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“Sorry?” he said, staring blankly at me. Suddenly he seemed to liven up. “Alicia... Don't be sorry. Don't you dare ever be sorry!”

  He hurried over to me, and it was the strangest thing. A smile seemed to spread across his face the closer and closer he came, so that by the time he sat down beside me on the bed he was grinning ear to ear.

  “What?” I asked, not having expected this reaction at all. “But the timing couldn't be worse! How can we be bringing a child into this world? What kind of life can we provide for him? Or for her?”

  Nol simply laughed, and shook his head. “No. No, don't think like that, Alicia. Don't think of this as a burden. This is a gift. The greatest gift a man could possibly ask for. We're going to have a baby, Alicia! You are going to be the mother of the first new Protector in a generation! Don't you understand what that means?”

  I felt the burden shifting from off of me. A sense of ease in my chest, the tension withering away. I felt radiant all of the sudden. Reassured, as I always did whenever the man I loved was around.

  “I guess that is pretty exciting,” I said, beaming at him, and for the first time I thought I understood what people meant when they referred to a pregnant woman as “glowing.” “I'm happy too,” I added. “I guess I just didn't know if you would be...”

  He beamed at me, and I felt the tears welling quickly in my eyes. I made no effort to hold them back.

  “I feel like the happiest man in the world,” he said softly to me, the warmth of his love flooding over me. “And don't worry about that other stuff right now. Our child will be loved, Alicia. And that's all that matters. I will make absolutely sure that it has everything it needs. That it's safe. That it's protected. And I swear on my life, I will make sure of the same thing for you as well.”

  Relief flooded over me. This had been the most worried I had been since the beginning of the journey– almost even more than I had been that first night after we left, certain that the Dark Ones would track us down and murder us before we'd even begun to flee.

  I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the tears stream down my face. Then I opened them again, to find his amber irises gleaming at me once more.

  “I love you,” I said in a desperate whisper to him, unable to contain the smile on my face.

  “I love you too,” he said back to me, his face more beautiful to me in that moment than it had ever been.

  He leaned in for a kiss, and I pressed my mouth hungrily into his. We held together for a long time, pressed that way romantically. Breathing one another in. My heart thudding in my ears. His fingers placed softly against the back of my neck.

  At long last the two of us separated, our mouths apart by mere inches, but our foreheads still pressed together. Our eyes still locked. Our nostrils flaring at one another.

  And suddenly I could feel it coming over me– that familiar longing. That familiar desire for him. For an intimacy that surpassed any other. A need to be had, to be taken by the man that was the father of my child.

  I leaned in, and kissed him again, more greedily this time. Pulling him into me by the neck. Biting gently on his lip as I sucked on that perfect mouth of his.

  He took the hint quickly, making me gasp as he put his hand on the small of my back, and pulled me sharply into him.

  He put his tongue in my mouth, and pushed it toward the back of my throat. He slid his hand up my blouse and caressed me through my bra, squeezing me tight, and then holding. He kissed my neck. He bit down into me, making my toes curl, and my spine tingle. He pulled his mouth gently up to my ear, and whispered into me, his warm breath causing sweat to erupt across my skin.

  “I think we should celebrate... Don't you?” he said, in a low, seductive voice.

  I whimpered with desire for him, but couldn't even speak. It was a struggle just to breathe, and finally I managed to give him a slow, feeble nod. Hoping he would recognize the burning, unspoken longing I felt for him in that moment.

  He seemed to have no trouble whatsoever picking up the hint I was laying down for him...

  A second later he was on top of me, his powerful weight holding me down against the bed, his hands and his lips all over me. He tore me out of my clothes in a frenzy of want, throwing my blouse and my jeans over the edge of the bed, and nearly ripping through the lace of my bra and panties with his teeth. I tore open his shirt and sent the buttons flying all across the room, then jerked him out of his pants and undies with a ferocity that was almost dangerous.

  Instantly he was back down on top of me again, burying me in his naked muscle, his long, hot cock rubbing sensuously up against my smooth, silky skin. The two of us tumbled around on the bed in a frenzy of desire, biting and tearing and clawing at one another, kissing and sucking and desperate to get as much contact as we could as our bodies heated up, and our mutual desire for one another became insatiable.

  I grabbed his cock in my hand and I began to pump him steadily in my fist, loving the drip of his pre-cum along my moving fingers, and the way he kept getting harder and harder in the depth of my embrace. Nol surprised me in turn by reaching up with one hand and squeezing my right breast. He bowed his head down against my chest and sucked back on the opposite nipple, then with his free hand he reached between my legs, and shoved his fingers up inside me.

  Instantly, I was in heaven.

  I screamed, and writhed, and moaned as he rubbed me off, the pleasure enveloping me at all angles, surging through my body like a drug.

