Page 140 of Protecting Peyton

“Angel, you have no idea.”

I widened my legs and gasped when he entered me.

“God, you’re wet.” He pushed all the way in. “So tight and yet so slick.”

The stretch took a moment to get used to, but as he began, the sensations of him moving inside me took over. “Zane.” Ignoring the pain in my calf, I linked my heels behind him, pulling him in.

After starting out fast, he slowed. He kissed his way from my ear, down my neck and along my collarbone and back, all while sliding slowly in and out of me. He caressed my breasts and every inch of my body that he could reach with his hands.

I floated on an endless cloud of pleasure and sensation.

In the end, his finger found my clit, and I detonated like never before.Once again, my legs embarrassed me. “My God, Zane.” They were the only words I could manage.

He raised up on his elbows. “You’re so pretty when you come.”

“What about you? Do you want me to suck you?”

“Another time. I’m enjoying the feel of you too much.” He began moving again and quickly picked up speed.

Running my hands over his chest as he thrust, I tightened my muscles on him as much as I could.

He moved inside me at a furious pace, filling the room with the sounds of our bodies meeting.

A few strokes later, I felt him tense up and then push deep.

He came with a loud groan, and I felt the pulses as he emptied himself inside me.

Panting, he collapsed, half off me. “Angel, you have a heavenly pussy.”

I had to laugh at that.

A minute later, he went to the bathroom, returned with a warm, wet washcloth, and cleaned me.

It was the sweetest thing.

When he returned to bed, we cuddled, and I realized we hadn’t just fucked, we’d made love.

I pulled closer to him. “Zane.”

“Yeah, Angel.”

“You’re mine.” If he could claim me, I could claim him.

He held me tighter and nodded.

Yep, the jackpot.

Zane

My eyelids jerked open,and I checked my watch. I’d fallen asleep. With Peyton by my side, the bed was too warm to stay awake.

No, that wasn’t it. With her next to me, it was too soothing, too comfortable, too sleep-inducing. She was a calming influence I hadn’t known before.

My bed had been a place of torment until she settled in next to me. A week ago, getting to sleep had been a chore, and staying asleep even harder. Now, her presence next to me was the balm that made it too easy, and that thought scared me. What if the nightmares returned?

Peyton’s breathing remained the even tempo of sleep as I slid slowly to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked sleepily when I stood.