Page 12 of Her Devoted Warrior

I grab the hand on my chest and back Gwen to the wall, cutting off whatever it is she was talking about. Her brows draw in confusion at the sudden move, but her eyes quickly grow dazed when I palm her breasts over her nightgown, pinching her erect nipples and drawing a moan from her lips.

“You followed me in here, angel,” I say, locking my eyes firmly with hers. “Does that mean you were anticipating this would happen?”

Her eyes briefly stray to the wall behind me. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I just—”

“You just wanted Daddy to fuck your little pussy like he did last night, didn’t you?” She lets out a shaky breath at my words but doesn’t meet my eyes, forcing me to wrap her hair around my fist and tug gently. Her eyes shoot to mine, and I don’t need her to voice her desires for me to know what she wants. Not when it’s written all over her face.

And in the way she leans into my touch, pushing against my exploring hands.

Her tits fall and rise, her breathing growing shallow the longer my eyes stay locked on hers. It’s obvious to both of us what’s going to happen. Last night, something between us shifted, and she went from being a stranger to . . . my everything.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp deeply, rubbing my palm in circles over her puckered nipples, and when I lower my mouth to hers, she quickly wraps her arms around my neck, pressing eagerly into the kiss.

I push my hard dick against her stomach as I ravage her mouth, her broken whimpers only fueling me on. With a ragged groan, I tug at her hair and deepen the kiss, turning it from an innocent brush of lips to an erotic, downright sinful play of tongues. She writhes and mewls against me, the little sounds shooting straight to my throbbing cock.

This girl has no fucking clue what she does to me.

Or how much power she yields over me by just existing. She is the only person that has managed to calm the demons in my head, and I intend to keep her in my life forever. I don’t care who it is I need to fight to make sure Gwen stays mine, but I am ready to do anything to keep this girl for myself, and when she looks at me the way she does—eyes soft and glazed—I fall even deeper under her spell.

I need to claim her . . . breed her.

Fuck, the thought of making this girl heavy with my child and locking her to me forever makes me sound like such a sick kind of creep, but I can’t erase the thought or the image.

With that twisted idea in my head, I slide my fingers under her nightgown and up her thighs to her naked pussy to check for wetness. She whimpers when I slide my finger into her wet folds, gathering her creamy juices and guiding my finger into her tight entrance. I thrust my thick digit into her until my cock threatens to bust.

“Daddy . . . want you,” she whimpers when I slip my finger out of her dripping sex. I make quick work of stripping my pants and her nightgown before guiding my cock to her sex, and I almost spill on the spot when I thrust into her tight channel.

“How the fuck can you still be this tight,” I demand, wrapping an arm under one thigh as I withdraw my cock before driving back into her so hard, it lifts her off the floor. “Fuck! Grab onto me, baby.” Gwen twines her fingers behind my neck to hold tight. My thrusts are firm and fast, bracing her against the wall as I take her the way I’ve imagined doing since I woke up this morning.

“Oh God, it’s too much, Daddy,” she cries, digging her nails into my shoulders even as she tilts her hips to meet my rough thrusts. Her breathing grows stunted the faster I slam my cock into her snug sex, watching her tits shake with every move.

“Mine!” I rasp into her ear when she buries her face against my shoulder, her broken whimpers growing louder with every wet slam into her dripping cunt. “You’re going to let me cream this tight little cunt aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sobs.

I tighten my grip on her as I pump into her like a crazy bastard, possessiveness sweeping through me as I take my perfect angel against the wall as if it makes up for all the time I’ve had to exist away from her. “Mine!”

I pinch her bare nipples and that has her clenching tight around me. She climaxes with a sob, scratching her fingers down my back as her body bucks up against me, her orgasm triggering my own. My stomach strains painfully and my muscles flex as I spill my seed into her womb.

There is no possible way I can go back to a world without Gwen. No one else before her has managed to give me this out-of-body experience, and I would be out of my goddamned mind to even think of letting her go.

I am falling for Gwen.

To be fair, it’s more than just that. These feelings are turning into obsession quickly, and I know well enough that obsession will turn me into a dangerous person.

If someone dares try to touch her, there is no telling to what lengths I might go to protect her.

Chapter Seven

Gwen

“Are we there yet?”

I ignore the sense of Déjà Vu I get from calling out those words and the smirk I spy on the edge of his lips. I can tell Jax is dying to say he told me so, and to be fair, he did warn me that this forest has a bit of a rougher terrain than most.

I didn’t believe him, of course, because why would I believe an expert when I could go ahead with the hike and see for myself? I should have listened to the several warnings he gave me and not insisted on going. Hell, I could have spent the day swimming in that pond and sunbathing, but no, I just had to sweat buckets in the middle of the forests with mosquitos swarming everywhere. My legs are burning, and exhaustion settles upon me like a heavy cloak.

“We’re close, Gwen, the waterfall is just a short distance ahead,” Jax assures me, and just then, I catch the distant sound of the gentle roar of the waterfall we’re headed toward. My heart quickens in anticipation as we emerge from the dense forest and break into a small clearing with one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.

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