Page 89 of Guarded Love

It takes me a few seconds to realize what he’s referring to. He's not fully inside me yet. The realization makes my eyes widen because I already feel so full and there's more? My hands grip his shoulders as he continues his slow advance, every inch making me gasp.

"Breathe for me," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my jaw. "Just breathe, kitten."

I follow his instruction, forcing myself to breathe deeply as he finally ends up completely inside me. The fullness is overwhelming in the best possible way, and for a moment we both go still. Given how his arms are trembling, I can see that it is taking everything in him not to move yet.

He lets out a shaky breath and says, "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect." His hands grip my hips again and then he says, “Give me a second or this is going to be embarrassing."

I love that I have this effect on him. I shift slightly beneath him and his grip tightens.

"Willow.”

"What? I'm just getting comfortable." I shift again, deliberately this time, and watch his jaw clench.

"This is the way you want to do it? Fine.”

Before I can process what he means, he pulls out almost completely and thrusts back in, hard. The sudden movement makes me cry out, my back arching off the bed.

"You want to tease me? Then I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight."

His words send heat racing through my veins. This is a side of Blaise I've never seen before and I love it even though I’ll probably never admit it out loud.

"Yes," I gasp as he leans forward, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. "Hell, yes."

"Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly," he growls against my ear. "Like you were made for me. Such a good girl, letting me stretch this tight little pussy."

My toes literally curl at his words. I claw at his back and my nails dig in just enough to make him hiss against my neck. I wrap my legs tighter around him in an effort to bring him closer because of that perfect angle he just found.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, grinding deeper into me like he’s trying to live inside my skin. “You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” I pant, even as my voice wavers on the edge of another moan.

His laugh is dark and low, and it vibrates straight through me. “Then I guess I’ll make it your problem too.”

He shifts his weight slightly, changing the angle, and holy hell. There it is. Whatever spot he just found, it makes my whole body clench like a vice. My head tips back and a cry slips from my lips.

“Right there,” I gasp. “If you stop, I’ll never talk to you again.”

"Never talk to me again?" He drives into that spot again. "That's a hell of a threat."

I can barely form words as he keeps hitting exactly where I need him. "I mean it."

"No you don't." His mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing my neck. "You'd miss this too much."

He's not wrong, but I'm not about to admit it. Not when he's being so smug about reducing me to a hot mess beneath him. Instead, I dig my nails deeper into his shoulders, earning another sharp intake of breath.

"Cocky bastard," I manage between gasps.

"You love it." He punctuates the words with another perfect thrust that has me seeing stars. "Love how I make you feel. Love how I know exactly what you need."

The worst part is he's absolutely right. Every movement, every touch, every filthy word from his mouth is exactly what I didn't know I was craving. Like he's been studying me, learning me, preparing for this moment.

"Blaise," I whisper his name like a prayer, and something in his expression shifts.

"I know, baby. I know." His pace becomes more urgent, less controlled. "You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it."

I am. The tension is building low in my belly, spreading outward like wildfire. My hands slide up to grab his hair. I pull him down for a kiss of pure desperation.

"Come for me," he says against my lips. "Let me feel you fall apart around my cock."

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