All Chapters of BEAUTY AND THE BODYGUARD: DANGEROUS DESIRE BOOK 2: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nancy’s POVHis erection sprang free, thick and hard and intimidating in its size.The head was flushed dark, glistening with precum. I could see him throb, could see how desperately hard he was.I remembered what it had felt like in my mouth this morning. The weight of him on my tongue. The way he'd pulsed when he came.Now I was going to feel all of that inside me.The thought made me clench with anticipation and just a little bit of nervousness.He was big. Really big.Bigger than my ex had been. Bigger than the toys I'd experimented with when I was alone.Would he fit? Would it hurt?But I pushed those worries aside.I wanted this. Wanted him.And I trusted him to make it good."Zade," I said again, his name coming out as a needy whine. "Please. I need you inside me. Now.""So impatient," he observed, but there was approval in his tone. Satisfaction that I wanted him this badly.He gripped himself with one hand, his other still holding one of my thighs up and spread wide.Then he

Nancy’s POVI felt devastatingly empty without him, a hollow ache blooming deep inside where he had filled me so completely only moments before.Our combined releases slid slowly out of me, warm and slick, coating my thighs in a messy, intimate reminder of everything we’d just done.Zade rolled to the side with a satisfied grunt, but he didn’t go far. His strong arms immediately pulled me with him, tucking me flush against his chest so my head rested on his shoulder, my cheek pressed to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.One of my legs draped over his hip, our bodies tangled like we couldn’t stand to be apart even now. His skin was hot, damp with sweat, and I could feel the faint tremble in his muscles—the aftershocks of his release still rippling through him.For a long while, we simply lay there in comfortable, sated silence. Our breathing gradually slowed, syncing together in the quiet dark of the room.His large hand stroked up and down the length of my back in slow, soothing moti

NANCY'S POVI woke slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves.For a moment, I was disoriented. The light streaming through the windows was wrong—too bright, wrong angle.This wasn't my room.Then the memories of last night flooded back.Zade. His hands. His mouth. His body moving in mine. The countless times he'd made me come. The way he'd possessed me completely, marked me, claimed me.My body ached in the most delicious way. Muscles I didn't know I had were sore. My thighs felt shaky. Between my legs, I was tender from being thoroughly used.And there were marks. I could feel them without even looking. Love bites on my neck. Fingerprint bruises on my hips. The pleasant soreness that came from being taken by someone who didn't hold back.I smiled, stretching languidly in Zade's bed, the silk sheets cool against my naked skin.Then I registered the sensation that had actually woken me.Heat between my thighs. Wetness. Pressure.And pleasure. Intense, building pleasure.My eyes f

NANCY'S POVI stepped closer to the mirror, examining the evidence of last night with a mixture of shock and something that felt dangerously like pride.Dark purple love bites decorated my neck like a necklace. Some small, some larger. Some almost black in their intensity. He'd been systematic about it, marking one side of my neck thoroughly before moving to the other.I remembered when he'd done it. Early in the night, after the second time we'd made love. He'd rolled us so I was beneath him, had brushed my hair aside, and had proceeded to mark my throat while his hand worked between my legs."I want everyone to know you're taken," he'd growled against my skin. "Want everyone to see these marks and know that someone has claimed you."At the time, I'd been too lost in pleasure to fully process what he was saying. Now, looking at the results, I felt heat flood through me.The marks continued down to my collarbone. More love bites, some darker than others, creating a trail that disappea

NANCY'S POVAfter breakfast, after we'd finished the casual meal that felt anything but casual given what we'd done last night, I stood up from the table.Zade watched me with those intense eyes that made my stomach flutter."I think I'm going to spend the day in the library," I said, trying to sound normal despite the way my pulse was racing just from being near him. "I need something to occupy my mind.""Do you?" Zade asked, standing as well. "And what exactly has your mind so occupied that you need distraction?"The knowing tone in his voice made heat flood my cheeks."Just... general things," I said vaguely."Mmhmm. General things." He stepped closer. "Nothing to do with last night, I'm sure.""Zade," I glanced toward the house, worried Maria might appear. "We're in public.""We're on a private terrace. And Maria's in the kitchen."Before I could respond, his hand wrapped around my wrist and he was pulling me.Not toward the house. Toward the side of the terrace, around the corner