Page 46 of A SEAL's Protection
He won’t give in to his desire, not yet. And that, more than anything, breaks me wide open.
He touches me with tender strokes. My arms, my belly, my hair. Exploring every deep part of me until I’m quivering under his touch.
Only then does he slide a hand between my legs and stroke my most sensitive places.
“Allegra.” He whispers my name like a prayer, and I whimper a response. “You’re so wet.”
It’s all for him. And I want to tell him, but he presses his palm against my clit and all words flee my mind.
I shatter at his first touch, coming undone on his palm. It catches me off guard, and I can’t breathe as the release surges through my body.
It was embarrassingly quick, and as he moves his hand against me, I grab it in mine. I don’t want a repeat of the other night. I want all of him.
My hand closes around this thick length, and I tug softly, drawing him toward me.
Our eyes lock, and in his I see my own need reflected.
“Are you sure?” he asks again. His voice is husky, and despite his need, he’s still putting me first.
“I need you, Marcus. I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”
His eyes narrow. “Me neither. I’m clean.”
We lock eyes, and his breathing becomes ragged. My hand moves slowly, caressing him up and down his full length with both palms, drawing him nearer to me.
His eyes darken and go hooded, and I feel the moment he gives in to his desire.
Our lips meet, and our bodies are slick with sweat. I slide my thigh over his, and he pulls my hips toward him.
He slides into me slowly and steadily and tender like every damn movement that came before.
He grips my hips and sinks deeper, hissing out a breath from between his teeth. I gasp as he fills me up, and I wrap my leg around him.
My chest feels as full as my body, and I bite down on the words that bubble to the surface, the emotion that makes me gasp and cling onto him as if I’m drowning and he’s the anchor.
Our bodies slide together until the friction has me falling over the edge. I dig my fingers into his back and cry out his name as I fall apart.
While I’m still trembling, Marcus rolls me over, for the first time treating me as something other than fragile.
He winces as his shoulder knocks against mine.
“Is it hurting?”
He settles between my legs and runs a hand over my cheek. “Not enough to make me want to stop.”
I throw my other thigh around him, locking him into me with my legs. He sinks in deeper, and we both groan.
His gaze meets mine, and he presses tender kisses to my lips, my forehead, and when my eyes roll backwards, to my closed lids.
Every thrust comes harder than the last, even as his kisses are achingly gentle.
Heat builds between us until our bodies are slick with sweat.
“Allegra…” He grunts out my name, and it grounds me, making me feel every inch of him.
His lips caress my neck, my throat, my breasts. He touches every part of me, and my body hums as the pressure builds until I can’t stand it any longer.
“Marcus, I’m going to…”
