Page 32 of Protected By Her Daddy

Gabe’s words echo in my ears as the mist of pleasure recedes at the hard pressure between my legs. I whimper at the discomfort, digging my fingernails into his shoulders.

Immediately, he stops. I shift to ease the uncomfortable sensation between my legs. He buries his head in my neck, shudders coursing through him. There’s something poignant about this strong, capable man shaking with his need for me.

Gabe groans into my skin, his breath warm and damp. “Wren, hold still, or I won’t be able to stop.”

He won’t be able to stop?

Years of living under the threat of Gregory’s masculine oppression causes my pulse to gallop with fear.

This is Gabriel. He would never hurt you.

Gabriel, who’s given me the freedom and opportunity to discover myself. Who’s given me nothing but warmth and comfort and safety.

I inhale, and my muscles loosen a fraction. I’ve come so far with this incredible man. I won’t retreat now.

“Don’t stop. I-I need you.”

He nods and kisses me tenderly as he inches deeper. A whimper escapes me at the unaccustomed fullness, and he stops again. His heart thunders against my chest, his back slick with sweat. My earlier pleasure dissipates. This is nothing like how I felt when he touched me intimately. I loved that. I don’t love this.

“Don’t fight me, little bird.” Gabe sounds like he’s teetering on the edge of his control, his jaw clenched, his expression strained.

I close my eyes, gripping his shoulders. “I don’t know what to do,” I say helplessly.

The muscles of his back flex and release as he takes a deep breath. “It’s all right, baby girl. Trust me.”

I tighten my arms around him even as the impulse to move away gathers momentum. His lips graze my neck, finding a sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder. Excitement shimmers through me when I thought any possibility of pleasure had fled.

Gabe’s muscles tighten as he moves with purpose. This time, when he thrusts, my world explodes into pain. My cry resonates around the room. Oh, God, it burns. Aches. Like he’s tearing me in half. Why do women do this?

He becomes terrifyingly still, although his chest rises and falls roughly. “You’re doing so good. Just… a little longer,” he mutters, kissing my neck again as if in apology.

“You’re… big.”

Gabe nods as if he knows it, and it doesn’t matter. And then he’s kissing me, licking inside my mouth. After a few seconds, I soften, opening to him a little more.

Through the fading agony, I experience a tiny glimmer of pleasure to counter the burning ache. I shiver, focusing on his deep voice and musky scent as he moves incrementally. I’m so attuned to him that the tiny slide of his cock is like an earthquake.

Cupping my breast, he tweaks the nipple to an aching point, sending more pleasure to ease the discomfort. He squeezes the peak, sending a swirl of heat to my core.

I sigh.

Gabe groans.

He withdraws carefully from my body, creating a shivering friction, followed by… nothing. Emptiness.

I hook my leg around his hip. “Please… don’t… leave.” My words are an echo of that night in the alley after I was stabbed, but they hold a deeper meaning now.

“Never, little bird. I’m never leaving you,” Gabriel vows as he slowly thrusts inside me with a smoothness that surprises me.

I brace for pain, but it doesn’t come this time. A little discomfort, but nothing compared to the thrills now shuddering through me. My muscles unfurl like a blossoming flower, and after brief resistance, he plants himself deep with a long, silky glide. Deeper than before. So deep, I swear he’s touching my heart as my body stretches to receive him. To welcome him home.

I’m taking him to the hilt, stretched full, his balls resting against my ass. He’s everywhere, all around me and inside me, like it was always meant to be.

I swallow hard as tears sting my eyes. Despite the initial pain, the intimacy of this connection goes beyond anything I imagined. I’ve never felt so close to another human being. It’s like we’re breathing for each other.

“Oh, Gabe,” I whisper. “I didn’t know.”

He lifts his head to gaze at me, his eyes troubled. “I hurt you.”

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