Page 52 of Rebel Protector

“Didn’t want to wake you.” He pulled her closer, his arms encircling her waist. The quiet strength in his touch always grounded her, made her feel safe. Safe in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Possibly ever.

After everything they’d been through, after the way they’d connected earlier, she felt closer to him than ever. Like she could be herself, fully. Like hesawher, all of her, and didn’t turn away.

It still hurt that this was going to be their last night together, but she pushed that thought aside, buried it deep, because tonight was about them. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet.

Tonight, she wanted to lose herself in him—allof him.

She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him. She wanted to explore every part of him while she still had the chance.

Lying on top of him, she kissed the side of his neck, her lips grazing his skin, moving slowly, savoring the moment. His low hum of approval vibrated against her lips, sending warmth through her. Smiling, she trailed kisses down his chest, letting her tongue dart out every so often to taste him. His scent, the salty tang of the ocean still clinging to him, filled her senses.

Dom’s hand grasped her hair, gently guiding her down as her kisses moved lower. She followed the trail of dark hair down his chest, past his stomach, kissing every inch of skin along the way.

He was already aroused, and she took a moment to appreciate the entire glorious length of him. She doubted she’d ever experience anything so fine again.

He gazed at her—ready, his breath already coming in shallow huffs, even though they were only getting started.

With a teasing flick of her tongue, she licked the length of him and heard him curse under his breath. His hands tightened in her hair. Emboldened, she took him into her mouth, moving slowly at first, her hand following the same rhythm. She wasn’t in any hurry, not this time. She wanted to enjoy this—enjoyhim.

“Fuck, Becca,” he growled, his head falling back, eyes closing as she worked him deeper. She loved the sound of his voice, that rough, ragged edge that always came when he lost control.

His muscles tensed beneath her hands, his body reacting to every move she made, and it gave her a sense of power—knowing she could do this to him, that she could make him unravel with just a touch.

It wasn’t like the first time, when it had been fast and frantic, or the last time, when they’d clung to every moment afraid it might be their last. This was different.

It was slow. Intentional. It was about enjoying the moment, relishing every erotic sensation.

Becca moaned softly against him, and his hips lifted off the bed as he pushed deeper into her mouth. His hands fisted inher hair, but he wasn’t rough, just desperate, his breath coming faster, harsher.

“Shit, Becca... I—” He cut himself off with another groan, and she smiled, loving the way he was falling apart beneath her.

But before she could take him any further, Dom grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. She gasped, the sudden shift taking her by surprise, but it only lasted a moment before his mouth was on hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily, as if he couldn’t get enough.

Her heart pounded in her chest as his hands roamed her body, teasing her skin, exploring her curves with a reverence that made her breath hitch. His touch was firm, but gentle, as if he was rediscovering every inch of her, and she melted into it, intohim.

“You drive me crazy,” he rasped against her lips, his voice thick with want. “Now it’s my turn.”

Becca barely had time to breathe before his lips were trailing down her body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When his mouth found its place between her legs, she gasped and clutched the sheets beside her. His tongue moved over her with an agonizing slowness, each stroke deliberate, drawing every ounce of her pleasure from within. Each flick, every tease, felt like a promise—a slow burn that made her toes curl and her body arch toward him.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her back arching off the bed. He was taking his time, drawing her out, bringing her close to the edge, only to pull back before she could tip over.

It was maddening and delicious all at once, and she loved it. Loved the way he was making her feel, loved the way he wasplayingwith her.

She was lost in the sensations, her body a trembling mess beneath him, and still, he didn’t let up. His tongue moved withprecision, his lips teasing her, sucking just hard enough to make her gasp, to make her squirm under his touch.

The tension coiled inside her, like a wave threatening to crash over her, but he kept her there, hovering on the brink, making her whimper with need.

“Dom... please...” she begged, her voice a coarse whisper. She was so close, so ready, but he wasn’t letting her fall.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he released her, moving up her body until his face was hovering over hers. His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with something that made her breath catch in her throat. He didn’t say anything, but the look was enough to make her heart race.

You ready?he seemed to be asking, his gaze locking with hers.

She nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Hell, yeah.

She’d never been more ready.