Mastered By My Guardian(7)

He brushed over the crotch of her panties, then slid under the fabric to her soft folds. She could feel the slickness as his fingertips teased her flesh. She opened her legs, inviting him inside. Oh, God, wanting him inside so badly she thought she’d die.

But he just glided over the surface and back to her hip.

His teeth grated over her hard nipple and she arched again, pushing it deeper into his mouth. He closed around her and sucked. She gasped at the wild sensations bursting inside her.

She surged her hips upward, wanting him to satisfy her craving. She bumped against his rock-hard erection. Her hand glided down his chest and she found it. Hot and thick. Her fingertips brushed the length of his shaft and then she wrapped her hand around it and stroked. She smiled at his guttural groan of approval.

She could see him now in the dim glow of the moonlight, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

He leaned on his elbow, his gaze locked on her, as she stroked his hard cock. He seemed to rumble as he shifted forward and she felt her panties glide away then his leg nudging at her thighs. She parted them as he prowled between her legs, his big body hovering over hers, his gaze still pinning her to the pillow. He ran his hand down her stomach and brushed her intimate flesh, his fingertips exploring the dampness of her folds. Then instead of slipping away again, this time his finger dipped inside… just a touch… and she moaned.

He pressed his hard cockhead to her opening, and she waited, breath held, wanting his invasion more than anything she’d wanted in her entire life.

His lips brushed her temple. “Say yes.”

She hesitated, just wanting to feel him deep inside her.

He drew back, his glittering gaze trapping hers once again.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she murmured, the word trailing in an almost hiss.

Then he thrust forward, his thick, hard cock invading her again. She cried out in joy, squeezing him as he surged deep inside her. His body pinned her to the bed and she clung to him, just like she’d wanted to when he’d made love to her against the stone wall in the dungeon.

“God, I want you so badly,” he said, clinging to her, holding her tight to his broad, muscular chest.

Then he drew back and pulsed forward. His cock filled her impossibly deep, its breadth stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched by another man. She tossed her head back against the pillow.

His lips found her neck and he nuzzled. “Tell me you want me, too.” As he said it, he drew back, his cock slipping to the edge, ready to pull all the way free of her body.

Desperate not to have him leave her, she scratched at his back, trying to pull him in again.

“Yes, I want you, too. Please.”

He smiled, then drove forward, filling her with a swirl of desperate need and wild delight. As he drew back again, she clutched him with her passage, trying to prevent his escape. Then he thrust forward again.

“Oh, God. It feels so good.” Her voice trembled, as if she was close to tears, and maybe she was. The sensations were so intense.

So good.

She stroked his naked ass. God his butt was so hard and compact. He pushed deep into her again and the muscles in that fine ass tensed under her hands.

She squeezed, loving the feel of the hard flesh in her grip. He groaned and thrust harder.

“Oh, God,” she cried.

He was so deep she could barely stand it. But she wanted him deeper still. She pulled his ass hard against her. He thrust deeper, then grabbed her knees and hooked them over his shoulders. When he thrust again, she gasped as he went impossibly deeper still.

“Oh, yes. I’m…”

His thrust stole her breath. She gripped his shoulders.

“I’m so close,” she continued, panting against his ear.

“Me, too, princess.” Then he thrust deep again.

As his big cock invaded her body again and again, she began to moan. He was so thick… so hard. Driving her pleasure higher and higher.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he thrust again, her tender passage stretched. She could feel him deep inside her.

“I’m going to come, baby. Are you with me?” he murmured against her ear.

She nodded, dizziness throwing her senses off balance, pleasure swelling inside her like a hurricane. Then she squeezed around him and the pleasure burst within her, propelling her over the edge, into a long, shattering freefall. She clung to him, as he continued pounding into her body, and wailed her release.

He groaned and thrust deep, his pelvis pinning her to the bed, and shuddered against her. Her mind twirled, her body melted. She dissolved into a vibrating mass of pure pleasure. Humming. Spinning. Expanding into an ecstatic vortex.

