Page 95 of Protective Love

I turn my head to the side, moving my face out of the stream of water so that I can finally open my mouth to respond, but at the moment, he picks up his pace, driving his hips forward as his hand moves from my hip to between my legs until his fingers find my clit.

"You were made for me, weren't you?" he asks, just as he pinches my clit, causing me to scream.

Shudders run through my body, and my legs begin to tremble as heat consumes me and the pressure in my stomach becomes a burning pool of desire.

"You're mine, aren't you, Aurora?"

He slams himself inside me as his fingers simultaneously circle my clit at a rapid pace, pushing me over the edge.

"Yes," I scream, my hips bucking wildly against him and my walls convulse around his dick, pulling him deep inside of me as I lose all control of my body, blinded by pleasure.

He groans behind me, our noises mixing together as we continue moving our hips, waves of ecstasy rushing over us both.

He pistons his hips forward a couple more times with such force that my upper body is shoved against the wall again, and he growls against me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he sheaths himself deep inside me as he, too, reaches his climax.

I welcome the cool tile against my heated skin, shivers running through my body as I feel his dick throbbing inside of me as his release fills me up.

My body melts, my muscles slack, and numb, and I'm convinced that his hands on my hip and in my hair are the only reason I'm somewhat upright.

"Holy, shit," he utters, pressing gentle kisses against the shoulder that he was just biting in to. "You okay, darling?"

I lazily nod my head as he gently smooths his hands along my thighs before pulling his softening dick out of me.

"Yeah. Can't move," I tell him, still panting as if I just ran a fucking marathon.

He chuckles from behind me, and his arms circle my waist as he pulls me against his body and beneath the warm water.

"Let's clean you up and get back to bed," he says, placing a gentle kiss against my cheek.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Rory

Waking up the next morning, sated, and relaxed with Jaylen's arms wrapped securely around my waist, his legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets and his warm body cocooned around mine has a swarm of butterflies emerging inside of my stomach.

Laying there in the silence, thinking about all of the events of last night has an unexplainable warmth spreading through my chest as I think about how amazing Jaylen has been for me.

Whenever I've needed him, he's been there.

He knows how to comfort me, he makes me feel safe, he listens to me, and he allows me to make my own decisions, even if he doesn't agree with them.

Without him, I would've happily never step foot in the bathroom ever again, plagued by the haunting memory of the message that Danny had put on the glass, but I think Jaylen knew that.

He made sure I was distracted enough before he walked us into that room, and when he could tell that I realised and I was scared, he took his time to calm me down and bring me back to the present, to him.

He knew exactly what I needed.

I turn around in his arms and gently smooth my hand against his chiselled jaw as I admire how flawless his face is, and how peaceful he looks while he's sleeping.

"I can feel you watching me," he says, his voice gruff and laced with sleep.

The sound has my stomach stirring with desire, and my cheeks heat as I think about last night.

"You look so angelic in the mornings," I tell him, leaning forward to place a kiss against his lips. "Complete contrast to how you were last night."

His eyes finally open, connecting with mine as he chuckles and his arms squeeze tighter around me, pulling my body flush to his as he buries his head into the crook of my neck and nips at my skin.

"Don't act like you didn't love every second of it, darling."