The Bodyguard's Temptress

Chapter 19

Natasha

I wake up with the biggest smile on my face. Knox and I really had s*x last night, and it was the best I've ever had.

Twisting around in his arms, I find him still asleep. I gently stroke his stubble, loving the way his hair brushes against my fingers. The warmth of his body envelops me, and the weight of his arm draped over my waist makes me feel secure and cherished. It feels so right to be lying next to him, both of us naked and entangled in each other's arms.

I plant a kiss on his lips, savoring the softness and slight stubble against my lips. His eyes slowly open, revealing a mixture of sleepiness and a hint of amusement. "Mornin', babygirl," he breathes, his morning breath somehow still delicious.

I can't help but smile. "Good morning, Daddy."

A lopsided grin spreads across his face, lighting up his features in a way that melts any lingering morning grogginess. It's surreal to see my grumpy guardian angel so happy. Especially because of me.

"Your p***y sore? I know I might've been a little rough," he asks, his voice low and husky, searching my body for any signs of discomfort in the early morning light filtering through the windows. I glance down, noting his love marks scattered across my skin. I f*****g love them; they're a visible reminder that I'm all his.

My lips quirk up mischievously. "Maybe not rough enough."

I could tell he was holding back last night. It was our first time so I understand, but I want to know what it feels for him to take me exactly the way he wants.

Surprisingly, Knox only hums in amusement. "I can always fix that."

Desire slams back into me, and I immediately need more of him. As if he can read my mind, he asks, "You need more, baby?" I nod feverishly. "Good, because I need it too. Climb on top of me."

My eyes widen. "Y-You want me to-"

He raises an eyebrow. "Ride my c**k? Yes, Natasha. I very much f*****g want that. I've fantasized about it for too long."

Holy s**t. Am I ever going to get used to him speaking to me this way?

He smacks my ass when I don't move fast enough. "Now."

Bracing my hands on his chest, I slowly sink down on his length, shuddering as he stretches me to fit him. My stomach tightens as I watch him watch me, his eyes burning with grey flames of desire. It's an intoxicating feeling to watch a man like him unravel for me.

"That's it. You're doing so well," he purrs. "Look at your p***y swallowing me."

He just lies there, allowing me to impale myself on his length at my own pace. His muscles grow taut, like it's taking all his willpower to hold back. Once he's seated balls-deep inside me, I whimper at how full I am.

"You feel so f*****g good." His voice sounds strained now. "Ride Daddy's d**k. I can hardly restrain myself from f*****g you, but I want you to take your pleasure first."

My core clenches at his words. The feeling of his hard, muscular body beneath me only turns me on more. I'm f*****g delirious with lust as I bounce on his length, my broken moans echoing through the room.

"f**k! That's it! You're so beautiful, so goddamn perfect," he growls, his fingers pressing harder into my hips. His expression shifts to something more intense, and as I bounce up on his c**k, he shoves me back down it.

"Knox," I cry out, clawing at his chest, drawing blood. A feral growl rumbles up his chest in response, a sound so f*****g hot, it nearly sends me over the edge.

Knox sits up, and with his arms around me, scoots back until his back hits the headboard. His eyes are on me the entire time. "You trust me, babygirl?" I nod, wiggling my hips to force him, but he only tightens his hold. "I want you to listen to your body. If anything about what I'm about to do makes you panic in any way, you will tell me to stop. I will not be disappointed by us stopping, but I will be angry with you for disregarding your own needs. Understood?"

"Okay, Daddy," I respond softly.

He searches my face for only a moment before his fingers entangle in my hair and he yanks my head back, tightening his hold as he thrusts into me. I know what he was afraid of, but I'm perfectly content with him f*****g me like this. I don't know if it's just because I'm on top or not, but I feel in control, whether he's actually the one doing all the work or not.

My heartrate climbs as he thoroughly f***s me. I can feel my orgasm coming, a ball of heat in the pit of my stomach that threatens to rip through me.

With my throat exposed to him, he sucks my skin into his mouth. His thrusts increase until I'm nearly screaming at how hard and good he's pounding into me Suddenly, I feel my legs shake. I grab his chin and bring his face to me, needing his lips. Our kisses are sloppy, deep, so filled with lust, I can't breathe. Tears pool in my eyes at how intense all of this feels.

I release a silent sob and Knox pulls away to search my face. "What's wrong?" he whispers.

