Page 14 of Great Falls Protector
“You wanted me to take all of you, Leralynn.” River’s low voice and harsh, unsteady breaths play over my back, making my blood tingle with excitement. “And I will. I will take you completely.”
Before I can reply—not that my sluggish mind could conjure anything that my traitorously dripping thighs wouldn’t name a lie—River swirls a finger in my moisture and presses it with steady pressure past my backside’s sensitive rim. The finger slides in easily and—even as I squirm against the intimacy of the intrusion—zings of maddening need shoot from the engorged nerves right to my apex.
Intimate. Yes. The taking is humiliatingly intimate, and yet River’s presence fills a void deeper than my pulsing sex. The male behind me isn’t toying with me, isn’t just playing at bedding, but giving me the whole truth of his desires. Not because some magic compels him to, but because he wants to. Chooses to. Choosesme.
He may be a different man in his mind, but his needs and pleasures are the same asmyRiver’s. If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend we’re back in Lunos, River bending me over his huge oak desk and taking exactly what he wants—showing me new heights of pleasure in the process. I trust that male with every inch of my body.
Beneath me, River’s blunt fingertip suddenly traces all around my hood, the swollen bud inside it waking with magnificent shock. My toes curl inside my boots, and, as I draw a sharp breath against the blooming sensation, River’s second finger enters my backside, stretching me stealthily.
The urgency growing around my bud has my thighs squeezing against River’s unyielding knees, my thoughts focusing ruthlessly on the tiny spot that controls my body like a fishhook. The knowledge of how open I am to River, how fully beneath his command, somehow magnifies each sensation, my body rousing more and more without regard for common sense.
River traces my hood again, flicking just a hair too lightly over my apex. As I arch my hips into him with demand, his cock and finger withdraw from me altogether, the sudden emptiness devastating.
I whimper.
And then I feel the large head of River’s cock pressed against my back hole.
On the heels of emptiness, the slow entry is excruciatingly filling. Holding my bucking hips steady, River’s strong thumbs dig into the fleshy mounds of my bottom and rub in tiny firm circles. The deep, deep pressure rides the edge of pain, which morphs into molten pleasure as it releases muscles I didn’t even know were tight.
My body welcomes him, though the fullness inside me is enough to make the world flicker.
Moving his hands, Rivers finds the sides of my apex again, playing my body’s sensations like a musical instrument.When the fingers of his free hand slide into my slippery channel, offsetting the cock filling my backside, a renewed wave of heat ripples through me, making me moan into the desk.
My sex pulses hungrily, blindly. The slowthrust thrust thrustof River’s cock seems to touch every nerve in my body at once. My fingers claw the table, my helpless legs buckling beneath his assault.
River pounds into me now, each thud of his hips and fingers striking right into the center of my engorged bud. The abused nerves of my channel and backside howl with sensation so overwhelming, I don’t know how much more of it I can endure. Our breath is harsh against the stone walls, our bodies meeting in a driving, jerking rhythm, mindlessly seeking release.
A primal keen escapes my lips before I can stop it, my body spasming around River’s fingers, colliding with the echoing ripples from his throbbing cock.
His thrusts quick. Harden. More and more until my sex is convulsing around him and his own breaths come in desperate grunts. His unyielding control sends tremor after tremor through me until—
“Now, Leralynn,” the male commands, and the two of us topple off the cliff together.
12
Lera
Ishiver on River’s lap, my body curled against his damp chest, my heavy head resting in the perfect, muscled groove of his shoulder. Not that I could stand just now even if I wanted to. My mouth is dry, my skin beaded with sweat, my insides a pool of satisfied exhaustion. With the potent aftermath of the coupling seeping through me, I’m more relaxed than I remember being since stepping foot in Great Falls. As if River’s firm command of my body filled a missing puzzle piece, the scattered pieces of my soul now clicking into place.
His large, callused palm strokes my hair and back, the rhythm echoing theplop plop plopof raindrops pelting the window.
“When did it start raining?” I mumble.
River chuckles. “Sometime between your first and second release.”
Despite my having just done the deed, my cheeks heat, and I bury my face deeper in River’s shoulder, his skin warm velvet against mine.
“You are beautiful when you climax, Leralynn,” he says into my hair, his soothing hand still stroking my skin. “I could listen to that sound all day.”
I could too. Unfortunately, we don’t have that long. Somewhere in this room are the remains of my clothing and my problems—both of which need to be found sooner than later. Gathering my wits, I start to pull myself back from puddle to living being.
River squeezes my backside roughly.”Stay put before you trip over your own feet,” he orders, taking charge in a way that makes me want to punch him almost as much as it makes me want to mount him and start all over again.
With a chaste kiss on the top of my head, River rises with me in his arms and sets me back down into his chair. The leather is cool against my naked skin, the soft cushion hugging my curled form. Striding around the room, Rover collects my clothes, his muscles shifting beautifully beneath his bare skin. I can’t help but watch him, his dark hair mussed adorably, gray eyes hooded with delicious satiation I’d never seen in the Great Falls’ deputy headmaster. How the male still has energy to bustle around when I can barely lift my head is a mystery of its own.
River stops to pour a cup of water from a chilled pitcher before returning to crouch beside me. “Drink.”
The cold liquid is so stark against my blazing body that my eyes pop open like a child’s toy.
