The Bodyguard | [Finished Not Edited | +18]

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Valentino's Pov:

Do you want me to go?
Angel, let’s pretend, for a moment, you didn’t have a complete meltdown after what happened to your father.” I carefully word my statement and consider my next. The last thing I need is to spin her right back through her trauma. “I don’t know that you have it in you to kill someone unless they are actively trying to hurt you.”

She tucks her chin, her eyes taking on an accusatory glint. “Or you. I’d fight to protect you too.”
Well, fuck. Something hot slides through my chest. I curl my hands around her hips and pull her tight against me.

“Don’t say shit like that, Angel, or I’m going to bend you over the bed and make you scream for me.”
She gulps, her throat working, as she tries to school her features. Except she’s not sure where we stand—which makes two of us. I can see in her eyes how much she wants me, and it makes my blood boil with my contained need for her. However, I have to keep her safe, and pushing her too fast or too soon won’t help her ease back into our life together.

That’s all I want.
To go back to when she looked at me like I was the sun she revolves around. Now, every glance is a big fucking question mark in my head.
I knead my hands around to her ass, squeezing the firm globes in my palms. Fuck, she feels good like this. Nothing much to hide her body from me except my own shirt.

Her eyes flash to mine, still full of questions but also the lingering heat that always exists between us. No matter what has happened between us, she still wants me, and I have no intention of keeping my hands to myself.

I clench my fists tight, letting my need for her roll through me. Things are different now. I need to be careful with her. Slacking this feeling is something I’ll have to handle on my own. She’ll only get the pleasure.

I scoop her up by the ass and skim my mouth up her neck even as she lets out a tiny squeak of surprise. Her breath fans against my ear, and her arms wrap around my neck to keep herself steady. God, every fucking time, I forget how perfectly she fits in my grasp.

“Angel, if you aren’t up for this, tell me now so I can walk away. Otherwise…” I trail off, letting her imagination fill in the blanks.

“I don’t want to stop,” she says against my cheek and clutches me tighter.
That’s my girl.

I gently set her on the bed. She unwinds from around my neck and uses her hands to scoot backward from the edge. I spend a minute looking at her, all her pale soft skin and gleaming eyes. Everything in her face, from the clench of her jaw to the heavy gulp she takes as her gaze glides down my body, says she wants me as much as I want her right now.

“Lie back, Angel. I want you to touch yourself for me.”
Her eyes fly wide, skimming back up to mine. Then her body flushes pink from her cheeks to her knees, and I clench my fists again, needing the ache in my hands to keep me from climbing on the bed after her. “Touch yourself for me. Part your cunt and show me how wet you are.”

The gulp she gives me is loud enough that even I can hear it, but then she slides her hand over her belly, between her thighs, and into her panties. I reach up, grab the lace, and tug them down her legs. “Open for me. Let me look at you. You’ve been feeling guilty about leaving. Let this assuage some of that guilt.”

Her fingers glide through her pussy, and she lets her thighs splay wide open so I get a look at everything. “That’s not fair, using sex like that.”

I lean over on the bed, bracing my hands to bring my face low enough I can smell the soft musk of her arousal and the scent of my soap on her skin. “When did I ever say I play fair? Now stop teasing and touch yourself like I would.”