"Please don't stop. It feels so good," I say with tears streaming down my face.

"You sure?"

I nod. "Yes, Daddy. I just want to come on your d**k. Please let me come," I plead, desperation in my words.

He smirks. "How could I ever deny you, my sweet little temptress?"

His pace quickens, and within seconds, we're climaxing together. His groans mingle with my cries as his c**k spasms inside me and fills my core for the second time. Our bodies tremble together, both of us breathing heavily.

I rest my head against his chest. "Wow," I pant, basking in the afterglow with his arms still around me, one hand stroking my back. The room is heavy with the smell of sweat and s*x. I feel safe, cared for. Loved, almost.

Knox presses a kiss to my shoulder before releasing his hold, his c**k slipping out of me. He stands up and starts striding to the bathroom, his muscular ass flexing with each step. "Let's go shower so I can make you breakfast," he says in a gentle voice.

Unease gnaws at my stomach as I stare at him. What if this thing between us doesn't last? What if after this threat to my safety passes, he doesn't want me anymore? I feel like he isn't the type to play games, but he also previously rejected me.

"What's on your mind, babygirl?" he murmurs, leaning against the wall beside the bathroom door, his expression soft yet attentive.

"You won't regret this, right?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I know it's probably a stupid question, but I can't help it.

His eyes furrow with understanding. "You're my woman now, Natasha. I'll never regret anything between us, except of course, not finding a way to make you mine sooner."

Okay. 'My woman' might just be my new favorite endearment from him.

My pulse quickens, warmth spreading through my chest. "Y-You mean that?"

"Have I ever not meant something I've said to you?" he counters, tilting his head slightly.

I ponder for a moment and shake my head. "I guess not."

He chuckles lightly, the sound rich with affection. "Enough talking. I can hear your stomach growling from here. I need to bathe and feed you before I end up trapping you in this room with me all day."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," I tease, a smirk tugging at my lips.

"Babygirl" he growls in warning.

I giggle. "Okay, okay. I'm coming."

I scurry off the bed and follow him to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. The hot water cascades down, steam rising around us and clouding the shower door. Before stepping in, he carefully covers his cast with a waterproof sleeve. "Can't wait until I don't have to wear this s**t anymore," he grumbles under his breath.

My stomach tightens inexplicably. It's probably because I know his injury is somehow connected to me. "How much longer do you have to wear it?" I ask, trying not to sound too curious.

"A few weeks. Just until the swelling and inflammation goes down," Knox replies.

He gestures for me to turn around and begins washing by back. "Will you ever tell me what really happened?" I inquire, hoping for a different response this time.

There's a pause before he answers. "No."

My frustration flares up. "Is this how our relationship is going to go? You keeping secrets from me all the time?" I grit out.

It isn't fair. I'm not a f*****g child.

"If I find it necessary to," he asserts firmly before I can continue. "And it's not because I'm trying to treat you like a child or any less than my equal. The world we both inhabit is filled with darkness, and you've already endured things that should never have happened. That won't happen when you're with me. I'll fiercely protect what's mine from any form of pain."

My throat clogs with emotion. I guess I can't argue with that.

I let Knox wash me in silence, pondering over his cryptic statement. What does he mean 'any form of pain'? And what the hell does that have to do with his hand?

"Can you wash my back, babygirl?" Knox asks, distracting me from my thoughts.

I bite my lip. "Of course," I mutter, grabbing a cloth and gently lathering soap over his broad back. As I do, a wave of desire slams into me, my body igniting with a fiery need. When I finish with his back, I decide to wash the rest of his body for him.

I want to take care of my...man.

It's a mistake because by the time I'm done, my p***y has a heartbeat of its own. Teasingly running my hand down his chest, I reach his erection that's bobbing up and down in front of me. I brush my thumb across the crown, smearing his pre-c*m.

He groans. "Behave, babygirl. I'm trying to give your p***y a break."

I literally can't. Has he seen himself?

I wrap my hand around his c**k, moaning as I feel him throb from my touch. His palm fists my hair, tugging my head back to meet his dark, hungry gaze. He crashes his lips to mine greedily, taking what's his. I moan into his mouth as our kiss deepens, our tongues battling for dominance.

He lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around him and presses my back against the shower door. "f**k, I can't get enough of you," he murmurs, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

"f**k me again, Daddy. Please. I need you," I moan, reaching down to align his c**k with my entrance.

He smirks against my lips before slamming into me.