Page 19 of Captured

“That’s it, sweet angel. Relax for me. Open yourself up like a vulnerable flower. I need to quench my thirst on your nectar.” He flicked his finger back and forth across my clit until it was overly sensitive before taking the tender tissue into his hot, wet mouth.

“Oh, God.” I eased onto one elbow, the vibrations coursing through me more powerful than ever. I tried to lift my knees, but it was no use. The man was so strong, so powerful and the hold he had over me was something I couldn’t deny any more than I could the attraction I had to him.

He growled his response, digging his fingers into the softness of my skin, ensuring that I would never get away from him. Everything about the man was sensual yet demanding, his needs unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

The moment he dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy, I threw my head back, studying the intense stars floating across the sky. How was that possible? Hadn’t I just been inside of a tent? I laughed at the ridiculous thought as I studied the Big Dipper, something I hadn’t allowed myself the time to do.

There was a rush of adrenaline flowing through me that ignited the deep core within the sheltered woman. He licked me tenderly, rolling his tongue up and down as if my mystery man had all the time in the world. I slipped into sweet bliss the moment he swirled his finger around my clit as he’d done before. But when he thrust two fingers past my swollen folds, I issued a sharp cry that I was certain everyone could hear.

“Good girl,” he muttered before burying his head into my wetness, adding a third finger, flexing them open. I was so tight, my pussy muscles aching as they stretched and clamped down over the slick invasion. I couldn’t think or breathe, my mind a wondrous blur of longing and satisfaction.

He was an expert in everything he did, but this… this was the most incredible thing of all. I clenched and tugged the sheet, my entire body shaking as he continued feasting. A few seconds later I lost it, the sweet relief of an orgasm tearing through me, another roar of fire licking at my insides.

I was alive and swelling with additional need, my sharp cries more muffled than before as a strangling feeling fell across my throat. He refused to let me go, using his tongue and his fingers in perfect orchestration, driving me to another state of euphoria where all time ceased to exist.

The single orgasm shifted into a beautiful wave, one so blissful and relaxing that I fell ever so slowly back to the comfort of the pillows.

As I slowly came down from the breathless moment, he kissed the inside of one thigh then the other before easing back, tugging the sheet up over my waist.

“Rest, my sweet angel. Soon, you’ll belong to me.”

I rolled over, fighting the urge to awaken when all I wanted was to return to my delicious dream. The scent of him lingered, staining my skin in a sweet yet strange moment of possession. I reveled in the imagery, although somewhere in my foggy brain I knew it was just a dream, a beautiful yet sinful moment that I couldn’t indulge or embrace in real life.

I opened my eyes, realizing the light of a new dawn had filtered in through the crack in the tent’s material, but I was far too comfortable to leave. My entire body ached and I wasn’t certain why. It felt as if I’d been touched, used, and kissed in the middle of the night, which was ridiculous. But even my lips felt swollen.

In the few precious seconds as a strange longing settled into my system, my hand slipping past the elastic of my shorts, I envisioned the man I’d dreamt about so many times. He was the one stalking me. He’d been the one standing outside in the darkness. Watching me. Hungering for me.

I was certain of it.

Or was I?

I slipped my hand into my pussy, shocked from the realization it was wet, so much so my inner thighs were sticky. Oh, God. I’d climaxed in the middle of the night. That had never happened before.

I laughed softly, slowly becoming fully awake, turning over and staring at the ceiling. I was certain the same man I’d felt stalking me had been inside the tent.

Watching.

Forever watching.

God. I had to be losing my mind. That was silly, so much so that I wanted to rip my hair out. Yet I could still feel his hot breath, hear his deep voice. Just thinking about him had me tingling all over again.

“You’re crazy, girl. Just nuts.”

Suddenly, the memory of Tyler’s disgusting advances tore away the delicious moment, pushing a wave of disgust and hatred into me.

The bastard.

What had he been thinking?

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, uncertain whether it was my obligation to tell Cara or not. She really liked the guy, even mentioning she thought she could be falling in love with him. Telling her would break her heart. But I owed it to her to let her know her knight in shining armor was a pig in disguise. How could he fondle me when he’d just had sex with my bestie?

Ugh.

The whole thing was as unsavory as anything I’d ever experienced.

I continued debating leaving the warmth of the soft bed when I heard a shrill scream.

What the fuck?

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