His to Protect: Book 1 in the Bound to Him Series by Sandra Antoni (the reading list TXT) 📗

“Chelsea, I knew that one day I would find you. I knew that one day, I would find my mate. The woman meant to be with me. I wanted everything to be pure for you. If I had brought another woman here, it would have defiled what I wanted to have with you. I love you,” he said, then his lips were on mine.

His hands slid over my shoulders and down my back. My hands went to his chest. I did not even realize that he had moved us into the water until the spray landed against my skin. It startled me, and I broke the kiss. Zeke pulled me to the center of the room and under the rainfall shower head.

He worked his hands through my hair until it was completely wet, then he reached for a bottle of shampoo. His eyes never left mine as he worked the shampoo into my hair. When he was finished, he backed me into the water once more.

When my hair was completely rinsed, he reached for a cloth and some shower gel. Then he started at my neck and washed every inch of my body. His touch against my skin sent shivers through me, and when he circled the cloth around my breasts, my knees went weak.

I felt my pussy clenching in anticipation, and I knew that I was already so wet for him. He moved the cloth down my belly and dragged it slowly between my legs, rubbing over my clit. My breath hitched, and I heard the whimper that escaped my lips. My eyes were still locked with Zeke’s and he smiled when he heard it.

My hands gripped his shoulders as he knelt in front of me and washed both of my legs. Then he lifted one foot at a time and ran the cloth over each of them. When he was standing again, he pulled me under the water once more.

His hands stroked over my skin, and a shiver ran through my body at his touch. Then he surprised me by leading me to one of the benches and pushing me down onto it. He stepped back under the water and then he washed his hair and body.

I had been eager to run my hands over his body in the same way that he had done mine, but watching him this way had my pussy dripping in anticipation. He was like a demi-god, all firm and muscular. My eyes roamed over his hard chest and broad shoulders, and I watched every inch of skin as he washed it.

My eyes landed on his cock that had been standing at attention since the moment he took his clothes off in the bedroom. My mouth watered, and I could not keep my tongue from running over my lips. I wanted to taste him again. My eyes moved back up to his, and I found him watching me with an amused grin.

When he had the soap rinsed, he walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. The head of his cock was right in front of my face, and I reached out and wrapped my fingers around him. I heard his sharp inhale of breath, and then I leaned forward and drew him into my mouth.

His fingers went into my hair, drawing me closer. His cock was so thick, and it took a moment for my mouth to adjust. I took him into my throat as far as I could, with my hand still working his base. My other hand reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him close.

I had never really enjoyed this part of oral sex before. Ex-boyfriends in the past had seemed to expect it and so I did it. But I just could not get enough of Zeke. The moans he made had my pussy soaked, and I loved that I could do this for him. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.

When he tried to pull away, I dug my fingers into his ass to keep him in place. His fingers clenched in my hair.

“If you don’t stop, Chelsea, I am going to come down your throat,” he said in a strained voice. Just the sound of his voice brought out a groan, and it reverberated around his cock.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Turning my eyes to watch his face, I took him deep in my throat and sucked all the way up his length. His hips began to rock, and his cock slammed even deeper down my throat than I had thought was possible.

I let him take over control, and he began thrusting in and out of my mouth with an increasing speed. Sucking up his length each time he pulled out, I let him fuck my mouth. When I felt his cock thicken, thick ropes of his seed shot down my throat, and I swallowed everything he gave me, sucking every last drop from him.

With his hands still gripping my hair, he pulled me from the bench and his lips crashed down on mine. One of his hands went to my breast, and I gasped when he pinched my nipple. I moaned against his mouth and then his other hand traced down my waist.

When his finger slipped inside of me, I gripped his shoulders, holding on to him for support. His finger pumped into me and his other hand palmed my breast as his tongue searched and teased my mouth. Shivers raced through me and my whole body was aware of his touch. Heat pooled in my core, and my body felt alive.

Before I knew what was happening, his lips left mine and his fingers pulled out of me. He pushed me back down on the bench. Then he reached for my shoulders and gently pushed me down on my back across the bench.

He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it onto the bench, bent at the knee.