Defiance (The Protectors 9)

He let out a harsh curse. “No,” he gasped. “You! It has to be you.”

I understood what he was saying and was so damn glad that I gave him another hard press that had him stifling a cry of pleasure against his forearm. I eased off him and carefully pulled my fingers free of his body. It took just seconds to get the condom on and the rest of the lube slathered over my rock-hard shaft. I used my hands to split Nathan’s ass open, but it was too damn dark for me to see anything. I gripped my cock in my hand and maneuvered it to his hole.

“Bear down on me, okay?”

Nathan had gone tense as soon as I’d pulled my fingers out of his body, but he nodded in agreement. As I began putting pressure on his entrance, I felt him push back against me. He let out a ragged gasp as my crown slipped past his outer muscles. I carefully laid down over his back, my body covering his like a blanket.

“So hot,” I said as I sifted my fingers into his hair and pulled his head up so I could kiss him. It was an animalistic move, one of ownership and dominance, but I didn’t care.

He was mine.

He’d been mine from the moment he’d told me yes.

I let his body adjust for several long seconds before I slid more of myself inside of him.

“Fuck,” he ground out.

“Hurts so good, doesn’t it?” I asked.

He nodded. “Need more.”

I knew the sensations he was experiencing. Even as his body fought the intrusion, it wanted more. The stretch, the burn, even the pain to some degree.

I slid farther into him as I kissed him hard and deep. “So perfect, baby. Like you were made just for me,” I whispered.

He nodded.

I wanted to believe it was agreement, but I knew I was reading too much into it. He was overwhelmed by what was happening to him. It could have been anyone doing this to him and he wouldn’t have known the difference.

The thought made me unreasonably angry.

“Open your eyes, Nathan,” I demanded.

He immediately did and they locked on mine.

“Whose body is this?” I growled as I bottomed out inside of him.

Nathan let out a harsh moan, and I had to repeat my question. I knew I was being too aggressive as I kept his head at an awkward angle so I could see his expression, but it was like I was battling some unseen force.

“Whose?” I repeated for a third time when I pulled nearly all the way out of his body.

“Yours, Vincent!” he cried. “It’s yours!”

I rewarded him with a hard surge that had him screaming in ecstasy. I released his head, but to my surprise, he kept it elevated so he could look at me. Something deep inside of me cracked wide open at what this man was giving me.

So much more than just his body.

His trust.

His vulnerability.

Him.

God, I could see everything in his eyes.

“Christ,” I whispered even as I began to thrust into him with hard, heavy drags. The pressure was so fucking intense that I was sure I wouldn’t last long enough to get him off.

And those eyes.

I needed to look away.

This was supposed to be sex…fucking, damn it! Nothing more.

I shook my head as I kissed him. Who the hell did I think I was kidding?

“Need to see you,” I snarled, and then I pulled out of him. I had him on his back in one swift move. I used my arms to lift his legs high and wide and shoved into him hard, my body desperate for relief. Nathan’s body was splayed wide open as I began fucking him harder than I’d intended. But I saw no sign of pain or fear. His fingers were wrapped around my wrists where I had my hands planted on the ground next to his sides.

“Can’t stop,” I tried to explain.

He shook his head. “It’s…it’s not enough,” he admitted.

The unexpected words surprised me.

“Need all of you, Vincent,” he demanded, and then his hand was snaking up to grab the back of my head. He pulled me down for a kiss.

And just like that I gave up and stopped trying to keep the last vestiges of myself apart from him.

Chapter 17

Nathan

I was so fucking scared.

By how good it felt. And not just the feel of Vincent’s thickness rippling inside of me.

I’d known something was missing once I’d gotten past the pain of Vincent’s entry into my body. Along with the pain, there’d been the uncomfortable burning and stretching as my body had tried to accept his, but once it had passed, the only thing that had kept going through my mind as he’d begun thrusting in and out of me had been a singular word.

More.

A small part of me had shattered when Vincent had turned me over so he could take me from behind. I’d had no idea why it had mattered, but it had. And now that he was facing me, I knew why.