Possession: Immortal Protectors, Book 3 ((Immortal Protectors)) by H.M. McQueen

weaken if away from the other too long. As a matter of fact, what you're feeling right now is normal, it's imperative that we...bond, and soon. We must touch, be in contact regularly, otherwise we’ll deteriorate, lose our ability to think clearly. Physically it's torture, but mentally, it's worse.”
    “I can’t afford that.” Her voice hiked. “My job requires me to remain sharp.”
    “Obviously I can’t either,” he told her, his voice dull.
    “Can we compromise?”
    “How?”
    “After we finish, here." When he looked to the bed, Fallon actually blushed. "You can move into one of the guest cottages on the property. We can meet every morning as you leave for work and I return home. To…er to touch or something.”
    “What exactly do you mean by touch?”
    “It has to be intimate.”
    “What?” She glared at him. “This crap just keeps getting better. Can’t we do something else?”
    “Like?”
    “Hell, I don't know, how about if we hold hands?”
    “Hold hands?” He stared at her, eyebrows raised. “That’s not intimate.” He exhaled sharply. “Last night, it didn't seem to be such a stretch to be intimate."
    He had a point, yet her choice was taken. "I had a choice."
    Flat eyes met hers. "A kiss may suffice. I've never been through this either.”
    “Is this why Wendy flings herself at Kieran every morning?” she asked.
    Fallon shook his head. “No, they actually love each other.” He leaned forward in the chair opposite hers, but didn’t move to touch her. “Can we try what I’m suggesting?”
    Not feeling she had a choice she nodded.
    "Come here."
    Tonia trembled at the husky request, her mouth opened to allow air into her lungs. Lifting from the chair her body detached from her brain, it would not be denied.
    The Protector waited for her to near, and then he stood and pulled his sweater off over his head, eyes on hers, he began to remove his pants. Tonia shook, but began to undress as well. If he wanted to keep it clinical, then she would do the same. If this were just a fuck to ensure they would remain sharp, then she'd take that. Use him.
    Fully nude they both stood facing each other, neither wanted to give in first, which she found almost comical, if not for the damn thick erection between his legs she'd swear he wasn't turned on. A drop of cum appeared from tip and glistened. Good, he wanted her just as badly.
    Fallon took her hand and pulled her to him, his mouth crushed hers and she grabbed his butt, her nails digging into the plump orbs. A deep moan came from deep in his throat, the rumble in his chest vibrated into her.
    With quick motions, he lifted her and rushed to the bed.
    "Fuck me.” Tonia grabbed his cock and guided it to her, irritated when he pulled back.
    "No." His breathing was fast, his chest expanding with each breath, but his movements were slow, his lips pressing kisses down her throat until finally closing over her nipple. When he sucked it into his mouth with force, she arched into him.
    Her core pulsed with yearning. "I-I need you now." Once again she reached between them, but he grabbed her hands and held them over her head. 
    "No."
    Helpless to move as his large body pressed over her, Tonia closed her eyes and lifted her hips grinding into him. The friction helped.
    With one hand holding hers in a tight bond, Fallon moved the other between her legs.  His darkened eyes bore into hers. "I want to make love, not fuck."
    A smart response stuck in her throat when he began to caress her now throbbing center with his thumb while slipping a finger into her.  She opened her mouth for him taking his tongue into her mouth with greed.
    At the precipice of release, her body strung so tight, Tonia cried out.  The nudging between her legs could only mean he would finally enter her.  For fear he'd stop, she wrapped a leg around his thigh. "Please."
    "Yes!" She cried out when he finally thrust in, stretching her, filling her completely.
     
    The bedding around them