My pussy throbbed, the clench and release pulling me into the sweet darkness. When he lifted one leg, placing my thigh over his shoulder, I laughed out loud. “Oh, God. You are so very bad.”
He growled in response, taking his time to feast on me while I was writhing in extreme pleasure. Seconds turned into exciting minutes. He refused to stop, shifting from feasting as a famished man then slowing, merely caressing my clit with his tongue.
I was losing my mind, especially when he repeated the actions several times. There was a point I couldn’t see anything in front of me because of the intense haze. Stars in vibrant colors became the only thing I could focus on.
And try as I may, I couldn’t keep from moaning loudly.
“I can’t hold it. I just…”
“Then come for me, baby. Go ahead and come.”
His voice was dark and gravelly, as commanding as the man and I arched my back, fisting his hair. He drove his fingers and tongue deep inside and that was it. I lost all sense of control, the sweet release of an orgasm stealing my breath and my voice.
He refused to stop, flexing his fingers open while swirling his thumb around my clit. The combination was irresistible and another climax swept through me.
Every moan was breathless, the fog continuing. When I finally started to come down, I also realized I was sliding down the wall.
With a darker chuckle on his lips, he refused to allow that to happen. Suddenly, he was right in front of me, lifting me completely off my feet.
His cockhead was perfectly placed between my swollen folds and just before he thrust the entire length inside, I wrapped my legs around his hips.
As soon as he plunged deep inside, tiny pinpricks of light exploded all around me. My muscles stretched to accept his huge cock and the feeling of being completely full was more incredible than anything I’d felt in a very long time.
I laughed and sighed, clinging to him as he pulled out, driving into me again. With the steam in the shower, the water close to scalding every inch of my skin, beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of my face and I loved it.
Just like I loved him.
The tender side of him failed, the roughness we’d shared and savored taking over. He pumped hard and deep, jerking one arm over my head then the other. With a sly smile on his face, hewrapped one huge hand around my wrists, holding me in place. Preventing me from escaping.
As if I ever wanted to.
The steam continued to rise, the sweat slickening our bodies. Every sound was exaggerated, every breath taken labored. But we weren’t in pain. This was exactly what we both needed, the closeness something that would defy evil and the demons lurking in the shadows.
If only for a little while we could pretend nothing could hurt us.
Just as it felt as if I was spinning out of control, another moment of magic rushed through me, the sweet release of yet another orgasm stealing every sound.
As he lowered his head until our lips were barely touching, he captured a single, strangled moan, holding it as his own.
Then he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed. And the words he spoke weren’t meant as simply an act of possession. They were ones meant as a reminder.
“You’re all mine.”
As I stood in the living room, I realized I was quite possibly the safest person in the city and perhaps the state of Florida. There were twelve men inside the house, all of whom were carrying weapons. While I was grateful that they were doing their best to keep the guns from being too obvious because of Bella, there was no hiding who and what they were.
Or perhaps what they’d become.
Protectors.
Not only of two human beings, but also of justice.
Attorneys.
Judges.
Federal agents.
Corporate moguls.
