Page 33 of Protected By Her Daddy

I blink back tears and tenderly brush away a lock of black hair from his forehead. “Not now. Keep going, please. I need you.”

“Fuck.” He drops his head to my shoulder.

He thrusts again, and I tilt my hips to take him deep, curling my fingers into his shoulders. He groans with approval, pressing feverish kisses to my lips as he surges in and out of me. His face is a mask of tension. He looks savage. Desperate.

“Knew you’d feel like heaven,” he says, voice deep and shaky. “I’m going to fuck you everywhere, little bird. In every hole. Every room.”

“Yes. God, yes!” I arch into him, trying to get closer, chasing that feeling. This is good. Really good. My muscles flutter around him, the tingle of an orgasm building deep inside my belly.

“Shit.” His thrusts quicken. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I can’t… It’s been too long… I’m too close.”

For a blinding moment, he poises on the edge of something beyond comprehension. His eyes are glassy, almost black. His hand searches for mine, twining our fingers in a poignant gesture that’s oddly more intimate than our joined bodies.

“Wren.” My name is a guttural groan as he tenses above me.

He moves once, twice, three times, then his cock jumps in quick, jerky motions. Liquid heat gushes inside me. I hold him tight, wrapping my free arm and legs around him to reassure him I’m here. With him. Finally, he collapses on me with another groan.

I wince as he pulls out and looks down at me, his chest still heaving, his eyes tortured. “I’m sorry.”

I can’t stop shaking. My body thrums with unreleased tension. “It’s okay. I—” My words die on a choked moan as Gabriel snakes a hand down my stomach and presses my legs apart. “Gabe, no!” I protest, pushing his hand away. “It’s messy down there.”

He bats my hand away. “I like my baby girl messy. Let me make it up to you.”

My protests die as he gently slides two fingers inside me. Although I’m sore, I’m wet with his cum, my juices, and possibly a little blood, which eases his passage. I arch into him, blissfully full again. I should be embarrassed. Mortified. But his fingers slide through my swollen folds, and all rational thought scatters.

His thumb draws rapid, wonderful circles around my clit that immediately have me splintering into a million pieces. My eyelids flutter closed as I come in long waves.

“Look at me.”

My eyes snap open, and I fall into Gabriel’s liquid gaze. His fingers give me something delicious to clench around as my orgasm wrings me out and leaves me in a boneless heap on the bed.

I’m barely aware of Gabriel withdrawing his fingers and leaving the bed, my brain muddled by the glow of pleasure. I dimly hear the tap run in the adjoining bathroom. He returns a minute later with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning his cum and my blood from my pussy and inner thighs. Disposing of the washcloth, he climbs back into bed and tucks me against his side. I’m in heaven. My nose is buried in his shoulder, his scent surrounding me. Musk. Male. A hint of sweat, but it’s not unpleasant.

“I lost control,” he confesses. “I’ve never come so damn hard in my life.”

My loopy smile fades. “We, um, didn’t discuss birth control.”

“You can’t get pregnant. You were a virgin.”

“Haha. I’m not that naïve.”

He rolls onto his side so we’re facing each other, his hand resting possessively on my hip. “Do we need to discuss it?”

“Uh, yeah, unless you want to deal with an unwanted pregnancy.”

His big, warm hand moves to cup my stomach. “It would never be unwanted. I’m so fucking in love with you, I can’t see straight. The thought of you growing my baby is”—he shakes his head and exhales—“everything. You are everything. I want to marry you, spend my life with you, raise a family with you.”

My mouth drops open. “I… You love me?”

He kisses my forehead. “Deeply.” My nose. “Passionately.” My lips. “Endlessly. And you love me. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

I gape at him. “Presumptuous, much?”

He shrugs. “A little. But I’m right.”

“I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you,” I say, cupping his face, my thumbs rubbing his beard. “But I’m scared, Gabe. It’s like I’m at the edge of a cliff, wanting to jump but afraid of the fall.”

He smooths my hair from my face. “There’s nothing to be afraid of because I’ll always catch you, Wren.”

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