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“Because, sweetheart,” I whisper, “I won't let it.”

Somehow, I've become entangled in a situation far beyond what I ever anticipated, all because of a woman whose presence in my life spans merely seven days. Yet the timeframe is irrelevant. There's an undeniable pull, a unique quality about her that beckons me, convincing me she's worth every ounce of danger that shadows her.

A surge of protectiveness, a sensation that has lain dormant within me for what feels like an eternity, courses through my veins. Yielding to this rare impulse, I draw her closer, my embrace tightening ever so slightly. My arms become her shield, a barrier against any conceivable threat that dares to come too close.

Kristine exhales, as if exhausted, and she cuddles up to me. At first, her crying is quiet, but soon, I press her to me as her body shakes.

“You're safe with me,” I promise, my tone resolute yet gentle.

Kristine's eyes search mine, a glimmer of vulnerability flickering in their olive depths. “Why? You don't even know me.”

I can't help but let a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, hopeful and firm. “We can change that, Kristine. We have all the time in the world to learn about each other.”

Her smile, delicate yet profound, pierces through the layers that guard my essence, as if on a quest for authenticity within the depths of my being. I hold her gaze, unwavering and transparent, my resolve mirrored in my eyes.

The declarations that left my lips carry a weight beyond the silence of the night. They are the tangible expressions of my sincere commitments, spoken not just to be heard, but to be felt and held as true.

Our truth.

That Kristine's life has become enmeshed with a man whose madness knows no bounds, a man driven by control and corruption, and I'm fiercely resolved to be her sanctuary. Her shelter from the storm of his tyranny. That time holds no sway over the depth of my commitment.

This is our truth—he's obsessed with dominating her, and I'm equally consumed with protecting her.

Unexpectedly, her body moves, and her mouth seeks mine, causing my lips to respond in kind.

I kiss her without hesitation, allowing her perfume to permeate everything as she settles in.

It is no longer tears that quicken her breathing but our kisses, salty and sweet tasting at the same time. It's her tongue tangling with mine. Her legs settling into my sides as she climbs over my hips, causing her brown leather skirt to ride up her thighs with her movements until her heat rubs against my cock.

It's insane, but I understand. It's a primal need.

Food, security… sex.

Rushed hands undo the buttons of my shirt. I push her skirt up until I feel the satin of her panties brush my fingers. She unzips my pants, releasing my aching erection. I roll on a condom.

Kristine stands over me, looking at me longingly as she wiggles her underwear over her hips and down her legs.

Her eyes flutter shut as I push deep inside her, feeling the tightness surrounding my cock. She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders, holding on tightly as she adjusts to the sensation of being filled.

Her body trembles slightly underneath mine, and I can feel her muscles contracting around me, pulling me closer. It's a feeling unlike anything I've experienced before—raw, primal,urgent.

We groan in harmony. The gentle pressure urges her against me, and I feel the heat of her body against my chest.

My free hand brushes through her long, dark hair, feeling the silkiness of it slide between my fingers. Rolling her tresses around my hand, I gently tug, exposing her neck.

My lips graze, sucking, licking, and kissing as I pull her closer, my hand trailing down to cup her ass.

Kristine rocks her hips, back and forth, moaning as my hands move up her body. I pull her shirt off so I can lick her breasts.

All the while, she repeats my name over and over again. Like a plea, or perhaps like a prayer for protection. While I pray for redemption, that I can keep her, that I can save her.

I savor her, enjoying the dazzling beauty that she is and silently promising myself that nothing and no one will ever harm her again.

“Ethan…”

I don't know how I'll stop it, but I know that when I set a goal, nothing stops me from achieving it, and right now, her protection is all that matters.

CHAPTER SIX

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