Page 29 of Thrilled By Her Protector

She stilled then, but only for a minute. Saucy little vixen. Her tongue traced his earlobe, and her hands ran across his shoulders and chest, plucking at his nipples and making him almost tumble to the ground.

“Want you,” she moaned, and fuck, his cock grew even harder.

By the time he closed the door to his bedroom, he realized she’d turned the tables on him. Now he was the one all hot and bothered. But no, this was not going to be like last time. Oh, it was good. Explosive. All the things he’d dreamed it would be and then some. But now he wanted to make her crazy for him.

“Ground rules, Jenn. You obey or I stop. Rule one, get your hands over your head, and keep them there?—”

“But I want to touch you?—”

“Obey or I stop,” he commanded, his voice gravelly as he dropped her onto the bed and pinned her hands above her. “Keep them right there.”

Jenn’s eyes widened, but she did as he said, keeping her hands pinned above her head. He nodded his approval, straddling her hips as he reached up with claw-tipped fingers. Her breath caught in her throat, but he shook his head.

“Gonna unwrap you now, baby. Don’t. Move.”

It was amazing Zircon was still conscious for as long as he held his breath, waiting for her assent. The way her eyes darkened with desire, glittering with gold around the rims as both she and her Owl watched him had his own beast rising up to meet her. She nodded slowly, and he almost roared with victory.

Later, he told his beast.

Right then, she required all of his attention, and fuck, did she have it. Using his claw tipped finger, he dipped inside her shirt collar, careful to avoid the skin, then he sliced downwards. The cotton fell away, revealing gorgeous curves hidden behind lace and silk.

He was salivating already, but this was careful work. A few more slices and she was free. Her skin was all peaches and cream. Her breasts were plump and perfect, with dusky tips pebbled that were oh so tempting. Zircon’s growl filled the room, but he made no move to touch her yet. Not till he had control.

Jennifer’s eyes widened and her breathing increased, the movement causing those delicious mounds to rise and fall. Zircon stood up, tearing off his own clothes so he was as naked as she, and still he didn’t touch her. Just looked and looked and looked some more. He took her in, memorizing every inch of the gorgeous, mesmerizing female.

“Conny?”

“Fuck, Jenn, just look at you. I could come right now just staring at that perfect body,” he confessed, incapable of anything but total honesty.

The blood in his veins was boiling with desire. His every instinct clamoring for him to cover her with his scent, take everything she offered so freely, and mark her as his. Zircon swallowed, wrestling with his beast for control was always extra hard when Jenn was around. Right then, it was damn near impossible.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Poor little Jennifer was breathing hard and squirming on his bed. Fuck. She looked so damn good there. Like she was made to be splayed out on his navy blue comforter, looking like some sort of goddess sacrifice, and she was all his for the taking. He licked his lips, loving the way her hair was spread out like a dark curtain behind her. He’d removed her glasses, placing them on the bedside table, and he could finally make out her thick lashes and delicate eyebrows.

Damn, she was pretty. Her bone structure was perfectly symmetrical. But he loved the little imperfections best. The dimple that only came out when she was trying not to laugh on her left cheek. The scar near her hairline from a childhood fall. And the way her top lip was slightly fuller than her bottom lip.

Normally, he’d be fine simply looking at her. Dreaming of her. But she was here. In the flesh. Naked. On his bed. And she still had her hands over her head.

Good girl. Mine.

But what the fuck was he doing just standing there? She moved her legs helplessly, as if trying to ease the pressure building between her thighs, and fuck, did that excite him. Zircon caught the scent of her arousal, and that was it.

“Gonna touch you now, baby.”

Zircon took a step forward and ran his fingers along the arch of her foot. Jennifer closed her eyes and moaned, and he took his hand away.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, and hers flew open, pinning him with her stare.

Good.Very good.

Her need egged him on. He increased pressure, caressing her calves next and her outer thighs. Her skin felt like satin, smooth and soft, warm to the touch. Ever so slowly, Zircon traced her body, paying attention to every moan and arch.

“You’re sensitive here?” he asked as he brushed his hands beneath her breasts in slow circles.

“Yes. Please, oh please, Conny, touch me,” she whimpered, trying to force his hand by arching her back.

He grinned wickedly as he got closer, closer, so close to her hardened nipples only to draw back. Her moan of disappointment almost made him chuckle, but this was serious business, and he was not in it to torture her, after all. Finally, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he rubbed his palms against her hardened nubs.

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