Then fading. She held him tight as she slowly returned to earth. Becoming conscious of the sound of their heavy breathing filling her ears. Of the feel of his heart pounding against hers.

She rested her head against him and sighed.

That was sensational.

And she didn’t want to think beyond that.

His arms tightened around her and his lips nuzzled her temple.

As she started to doze, she felt him roll to his side, then she felt herself pulled closer against him, her head resting against his chest, the steady beat of his heart soothing her. She sighed and faded off to sleep again.

* * *

Zane knew the moment Chelsea woke up. He’d been holding her close, her soft body snug against his. He was as close to heaven as it was possible to be.

She was his.

But as soon as she woke up, he could feel her body tense. She blinked her eyes at the bright sunlight streaming into the room—her long, dark hair, mussed around her face, glistening like a halo. Then she gazed up at him. Her brown eyes, flecked with gold, held a look of uncertainty that tore at his heart.

“Good morning,” he said.

Her cheeks flushed. “Hi.”

Silence fell between them, then she started to roll away, but he curled his arm around her and drew her back, preventing her escape.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, gathering her close to him.

“I should shower and… um… I could make breakfast.”

He smiled. “That’s very nice, but I’m not letting you go just yet.”

She gazed at him with wide eyes. For so long she had kept a distance between them, defying him at every turn, but now she looked vulnerable and confused.

“I think we should talk,” he said.

“Over breakfast?” she asked hopefully.

“No, right here.” He drew her tight to his body, her naked breasts pressing against his chest. So soft and… God, his cock ached as it swelled.

He kissed her, his lips moving on hers passionately, and though she resisted at first, soon she melted into the kiss. When he released her, her breathing was erratic and her expression dazed.

“What happened between us last night is real,” he said. “I wanted it. You wanted it. I want us both to be clear on that. Understood?”

“You’re talking to me like I’m a child.”

He smiled and his hand cupped her soft breast. The tight bud of her nipple spiked into his palm.

“Sweetheart, you’re a full grown woman. A fact I totally appreciate. Now tell me about your reservations so we can work this out.”

“I don’t know… when our parents died and you became my guardian.” She pursed her lips. “You took care of me.”

“And I want to keep on taking care of you. But not as your guardian.”

He kissed her neck, then nuzzled under her jaw. Satisfaction filled him as he heard her breathing accelerate. But she planted her hands on his shoulders and pressed him back.

Her expression filled with concern. “You know I don’t like being controlled, but that’s what you do.”

He stroked a wisp of hair from her face, gazing at her, his heart filled with love.

“Chelsea, I know you feel that’s what I’m doing, but I’m just being protective of you and looking out for your happiness. I’ve only ever meant the best for you. It’s not because I have an inherent need to keep you under my thumb.”

“This is just such a shock. When you first moved in here…to take care of me… why were you so cold?”

His heart ached as he realized how alone that must have made her feel.

He shook his head. “You were sixteen. I was ten years older and I wanted you so bad I could barely stand it. I had to keep a distance between us.”

* * *

Chelsea shivered as Zane brushed her cheek with his fingertips. The deep sadness in his intense blue eyes made her heart ache.

“I’m sorry if it caused you pain,” he said. “I never intended that. I just…” He shook his head. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Oh God, she wanted to pull him into her arms. To melt against him and tell him she would be his forever.

But could they really make it work? Could their relationship change from what it had been to… them being lovers?

Did she want it to change?

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he insisted.

“I… just don’t know what it will be like.”

His broad smile filled her with light.

“It will be intense and fulfilling.” He nuzzled her neck sending tremors through her. His hand glided up her stomach. “Exciting.” His hand cupped her breast and her nipple peaked. “Intoxicating.”

Oh, God, she believed him. It would be all those things… and more.

Her arms slid around his neck and she pulled him in for a kiss. As soon as his lips found hers, her resistance slipped away, and she lost herself in the kiss, knowing she would be his for as long as he wanted her.