Page 34 of Ranger’s Protection

"Fuck!" He thrusts twice more and then stills. His cock pulses inside me, and I feel the heat of his release flooding my pussy, filling me, marking me from the inside out. "Delilah. Fuck. Mine. You're mine."

His whole body is trembling, sweat dripping off him onto me, as he empties himself inside me. The feeling is strange and intimate, knowing that part of him is inside me now, that we're connected in the most primal way possible.

We stay like that for a long moment: him buried inside me, both of us breathing hard, our bodies trembling with aftershocks. His weight is heavy on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, and I've never felt safer.

"I need to move," he finally says, his voice rough. "Getting too heavy for you."

"No," I tighten my legs around his waist, holding him in place. "Don't move yet. I like feeling you inside me."

He groans. "If I stay inside you much longer, I'm going to get hard again and fuck you a second time."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both." But he doesn't pull out. Just shifts his weight so he's not crushing me while staying buried inside my pussy. "You're dangerous, you know that?"

"Me? You're the one who just took my virginity and made me scream loud enough to wake the dead."

"You're the one who asked me to." His hand strokes through my tangled, sweat-damp hair. "No regrets?"

"No regrets," I confirm, meaning it completely. "I don't even have words for what that was."

"Perfect," he supplies. "That was fucking perfect."

"Yeah. It was."

We're quiet for a moment, just breathing together, and I can feel his cock starting to harden again inside me. The sensation makes me clench, and he hisses.

"Delilah."

"Sorry. Couldn't help it."

"Don't apologize." He starts to move, slow, shallow thrusts that make me gasp. "If you want round two, all you have to do is ask."

"I want round two," I breathe. "But different. Show me something different."

"On your hands and knees, baby. I'm going to fuck you from behind."

He pulls out, and I immediately miss the fullness. But when he flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips up so I'm on all fours, ass in the air, I quickly forget about the loss.

"Fuck," he breathes behind me. "This view. You have no idea how good you look like this."

I can feel him positioning himself, the head of his cock sliding through the mixture of our releases that's leaking out of me.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yes. Please. I need you inside me again."

He slams home in one brutal thrust, and I scream at the angle, so much deeper than missionary. His cock is hitting places that didn't get touched before, and the sensation is overwhelming.

"Oh god," I moan into the pillow, my arms already shaking. "That's… You're so deep!"

"And you're taking it so well." His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he starts to move. "Going to fuck you hard now, baby. Going to make you scream again."

He does. Just hard, deep thrusts that make my whole body jolt forward with each impact. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, and I'm moaning so loud I should be embarrassed but can't bring myself to care.

"That's it," he growls. "Let everyone hear. Let them know who you belong to now."

One hand leaves my hip and tangles in my hair, gathering the damp curls and pulling firmly. The grip forces my back to arch and changes the angle even more.