Page 96 of Protector Unmatched

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. “Then there’s one other thing…”

Expectantly, she lifted her lashes and looked into his eyes.

“Because you saved my life, I’m going to give you free rein tonight. You can demand of me what you want. I’ll fulfill your every wish, every fantasy.” That he would fulfill her every wish every day for the rest of their lives, he would tell her some other time far, far in the future. Though somehow he had the feeling she already knew that he was putty in her hands.

She chuckled. “Well, let me see. You made me come with your mouth that first night. Then later, you took me when I pretended to be asleep. You really rode me hard that night.”

Daphne recounting their exploits filled his cock with blood.

“And then the night when I found out your secret, you took me up against the wall. We didn’t even fully undress.”

“Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered?” Because it was working. His cock was hard and ready, and his heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

“Oh no,” she said in the most innocent voice she’d ever used. “I’m just trying to jog my own memory.”

As if! She was doing everything to turn him on, to get him so aroused that he lost his cool. “Right.”

“And the night before the cosplay, when we spoke about the vision and I blurted out that I loved you, you went all primal on me.”

“What guy wouldn’t go all primal when the woman he loves sucks his cock as if she wanted to eat him up alive? Besides, what are you trying to do by reminding me of how I took you?”

A sinful smile curled her lips upward. “Just trying to show a pattern.”

“What pattern?”

“That you, Pearce Douglas, immortal Stealth Guardian warrior, have no control when it comes to sex.”

“No control? You didn’t complain when I—”

She put a finger over his lips. “Oh, I’m not complaining now either. I’m simply telling you what I’ve observed. That’s why tonight, my handsome warrior, I’ll tie you to your bed and have my way with you.”

He liked the sound of that, and rubbed his groin against her. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

Daphne freed herself from his arms and tugged on his towel. The knot opened easily, and the fabric fell from his hips, revealing just how ready he was.

“Yeah, let’s not,” Daphne said, licking her lips. She pointed to the bedroom. “After you.”

Pearce took his time walking to the bed, because feeling Daphne’s eyes on his ass sent a jolt of lust through his body. The woman he’d chosen to be his mate made no secret about the fact that she enjoyed feasting her eyes on him. Nor had she ever shown any shyness about showing him exactly what she enjoyed, and asking for it if he didn’t immediately give it to her. No, his Daphne wasn’t beating about the bush when it came to sex. Everything was on the table. He’d sensed that about her from the moment they’d first made love. It had given him license to unleash the wildness inside him that nobody suspected him of possessing. And the only person who’d ever know that under his cool computer geek exterior was a hot-blooded male with an insatiable appetite was Daphne.

Moments later, he lay naked on the bed, while Daphne tied his wrists to the wooden slats of his headboard, using two scarves. Pearce pulled on the restraints. They held. For now. He’d leave her in the false belief that he couldn’t escape from them. Because this was her fantasy. Her dream. To have power over him. And he couldn’t imagine anybody else at whose mercy he’d rather be.

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Daphne exhaled slowly and swept her eyes over the virile man who was hers. Her heart was beating an excited pattern against her chest as reality started to finally sink in. Until now, she hadn’t dared hope for anything beyond a short, but passionate relationship. After all, the only reason Pearce had initially sought her out was to change his future. And though the vision had been accurate all along and needed no changing, Pearce was now changing her future, giving her more than she’d ever thought possible: immortality. She would have settled for just his love.

Standing next to the bed, she untied the belt of the bathrobe and slowly shoved the soft fabric off her shoulders and let it drop to pool around her feet.

An appreciative moan came from Pearce. She met his gaze and saw love and adoration in his eyes—and something else: lust and passion. She shifted her eyes lower to the area between his legs, where his cock made an unmistakable statement. Pearce was ready for her, and she was ready for him. She was always ready for him. A man like Pearce, seemingly shy on the outside, yet full of passion, only had to look at her, and she melted. She was aware that he knew what effect he had on her.

Daphne slid onto the bed and gently pushed Pearce’s legs apart to make a space for herself. She kneeled there and put her hands on his thighs. His cock twitched instantly.

“Hmm, I’m going to enjoy this,” she murmured, and leaned over his groin.

“Not as much as I,” Pearce said with a husky voice.

His cock was beautiful, the veins snaking around its impressive girth like ivy climbing up a pole. She ran her fingers along the underside, caressing the sensitive skin there, skin that stretched taut over a rod as hard as iron, yet warm like a cozy fire and smooth like velvet. That she could ever be so enamored by a man’s body, she’d never expected, but every time she saw Pearce naked, every time she touched him, she reveled in his physical perfection.

When she finally wrapped her hand around his erection, Pearce moaned and bucked his hips. Without hurry, she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock and pressed her rounded lips to it, before opening her mouth wider and letting him slide inside.