Page 35 of Ranger’s Protection

"There!" I scream. "Right there! Don't stop!"

"Never." He uses his grip on my hair as leverage, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. Sweat is dripping from his body onto my back, running down my spine, making everything slick and hot. "Take it. Take all of me."

My arms give out completely, my face pressing into the pillow while my ass stays in the air. The position somehow makes him go even deeper, and I'm sobbing with how good it feels.

"So perfect," he pants above me. "Fucking perfect. This pussy was made for me. Made to take my cock."

His other hand releases my hair to grab my other side, both hands now gripping me as he pounds into me relentlessly. I can feel another orgasm building, the pressure almost painful in its intensity.

"Graham," I sob. "I'm going to come again. Please—"

"Come for me," he commands, his voice strained. "Come on my cock while I fill you up again."

The combination of his words and one particularly deep thrust sends me over the edge. I come with a scream muffled by the pillow, my pussy clenching around him, my whole body shaking so hard I would collapse if he wasn't holding me up.

"Fuck! Delilah!" He thrusts twice more and then stills, buried as deep as he can get, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside me for the second time. His grip on my hips is almost painful as he holds me in place, making sure I take every drop.

When he finally releases me, I collapse onto the bed completely boneless. He collapses beside me, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon, both of us covered in sweat.

"Holy shit," I manage when I can form words again.

"Yeah," he agrees, pulling me against his chest. "Holy shit."

I can feel his release leaking out of me. So much of it after two times, and the sensation makes me shiver. Graham's hand slides down to my stomach, splaying over the soft flesh there.

"You okay?" he asks. "I got rough at the end. Didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No. It was perfect. You were perfect." I lace my fingers through his. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow, aren't I?"

"Probably. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I want to feel it. Want to remember this every time I move."

He groans. "You're going to kill me, saying things like that."

"Good. Then we'll die together."

He laughs and kisses the top of my head. "Get some sleep. You're safe here. Safe with me."

For the first time in days, I actually believe it.

I close my eyes and let exhaustion pull me under, Graham's arms solid and warm around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, his release still warm inside me marking me as his.

And I sleep.

Chapter 9 - Ranger

I wake up to sunlight streaming through the window and Delilah curled against my chest like she was made to fit there.

For a moment, I just lie still, taking inventory the way I always do after sleep: no immediate threats, secure location, everyone accounted for. Then my brain catches up to where I am and who's in my arms, and the standard tactical assessment changes into something else entirely.

Delilah.

Her name alone does something to my chest, tightens it and opens it simultaneously in a way I don't have tactical language for.

She's still asleep, breathing deep and even, one hand resting on my chest right over my heart. Her curls are a wild mess spread across the pillow and my shoulder. There's a faint mark on her neck from where I sucked too hard last night, and I can see the beginnings of finger-shaped bruises on her hips where the sheet has slipped down.

Evidence. Proof that last night actually happened, that I didn't imagine the entire thing in some exhaustion-fueled fever dream. I had sex with her. Took her virginity. Made her scream my name twice and marked her inside and out as mine despite knowing her for less than twenty-four hours.