Page 27 of The Bodyguard Freed

“I’m here,” I whisper. “I’m yours, Kayne. And I’m okay. Take me.”

He wants to push me away, but I’m not letting that happen. His cock, so beautifully hard, twitches in my hand as my folds part for him.

I raise my hips and push up into him. Deeper. My core sucks him in. My body entices him with my love.

He grunts and the sound is an agonizing mixture of wanting to give in and stopping himself from taking pleasure in me.

I guide him more fully into me. He sighs as the head of his cock becomes drenched in my wetness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says repeatedly as he takes charge and penetrates my pussy completely.

I cling to him where I can. My body tenses in that transcendent way it does with the glorious thickness of his shaft inside me.

“Sophia.” My name rolls off his tongue the same way his name rolls off mine.

We can’t get enough. Can’t be close enough. He removes my bra and now I’m completely naked beneath him.

I don’t even think about Roger Thompson. I banish him from my mind because he is no longer here. I killed him.

Because Kayne couldn’t. Because he thought he wouldn’t have gotten his full vengeance on him. It was never going to be enough. I had to end it.

No, now it’s just Kayne and me.

He wades into my body. So far inside me that the thoughts in my head tumble into a field of bliss.

“Deeper,” he says, sucking my lips, my nipples, my jaw. “Fucking deeper, Sophia.”

I open for him and he pushes the head of his cock against my cervix.

The pressure is a wonderful combination of feminine splendor and deviant deliciousness. I’m so wet, that I leave myself open for him to enter more of me with such profound pride each time.

“I love you. Forever. Only you. Only ever you,” he says. I climax at his words. But nothing is more sublime than Kayne looking down into my eyes. He doesn’t stop himself. He doesn’t pull out.

He comes inside me so deeply that I imagine the heat of his cum spreading over my womb. It’s stunning.

“Fuck,” he says softly against my lips while he continues to jerk inside me.

I kiss him back. I hold him tightly.

He lifts up a little to let me breathe then pulls his cock out.

“No,” he growls immediately and penetrates me once more. He easily takes my body with him as he sits up so that my legs are draped over his thighs. I hug him to me as tightly as I can.

He fucks me again and again. He makes love to me. He possesses me. Until his already spent cock goes from semi-hard to fully hard again.

He takes me in one long stream of strokes. All I can do is hold onto him as he kisses me frantically, then tenderly, as he looks into my eyes with fierce possessive love.

“I love you, Kayne Langley.”

He comes inside me for a second time. But it will never be enough. I clutch his cock to the walls of my pussy and I milk him.

He drops his head and kisses me so softly, so sweetly, I sigh into his mouth.

“You set me free,” he says against my lips. His cock still throbs inside me. I’m flooded with his cum. Filled with his love.

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Kayne Langley.”

That’s the whole truth. I killed a man for him so he could end the torture on himself.

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