  I couldn't think of anywhere in the world I would rather be, than in the captivity of this man's embrace. No one in the world knew how to touch me like this man did, in exactly the right places, at exactly the right moment.

  Spasms and shocks of utmost pleasure went surging through me, permeating every inch of my aching body. I felt so desperate to submit to him, to let him do whatever he wanted to me. As well as to try to give back to him even a fraction of such incredible pleasure to him in return.

  Somehow I managed to disentangle myself from the shackles of euphoria, and placed my hand on his chest, easing him back onto the bed. I seized his cock again and began to stroke him, placing my lips on his pectoral muscles, and kissing gently against his heart. I licked his nipple, and I drew my mouth further downward. I gave him several soft, gentle pecks along the center ridge of his six pack abdominals. Then I gently pulled back the skin of his cock, opened my mouth wide, and swallowed him up.

  Nol moaned with pleasure.

  His buttocks tightened, and his nuts pulled up against my lips as I began to suck him. His shaft throbbing against my cheeks. His tip throbbing in my mouth. His fingers tumbling through my hair, gently caressing me as I went down on him. I needed him so desperately in those moments. I craved this intimacy, this closeness between the two of us. No matter how many times we were together, I could never grow tired of the reassurance he gave me, every time he loved me. Every time he laid his hands on me. Every time he put himself inside me.

  He groaned as I sucked back hard on him one last time, throbbing dangerously between my lips. I had a brief, sudden urge to let him cum in my mouth, but thought better of him at the last second. The aching need between my legs was too great to ignore, and I didn't think I could wait for him to get hard again before my needs were satisfied.

  I pulled my mouth away from him with a sharp pop, which he seemed to ignore as he shivered on the bed beneath me. Then I drew my body over him, spreading my legs, easing myself toward him. His hands were on my ass before I'd even gotten halfway down, and I was more than happy to let him direct me.

  I let out a squeak as he eased his tip up between my lips, sliding his cock gently along my labia, and easing the first half inch or so inside me. Then he reached around, with one hand on my belly, and drew me down the remainder of the way onto him.

  I closed my eyes. My mouth fell open, and I threw back my head.

  He slid up inside me. Pushing me so slowly open. Stretching me out. Causing my heart to race as he filled me in deeper and deeper, adrenaline rac
ing through my body as I straddled him cowgirl style.

  My fingers curled against his solid stomach as at last he touched down inside me. The penetration was so deep, so severe in our current position, my g-spot lighting up like mad, the sensations flowing wildly throughout my entire body.

  “Oh fuck... Fuck... Fuck,” I gasped, and I loved the swaying of his hands across the front of my body, as he serenely savored the heat of being inside me.

  I felt so full. So blissful. So complete.

  And yet I wanted so, so much more of him.

  I eased my body forward. I drew my pelvis up along his, stretching myself around his cock. It was like a shot of heaven directly into my veins, the pressure an intense and beautiful thing.

  I began to ride him. To sway like a tree in the wind, rolling my belly along, drawing his hardness forward and back inside me. Each move was delicious. Each rise made me feel dizzy. Each fall made my body explode with sensations. Each idle moment left me hungry for more, and more, so that I had to keep on moving. I had to keep on going, faster and faster. Thrusting my body against him. Throwing my whole weight along his shaft as he drew me up and down in his embrace, his grunts of pleasure barely audible above my loud, steady stream of moans.

  Gradually he began to take control.

  He began to push up into me from the bed. Throwing his pelvis upward, driving his cock up into me just as I was coming down on him, maximizing the pressure as he hammered away at me in all the right places.

  “Oh, God!” I screamed, loving the sound of flesh clapping against flesh as his efforts grew more and more vigorous, and not sure how much longer I could remain upright on top of him.

  At last I simply had to give up the effort.

  I collapsed onto Nol's chest, falling into his arms, and let him take me over completely. His pelvis sprung almost violently up from the bed, burying his cock balls deep inside me, delivering a brutal pounding that echoed throughout the entire room.

  “Oh, fuuuuuuck!” I screamed, and things rapidly drew to a fever pitch. His chiseled ass clenching and unclenching as he shoved me full of his throbbing cock, penetrating me deeper and deeper from below with each beautiful movement, leaving me so weak, so mesmerized by the intensity of it that I couldn't even react.

  All I could feel was the blooming wave of pleasure. The radiance blooming between my thighs, coursing along my entire body, leaving me frozen, petrified in his embrace– and in that moment, there was nowhere in the world that I would rather be.

  And then, at last, I felt the rush of air through his lungs. Heard the desperate cry as he thundered to his limits and beyond them, and at last he couldn't stand it anymore.

  He launched himself up into me, and pulled my body down onto him with a brutal force, filling me one last time with every throbbing, glorious inch of his cock.

  My g-spot sang as his tip slammed into it.

