Page 102 of The Enemy Protector
I step forward. He extends his hand. I don’t hesitate. I trust him.
I take his hand, and he pulls me close. His other hand cups my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yes."
He leads me upstairs to his bedroom.
I'm nervous. My hands are shaking slightly, but I want this. I’m choosing.
He notices my discomfort.
"We can stop at any point," he reminds me.
"I know." And I do. That's why I'm here. Because I trust him in a way I've never trusted anyone.
He moves toward me slowly, giving me time to change my mind. When he reaches me, his hands go to my waist. Not grabbing. Just resting there.
"Tell me what you want," he says.
I take a breath. "I want you to do…more.”
His eyes darken. "More?"
"I don't want gentle right now. I want—" Heat floods my face. "I want you to take control. Make me feel something other than fear. Don’t treat me like I’m damaged.”
Understanding flashes across his face. He knows what I'm asking. To my surprise, he looks nervous.
“You’re safe with me, Sofia.”
“I know.”
"Turn around."
I do. He unzips the dress and pushes it off my shoulders. His lips brush across the back of my neck and then my collar bone.
His hands slide up my sides, then around to cup my breasts through the lace of my bra. I gasp when his thumbs brush over my nipples.
"You wore this dress to drive me crazy," he says. It's not a question.
"Maybe."
He makes a sound that's half laugh, half growl. "It worked."
He unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. His hands return to my breasts, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The sensation shoots straight between my legs.
I lean back against him, feeling his hardness pressing against me. Knowing I did that to him makes me feel powerful.
"Bed," he orders. "Now."
I move to the bed and climb on. I start to lie down, but he stops me.
"Hands and knees."
My breath catches.
I do as he says, positioning myself on all fours. I’m completely exposed. Vulnerable. I hear him moving behind me. The rustle of clothing. Then I feel his hands on my hips, sliding my panties down.
