Page 46 of Protected By the Sinner
“I can’t stop anymore, Amber.” He says it like an apology—then grips my hips and sinks all the way into me. “Jesus Christ,” he growls into my ear.
He starts moving, and soon, I’m moaning, moving with him, molding myself around him like I never want to let go.
“Your pussy is fucking amazing. All of you, Amber.”
The words should embarrass me—but they don’t.
Not when I see on his face just how much he wants me.
I feel powerful. Wanted.
Maybe it won’t last—but right now, he’s mine.
I grab his shoulders and pull him closer.
“I’m trying to hold back,” he says.
“I don’t want you to. Show me everything.”
He pulls out almost completely, then thrusts back in deep. My body is on fire. The burn between my thighs spreads through me, and I need to see how far it can go.
I lift my legs, planting my feet on the bed for leverage, trying to draw him deeper.
He grips my hips hard, his hands like claws. “Don’t test me. I’ve got limits.”
He dips his head, licking one nipple, then the other—and I moan, delirious.
The air in the room is thick with the scent of us.
Sex. Lust. Wet, hot bodies colliding.
I press my lips to his ear. “Please, show me what it means to be your woman.”
He bites my chin. “Fuck, Amber,” he growls and drives into me hard.
But this time, he doesn’t stop.
His hips pound into me, filling me completely with every thrust.
“I could stay here forever.”
I tune out his words. I don’t want them, only the pleasure he gives me.
I kiss him to silence him, my tongue seducing him the way he seduces my body.
I love the feeling of being stretched by his cock. Of being taken.
I open my eyes—and he’s watching me. The entire time he’s inside me, Beau is looking at me.
It’s too much.
I can’t let myself remember him like this—because even before it’s over, I already feel the ache of missing him.
And I know we’re temporary. Everything in my life is.
I focus on the pleasure, refusing to let emotions reach me.
He bites my neck, and it feels like he finally lets all his barriers fall.