  His muscles tightened around me, and mine around his, locking each other in place. Securing one another's sweat slicked forms, ensuring that neither of us went anywhere, as the pleasure flowed back and forth between the two of us, in a wicked, delirious circuit.

  I gazed into his eyes of amber. I watched him as he came inside me. He filled me with his hot, brilliant essence, spilling up into the chasm of my body, draining back down over himself as he continued to pulse over. To flood me. To send me spiraling over the edge with sheer, euphoric pleasure.

  I held onto him, with the intention of never letting go.

  A vicious storm of orgasm raced through me. It tore through my body. It pulled me apart, and crushed me into pieces. It boomed up from my legs and into my belly, to the tips of all ten fingers and toes. My breasts ached for him. My muscles spasmed brilliantly, again and again. Pleasure washing through me in places where I'd never even experienced sensation before now.

  Always this man seemed to find whole new ways of pleasing me, ways that I couldn't even imagine. I held and held up against him, shaking and spasming, a prisoner to such abundance, and in no hurry to know the end of it anytime soon.

  And then at last, when I could stand it no longer, I felt the whole world settling back into place around me. My nerves simmered down, and my heart continued to race, my eyes still wide open as I struggled to process all that I'd just experienced.

  Nol was still inside me. At that moment, I had no intention of removing him from within me, and I could tell by the way that he held me that he felt the same way. He reached up to my face, and pushed away a strand of sweat drenched hair that had become plastered to my eyes.

  “I'm so glad that you found me,” he whispered to me, his eyes seeming infinite as he gazed into my own.

  “I wake up every morning thankful that I did,” I said, never having expected that camera of mine to have changed my life in such a monumental way.

  I smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him. Our mouths dissolving slowly into one another, tongues pushing together, and everything in the world seeming perfect in that moment.

  Just then, suddenly, there was a loud banging on the far wall, like an angry fist being pounded against its surface. We jerked our heads up, both a little bit alarmed, and waited for a moment with baited breath– that is, until a familiar voice followed it up from the other side of the wall.

  “Not to be a creep or anything, but would you two lovebirds mind keeping it down a little bit? This is gonna get old fast if it becomes a regular occurrence...”

  Nol and I turned to look at one another, then suddenly burst out laughing.

  “Sorry brother! We'll try not to disturb you next time!” Nol shouted back to him. I couldn't control the fit of giggles that came over me, not as bothered as I felt I probably should be that Fri had just heard us.

  Still smiling, Nol reached down for the covers and pulled them up over our heads. Enveloping us in our own little world– a world that I never wanted to leave, where I found myself happier than anywhere in the universe. All thanks to my Protector, and the brilliant, tender warmth of his everlasting embrace.

  THE END

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  1

  I am sitting at home sipping my glass of Shiraz and nibbling on cheese and crackers. I roll my eyes as the credits roll to a romantic comedy that ended with a stereotypical happily ever after. I scoff. I don’t know why I watched it. I knew the ending would be made up of a predictable plot where the characters’ love is the most important thing in this world and completely outweighed any rational logic for what would happen after the credits stopped rolling.

  “Happily ever after,” I smirk. I know that there is no such thing. At least not when it comes to romance. Why did a woman need a man to make her life complete?

  What happened to self-esteem? To know that you don’t need the stereotypical bad boy to change overnigh
t and run off into the sunset with you? I always thought these movies would have a happier ending if right at the end when the man had “changed,” the woman laughed and told him it was only ever about sex and walked off into the sunset on her own.

  Cara, my best friend, would describe me as cynical. She would say it’s a defense mechanism – if I don’t believe in love and romance, then I don’t have to admit that it’s just never happened for me.

  I would describe myself as a realist. I just don’t think we’re programmed for monogamy, at least not long term. I have to agree with Cara on one point, though. It probably will never happen for me.

  I’m a twenty-seven-year-old forensic scientist working for the LAPD. I am smart. I can hold my own in situations that would turn most people’s stomachs. Yet, here’s the kicker: whenever I find myself with a man who I find attractive, I turn into a clumsy thirteen-year-old who can’t string together a sentence. I’m the one who will trip up, knock something over, or say something really awkward.

  One of my least disastrous recent dates, in fact, featured me getting so flustered when the guy bought me a bouquet that I managed to knock over the entire display of flowers, causing who knows how many dollars of damage. There went that week’s pay. Needless to say, I declined a second date.

  Maybe that’s part of the reason why I’m a cynic. Sorry, a realist.

  But I’m not heartbroken about it or anything. I have Bella, my adorable and loyal puppy, and right now, she’s the only housemate I want or need. She’s been my constant companion since the day I picked her up from the pound. With my crazy work schedule, she’s really the best partner I could ask for, and she doesn’t mind a good long run. I reach out and run my hand over Bella’s soft fur. She wags her tail and snuggles closer to my side.