Page 37 of The Bodyguard

The overload of sensation attacks every nerve in my body. My skin is sizzling hot, my brain melted, my body obeying his commands to give him more wetness.

He slips his large hands under my ass and brings me closer.

I thrash around the bed. Worried I would humiliate myself if I came in his mouth and yet unable to stop the orgasm rolling through my body.

I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as I splinter apart. My climax is never-ending. Kayne doesn’t stop sucking me, licking me, slurping from me.

My limbs vibrate. I feel my pussy pulse against his tongue which he’s placed between my folds.

“Kayne,” I cry hoarsely and he takes me there again without stopping, forcing me to come again. He captures every drop of my wetness, every contraction of my climax in his mouth.

My level of franticness shatters all my boundaries.

I want him.

“Please, Kayne. Now.”

He lifts away from me and removes his shoes, his jeans, and his boxer briefs. Naked he is blindingly god-like. Flawless, even with his scars. Beautiful even though there’s a shadow of darkness around him. I gravitate toward that shadow. It’s an instinct, an inherent pull. I want his darkness. I want him to use me however he likes.

He towers over me again. My thighs stay parted.

He guides his naked cock to my pussy and in that instant, I remember who I am.

I know I should stop him. But I can’t…

“Sophia. Look at me.”

“Kayne,” I say defeated. I try to turn around and give him the part of me he already owns. And will own for the rest of my life

“No,” he growls. I pull back at the harshness of his tone.

He presses his cock a little further into my pussy.

I’m so torn. I want to stay and open up for him, but I know I shouldn’t. Nothing has changed. I can’t do this to my father.

"Kayne, please.” I want him to stop but I don’t want to say the words.

“No. This pussy is mine.” He presses past my lips. The chaos in my body wars with my mind.

I touch his face. I’m pushing it too far. I have to ask him to stop.

But he takes me by surprise and slips deeper inside me. The pain of the stretch burns through me.

I forget everything. I’m slammed into another dimension, where rules don’t apply. Where it’s just me and him.

But I shake my head.

“Kayne—”

“Do you trust me?” he asks. His voice is dominant, tinged with danger. He’s different. He’s demanding I trust him in a situation that is fully against me in every area. And yet.

“You belong to me. Your ass. Your mouth. Your soul. Your pussy. Do you understand? Do you trust me, Sophia?”

I don’t only trust him. I love him.

I love every part of him. Every mood, every nuance. Every sound he makes. Every breath he takes. I think I loved him before I even knew I loved him when all he did was ignore me.

I love him.

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