Page 30 of Merciless Protector

“You don’t have to go,” she said.

All the reasons why played in my head before I said, “I should.” I turned away, and when I reached the door, I added, “Get some sleep.”

Frustrated, I pushed into the spare room and managed not to slam the door. It wasn’t her fault I had to keep my hands off her. I tore the jacket I still wore off my body and let it fall to the floor to be the base of the pile for the rest of my clothing as I continued to strip. I might have slept nude if I wasn’t on alert. Ruin knew where we were.

I hadn’t finished undressing when I realized I still held the tracker in my hand. I needed to do something with it. There was a soft knock at my door, and Tayla poked her head in and said, “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

A crack of thunder answered before I could. Pelting rain battered the window, stealing my focus from her until she said, “Fuck me.”

It wasn’t a curse that left her tempting lips, but she’d said it like a prayer. I snapped my head back in her direction. There was no hint of amusement in her expression. My control broke, though I managed to put the tracker on the bedside table instead of dropping it to the floor before I moved.

I reached for her hand and yanked her to me. Our lips collided with the ferocity I’d been holding back. I glided my hand down her back to cup her ass. It was then I paused, reminded again of the asshole who’d forced me to hurt her again to remove his poison pill from her body. I was careful not to disturb the area I’d cut.

“I’m fine. Don’t hold back,” she begged as her nails raked over my scalp.

She wound her legs around my waist, and I slipped my hand over the bandage once more to ensure it wasn’t wet and the sutures held. It wasn’t. When she rubbed her tight core against my throbbing cock, my mind flipped back to pleasing the woman in my arms. My knee dipped the mattress as I positioned us with me beneath her as we sat with her straddling my lap. Her fingers clawed at my shirt as we continued kissing, her mouth searing mine. I lifted my arms, letting her remove the shirt. It ended up in a pile somewhere on the floor.

With her hand on my chest, she urged me back before shifting back so she could remove my boxer briefs. I lifted up, but her hand was back. Her head dipped and damn it all to hell, her tongue licked the head of my cock and the bead of precum that appeared.

I closed my eyes because I could have come right then with one swipe of her tongue. Never had I lost all control. “Fuck, you're perfect,” I managed to say.

A sly grin curled her lovely lips. She fisted my cock like she was very sure of what she was doing. Though she’d been a virgin, it didn’t mean she hadn’t done other things. A growl rumbled in my throat at the thought of her with someone else. Only when she swallowed the head of my cock did I lose all reason.

My phone buzzed somewhere, but I couldn’t have given two fucks. As her mouth took me deep and out again, I fisted the sheets. Afraid if I touched her, I would flatten her to the bed and pound in and out of her like a man possessed.

As she hollowed her cheeks and twisted her hand, she moved up and down my shaft. When I got too close, I covered her hand with mine to stop her.

“No. I’m not going to come in your mouth. I’m going to come so deep inside you, your pussy will weep for days.”

I shifted and positioned her so she was on her knees, and I was behind her. The bandage looked fine, so when she begged me with the word “hard,” I didn’t think twice. It was a damn good thing she was not looking at me. I stilled with my cock in my hand against her opening. She shifted back. I gave her ass a playful slap. “Greedy,” I said.

“Needy,” she countered.

I rubbed the head of my cock through her slippery folds, greasing the way. I wasn’t full of myself, but my cock wasn’t small. As much as I wanted to slam inside her, I fed her my cock inch by fucking inch.

The veins in my neck had to be popping to the surface because the feel of her warm inner walls taking me had me ready to explode. It wasn’t until I was balls deep that I began to move and rub over that spot inside her that made her squeal. Fuck me.

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TAYLA

The deeper he went, my body tingled for more. My nerve endings were sensitive to every tiny move. When he cupped my breast and pinched my nipple, I gasped and tensed. Which apparently did something to my insides because the man cursed. Loving the idea that I could affect him like that, I tightened my core again, and he lost a step in his rhythm. I bit my lip.

The man hadn’t let go of my nipple, but then his other hand was between my legs. I didn’t think I could reach another level of pleasure until then. I begged incoherently, as I couldn’t recall the words that left my mouth.

He released my nipple as his fingers brought me there with pressure on my clit. I came hard and clenched when I did. I buried my face in the pillow, screaming from the high of it. He wasn’t far behind me, filling me up as he promised.

He tugged me down to the mattress. I lay in the curve of his body as he spooned me from behind. I didn’t have the breath to speak. Instead, I nuzzled my head back at the juncture of his neck as he kept a protective arm around me.

Never had I slept with a man. Not like this. As I easily drifted off, I could only think about how this was the first time we had sex on our own terms.

At one point, I awoke. Nightmares chased me to the surface of consciousness. Sweat cooled on my skin and Shawn was gone. I blinked a few times and heard hushed tones coming from the other side of the room. Just hearing his murmurs slowed my racing heart. He hadn’t left me. I wasn’t dreaming. The nightmare was over. I was safe and felt sleep drawing me back into its clutches.

I turned over and saw him speaking on his phone. My drowsy brain couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. It was enough to know he was still in the room. My eyes shut, and I fell into sleep again.

Hours later, when I opened my eyes again, Shawn was back. His thumb drew circles around my nipple, and I groaned. In the next moment, he was lifting my leg and sliding the long shaft of his hard cock so deep I was wide awake. The man knew the art of fucking, if there was such a thing. If I’d known sex would be like this, I might not have waited so long to give myself to a man.

Then again, it was this man who made fucking so enjoyable. As much as I enjoyed the hard, fast romp we had hours before, this languid pace made my heart flutter. Slow your roll, I told myself. No falling in love. Enjoy the moment and remember it. Shawn didn’t seem like a man looking for love. It was doubtful he ever once in his life couldn’t find a willing woman if he had an itch he wanted to scratch.

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