Page 28 of Guarded Love

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EVELYN

Was this happening? Could it be real?

He felt very real—the sweep of his tongue against mine, the explosion of heat and pleasure so intense it hurt. And the hunger. It was so immediate and all-encompassing that I shuddered. I was almost afraid of it. The power he had over my body. How eager I was to give myself to him.

Still, I froze when his fingers tugged at my towel, trying to pull it open. “Relax,” he crooned close to my ear before teasing the lobe, nipping and licking. “Let me take care of the patient.”

His voice was hypnotic, or maybe it was the touch of his hands as he roamed my body. It was easy to believe he meant it and wanted so much to be with me. That the almost incomprehensible erection pressing against my lower belly was for me.

Not some random body.

My body.

Me.

I held my breath as he opened the towel and gazed down at me. His nostrils flared before he released a shuddering breath. “Fuck.” That was all he said before descending on me, pulling one of my nipples between his lips and sucking hungrily. Fireworks exploded in my head. Nothing had ever felt like this. I had lived my whole life up to that point without knowing the searing, all-encompassing pleasure Magnus so gladly rained down on me.

He switched to the other nipple, cupping my breast in his hand, massaging, and every breath he released came out as a moan of distinct pleasure. He wanted this. He wanted me.

I had waited for this.

To be seen.

To bewanted.

He released my nipple with a soft popping noise before looking up at me. There was fire behind his eyes that lapped at my skin the way his tongue did as he moved lower and lower. I flinched when he brushed my leg—the plastic wrap still in place.

“Let me,” he offered, taking his time and touching me gently, almost reverently. Even that was a turn-on. This rough, foul-mouthed, arrogant prick had another side. Softer, more careful. Fear no longer gripped me like it did before. Hiding wasn’t an option.

I knew I could trust him.

I could let him see me.

I could let him get close.

When he finished, he balled up the plastic and tossed it onto the floor before pressing his lips close to the bandage covering my sutures, his eyes closed. I had to be careful, or I would fall for him. My heart threatened to crack open and let him inside, but I caught myself in time, even as my fingers danced through his hair.

“You are so beautiful.” I wanted to run away from those words, but he wouldn’t let me, locking eyes with me, silently refusing to let me hide. “So beautiful.”

The way he kissed his way up my inner thigh to the place where the heat was strongest, where the ache threatened to kill me if he didn’t ease the tension, left no room for doubt. My hesitation unraveled a little more with every touch of his lips, with every soft, greedy grunt. He knew just what to do and wasn’t afraid to use his knowledge to work me into a frenzy before he ever touched my swollen, aching lips.

Slowly, he ran his tongue over my neatly trimmed hair. Thankfully, I had decided to take care of the basics before I left for the wedding. It had been too long since someone had cared, but I felt the need to pay attention to all the details when I prepared for the trip.

Any questions I had on what his preferences might be were washed away when he drove his tongue deeper into my wet, throbbing slit. “Holy shit!” I screamed, arching my back and pushing my head against the pillow. One hand shot out, and I gripped the back of his head, pulling him close and holding him in place so his tongue could work magic on me. Swirling around my bud, flicking the tip, sending a white-hot sensation sizzling through my body and tearing my self-control to pieces. “Oh… oh, that’s good… that’s…”

It was when he pulled my clit between his lips and sucked that I carefully lifted my hips, albeit at an angle, grinding against his face. Unashamed. It was as if he wanted to give me everything I could take, so why not accept it?

Why not accept it and admit I wanted to feel good?

Why not let him show me what my body was capable of?

All he did was chuckle, the vibrations like a spark to a fire. It was all so good, too good, and that was before he added the finger, which he slowly, carefully guided inside my quivering sheath. A finger that he then used to massage my walls in slow, rhythmic circles in time with the licks he swirled over my clit with his tongue.

Something started to build in my core, but there was something huge, scary, and more powerful than I’d ever experienced before. I wanted to run from it, but a bigger part of me wanted to see how far I could go. I trusted him to take care of me. He wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t have the first clue how I knew that. But it was true. I felt it in my bones.

I closed my eyes and let go. Allowing him to guide me, to push me higher, until the combination of what he was doing to me and the knowledge that it was him, Magnus, grunting and moaning between my legs, eating me like his life depended on it worked together, setting off an earth-shattering explosion in my core.

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