Page 85 of Protector Unmatched

A moment later, he lost his ability to think clearly. Daphne wrapped her lips around the tip of his erection and slid down on him, taking him into her warm and wet mouth, making him sink into pure heaven. Her hand at the base of his cock, she pumped him hard, while her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him. All he could do was hold on to her shoulders for balance and let Daphne pleasure him with her mouth.

He couldn’t hold back the moans that rolled over his lips, or prevent his heart from pumping more rapidly. Every cell in his body reacted to the sweet torture Daphne was inflicting on him. Maybe this was how she would kill him one day, by loving him until his heart exploded from being too full. But not tonight, because tonight he needed to show her that he felt the same for her, even if he couldn’t put it in words yet. The vision was still hovering over him, still making him hold back that last little bit of himself that he hoped he could one day share with her. But tonight, he could give her something else—if not his soul, then his body.

It was difficult to pull himself out of Daphne’s mouth, her warmth too irresistible to leave. But he couldn’t let her continue, or he’d lose his control too quickly. When he pulled her up and pushed the bathrobe over her shoulders, revealing her nude body, his pulse thundered in his veins, and his cock twitched in anticipation of being inside her once more.

“I need you,” he said gruffly, and eased her down onto the bed, before covering her with his body. He didn’t have the patience for foreplay tonight, not after everything that had happened, and he sensed that Daphne, too, was impatient. He was almost rough when he pushed her thighs apart and plunged into her with one urgent thrust.

Daphne expelled a breath, gasping at the impact, but there was no going back now. He needed to ride her, needed to take her hard, needed to show her what she did to him, how hot she made him, how hungry.

Her pussy was warm and welcoming, like a glove that fit perfectly around him, squeezing him on every withdrawal, and sucking him in with every descent. Harder and harder he thrust, getting as deep as humanly possible, his cock demanding its due.

Daphne’s lips were parted, her eyes focused on him, her breaths ragged. She moved with him, her heels locked around his thighs, her hands holding on to his shoulders as if she feared he’d stop if she let go.

“More!” she demanded.

He followed her wish, took her harder and faster, rammed his cock into her with such force that he surprised even himself. He’d always seen himself as a tender lover, a considerate partner who held back to give the woman in his arms the pleasure she deserved. But tonight, the woman in his arms wanted what he wanted. Wild, unbridled, passionate sex. Sex unmatched by anything else he’d ever experienced.

“Oh, babe,” he said on a ragged breath. He wanted to say he was sorry for being so rough, but her eyes stopped him. In them, all he saw was lust and desire. No distress, no fear, no restraint. Daphne was made for him. And he for her.

Daphne pulled his head to hers and pressed her lips to his, kissing him with a passion that couldn’t be faked, a truth that couldn’t be hidden. Every cell of her body radiated love, and he soaked it up, took it in greedily, because this love was what would protect him in the days to come.

With that certainty, he let go of his control. He rode her until he could feel her interior muscles spasm around his cock, igniting his own release. Bliss flooded him, filling his cells with happiness, his mind with strength, and his heart with love.

Wave after wave crashed over him and lulled him into a state of utter satisfaction. Beneath him, Daphne’s body relaxed back into the sheets as her orgasm ebbed. Without haste, he pulled out of her and rolled off in order to take his weight off her. But he didn’t want to sever the connection with her, so he pulled her against his chest, tucked her sweet ass into his groin, and slid back into her warm pussy.

“Again?” she murmured sleepily.

He chuckled. “Whatever you want, babe. I’m your slave.”

She pulled his arm closer around her. “I like the sound of that.”

He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. “At your service, my mistress.”