Forsaken (The Protectors 4)

“I’m sorry,” I breathed between kisses. “It’s so good, Mav,” I managed to get out. “I need it like this. I’ve been tested and I’m negative,” I added. “I swear.”

Mav’s hands were gripping my ass hard enough that I knew I’d have bruises, but he wasn’t trying to stop me as my hips began rolling back and forth over him. No, he was urging the motion on.

“Me too,” he growled.

I took that to mean he’d tested negative too, but I knew it wasn’t the only thing I needed to hear. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked and I forced my body to stop moving so I could give him the time he needed to think. I knew being bare inside of me might mean something to Mav beyond the protocols of just responsible sex. It sure as hell meant a lot more to me, but just because I wanted something more with this man, didn’t mean I had the right to expect him to give it to me.

“No,” Mav said as he shook his head. He opened his eyes and shook his head again. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.

Relief coursed through me and I began moving again even as I gently kissed him. I rocked back and forth on him several times before I straightened my body and then began lifting up and down. Mav helped me by holding my hips, but he went a step further and began thrusting up into me every time I lowered myself. The coil of need grew and grew as his hot flesh thickened even more inside of me. One of Mav’s hands began jerking me off, but it didn’t last long because Mav suddenly snarled and lifted me completely off of him. In one swift move, he shoved me face first down on the bed and then yanked my hips up. He drove into me with one plunge and began fucking me so hard, my entire body began sliding up the bed. I tried to get purchase with my hands, but even as I fisted them in the bedding, Mav pressed all of his weight down on me and began ramming into me. His body kept mine from moving so I could only lay there and take it.

And I fucking loved it.

It was raw and brutal and so primal that it felt animalistic. I should have been frightened by how rough the act had become, but I wasn’t. Because even as Mav rutted into me, his mouth was seeking mine out and his lush tongue was sliding over mine. Between kisses he was saying my name. His arm was wrapped around my neck, holding my head up so he could access my mouth more easily and when he wasn’t kissing me, I heard and felt his grunts of pleasure even as my ass began to burn. The pleasure/pain sent me to a whole other level and I began begging Mav for even more as my orgasm began to crawl up my spine.

I climbed so high and so fast that I actually began to fear what would happen when I fell, but when I whispered Mav’s name, he licked the shell of my ear and said, “Let go, baby. I’ll catch you.” Then he changed the angle of his hips just a little and as soon as his cock slid over my prostate, I came. The climax was so intense that I let out a harsh scream and then bit down on Mav’s forearm which was still holding me in place. Mav shouted in my ear and shoved into me hard as hot liquid began to fill me up. The burn of his release caused tears to streak down my face as another round of pleasure swept through me. Every time Mav humped into me, I felt another ripple of electricity fire throughout my entire body and more heat coated my insides. And through it all, Mav was right there in my ear telling me how beautiful I was and how good I felt. By the time our orgasms had subsided, Mav was still buried deep inside of me and he was kissing the back of my neck as I lay beneath him, too exhausted to do anything except revel in the knowledge that a part of him would stay with me long after he was forced to leave me.

Chapter Thirteen

Mav

Light was just beginning to filter through the sheer curtains when Eli began to stir. His back was pressed to my front and I had one arm pillowing his head while the other was wrapped around his chest. A glance at the clock showed it wasn’t even five a.m. yet.

I hadn’t been able to fall asleep after I’d somehow found the energy to get Eli and myself into the shower after we’d made love the second time around. I also hadn’t been able to stop touching him even after I’d gotten us settled back under the covers. There’d been an awkward moment where Eli had started to press up against me, but then had pulled back as if worried it might not be what I wanted. He’d been right…and wrong.