard, almost to the point of pain, before flicking the tip back and forth with his tongue.

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