Page 10 of Guardian's Touch

Still, she stiffens in fear when I lower my head and begin placing soft kisses against her inner thighs. “Relax,” I murmur, easing her into it, teasing both of us by taking my time and covering every inch of skin before dragging my tongue along the seam between thigh and mound.

Her hips lift, and she gasps sharply, tensing again. “Shh,” I whisper, wrapping my hands around her thighs and holding them still. She slowly relaxes, and all her breathless whimpering turns to something deeper. Soon, she's running her nails over my scalp until my skin tingles while her puffy lips part to reveal her glistening pink button.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, staring down at her perfection.

The first swipe of my tongue over that bundle of nerves arches her back while her hands tug frantically at my hair. “Oh my God, Dane!” I can barely hear her over the roar in my ears, blood pumping, adrenaline racing through me because finally, finally, I have her on my tongue. I don't have to imagine her moans of delight as my tongue works her swollen folds.

“Dane... Dane... that's so good... oh God, yes... I think I'm going to...” A rush of hot juices coats my chin an instant before she shouts out her release, thighs clenching around my head, hips jerking. All I can do is lap up every drop like a mindless animal until she collapses with a sigh and her thighs open again.

I pull back reluctantly but know it’s for the best now. Even when my cock feels like it’s going to snap in half, it’s concern for her that drives me. She’s trembling, still coming down. I don’t want to overwhelm her.

Even when her eyes fly open like she’s surprised when I stand. “That’s it?”

I can’t help chuckling. “What more did you want?”

Her gaze falls on my very obvious, very uncomfortable erection. “I could… you know… Let me take care of you.”

Oh, I want her to. Who wouldn’t?

Instead, I pull back the blankets and remove her heels. “Right now, what you need is rest. It’s late. We can talk more in the morning.” Though I can’t imagine what I’m going to say or how we can fix this. I only know there’s no chance of thinking clearly when I’m this hard. I need some of the blood to return to my brain first.

By the time I’ve finished undressing in my closet, she’s under the blankets, her golden hair fanned out across the satin pillowcase. I’ve never seen her this contended, almost glowing. It’s probably my imagination, encouraged by my ego. I’m the first man to ever eat her pussy.

And the last. No one else ever will.

I don’t know how I’m going to ensure I’m the only man in her life. I only know that’s the way it has to be as I slide into bed beside her and clutch her warm, willing body against mine.

5

CAMILLA

It was real. I didn't dream it this time.

So many mornings, I've woken up after an amazing dream. Dane wanting me, loving me, touching me, and making me feel things no one has ever made me feel. Finally claiming the body I've saved for him, just for him. I'll never want anybody else.

So many mornings, I've woken up and even wanted to cry sometimes, brokenhearted once reality came rushing back.

This isn't one of those mornings. Instead of waking up in my room, I'm in his. In his bed with the satin sheets, with the big windows that let sunlight stream through to highlight his strong profile.

He’s still sleeping, so I can lie here and study him to my heart's content. There's no one to stop me. I could cry, I'm so overwhelmed by the simple joy of being so close to him.

He looks so much younger now. The worry lines on his forehead smooth out, and he's almost smiling. What’s he dreaming about? Am I a part of it?

His thick, dark lashes touch his cheeks—I'm jealous of them. It's so unfair that men have those beautiful lashes. Wasn't I just thinking yesterday that I wished I could test the stubble on his cheeks? Last night, it chafed my inner thighs and made me squirm with pleasure.

Now, I ever so gently run the backs of my fingers over his cheek. It's almost enough to make me forget to breathe.Finally, finally, finally mine.

At least, as good as mine. I don't know what will happen after this. I might never share his bed again even though that seems unthinkable right now.

But he's unpredictable. He could wake up and decide last night was a mistake we can never talk about. I don't know that I could live through it. Not now, when I know how it feels to sleep in his arms. I don't think I've ever slept that well, come to think of it.

He's on his back, and my gaze slowly travels the full length of his body—over his chiseled chest and abs, gleaming in the sun and begging to be touched. The arm bent under his head so his bicep bulges.

But it’s what’s under the sheet draped across his hips that makes me bite my lip. I’ve always guessed he was big—he’s a big man, after all. And last night, I got a glimpse of his size when his bulge was in front of me.

What a tease. All he did was go to bed instead of taking what he so obviously wanted.

Well, he turned me down last night. I'm not going to let him turn me down this morning. If this is the first and last time we're ever going to do this, I'm going to make the most of it.

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