Page 14 of Her Mountain Man Protector
“Mine.” The word falls from my lips automatically. “You’re mine, Mila. Nobody else can have you. Never.”
Something feral stirs in my chest, and instinctively, I slam my hips harder, taking her brutally, relentlessly.
My girl.
Mine.
She’s panting beneath me, each thrust drawing a sob from her lips. Her nails dig into my back, drawing me closer, begging for more.
“Say it, Mila. Tell me you’re mine.”
She sobs out a few words I can’t make out, her back arching off the mattress, hips bucking wildly as she desperately meets my thrusts. I can feel her walls tightening, quivering around me as I slide every inch of my cock in and out of her tight hole.
“I’m yours…” she gasps. “Oh, Holden!”
“Good girl. Take it, sugar.”
I grab her jaw and lean in to kiss her hard. It’s sloppy and passionate, teeth grazing, tongues sliding together. Her pebbled nipples brush against my chest as I move on top of her, and as she moans against my lips, I know she’s close. I can feel it. Her tight hole grips me like a vise, turning everything blurry around the edges.
“You’re gonna come for me,” I growl, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “Come on my cock, Mila. Show me you’re mine.”
I force her to look at me, keeping my grip on her jaw. I want to watch her come undone and know it’s because of me. Nothing else matters. Only Mila.
My Mila.
I feel her body tense, like a spring pulled taut. Then she shatters, convulsing with my name on her lips.
“Holden!”
Her toes curl against my back, her slick core pulsing around me until I see stars. My rhythm turns jerky, and I let out a deep groan. “Fuck, sugar, I’m gonna come.” Pleasure floods my body, my cock exploding in a hot rush of cum that fills Mila’s pussy. “Fuck yes…”
With a shudder, I collapse on top of her, resting my sweaty forehead against hers. We stay like that for a while, breathing hard, our bodies slack and sated. The smell of sex lingers in the air, the sheets tangled beneath us. I don’t want to move. I want to savor this moment forever. But eventually, Mila stirs, and I roll off her until I’m on my back at her side. I wrap an armaround her shoulders and pull her against me, her head resting on my chest.
“You okay, beautiful?” I ask her, running a hand through her soft hair.
She sighs contentedly against me. “Yes. That was perfect.”
“Sure was. You’re fucking amazing, Mila.”
She lifts her head to smile at me. “So are you, Holden.”
I squeeze her tight, happiness buzzing through my veins as she leans in to kiss me. Her lips are silky smooth, and as her mouth opens against mine, I feel like I’m in heaven. I’ve never wanted anything for myself before. My whole life has been dedicated to raising my daughter, giving her a bright future. I never gave much thought to my own wants—but Mila has changed that. What I feel for her goes deeper than just want. I need her. Fuck, now that I know she exists, I don’t know how I ever lived without her.
“We should probably get up,” she says as we pull apart, stretching out her limbs like a cat.
“You’re not going anywhere, sugar.”
Mila grins, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Instead of answering, I slide back on top of her soft curves, pressing feathery kisses up her neck until she’s shivering. My hand drifts down her body, over the softness of her belly and toward the swollen bud of her clit. But before I reach it, an unwelcome sound pierces the quiet.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone is at the front door. I grunt in annoyance, ignoring the noise, but Mila stiffens against me. Her eyes are wide as she whispers, “Are you expecting someone?”
I shake my head, and her gaze turns anxious. She must be worried that her parents have found her somehow—here to drag her back to her groom.
Over my dead body.
