Page 54 of Deadmen's Captive

I smiled against her skin, letting my tongue glide over where I had just sucked. Paige quivered in my arms, a soft sigh slipping past her lips. My heart pounded in my chest, racing at her approval. I held her tighter, arms locked around her waist.

"How about this?" I whispered into her ear, my hands slowly sliding up from her waist to cup her breasts over the top of her tank top. She sucked in a sharp breath at the contact but didn’t pull away. My thumbs brushed lightly over the hardening peaks through the thin fabric and she shuddered against me.

“Oh...yes." Her voice was breathless, shaky.

A triumphant thrill shot through me at her confirmation. Desire stirred within me, quick and heated. But I pushed it down. Not yet. It wasn't time yet.

Steadying myself, I continued my exploration, fingers tracing the side of her neck, brushing loose strands of hair away to expose more of her skin to my lips. I kissed along the curve of her collarbone before moving down to the hollow of her throat.

Her fingers tightened around my wrists as a small moan escaped from between her parted lips. My body hardened at the sound, my control teetering on the edge.

"Paige," I groaned into her skin, "You're driving me crazy."

"Tristan..." She twisted in my arms to look up at me, her wide eyes full of something that made my heart pound in my chest. Desire? Yes, but there was something else too. Trust.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, willing the tension out of my shoulders as I looked into her eyes. "Paige?"

She just blinked at me for a moment before she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. I leaned down slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn't move. So I brushed my lips against hers lightly at first before deepening it. She tasted sweet and innocent which only drove me wilder.

She moaned into my mouth as I pulled her closer to me with one hand pressed against the small of her back while the other tangled in her hair gently tugging on it. She pressed herself against me and I groaned at the feel of her pushing her hips against my now rather hard cock. What I wouldn’t give to lift her up onto that table and eat out that sweet pussy again before fucking her so hard anyone still left in the art department would come running at her screams.

I pulled away, my heart racing, and smiled down at her. “We need to go before I do something really inappropriate.”

She nodded, but I caught a flash in her eyes that made me think she might actually have been up for that. I grinned to myself. Something to keep in mind for another time perhaps.

"So...pizza?" she asked, a slight blush colouring her cheeks.

I chuckled lightly. "Yes, pizza."

"We should eat at Antonio's," she suggested softly as we left the art room, her fingers lightly scratching at my arm.

"Antonio's? That's miles away."

"But their pizza is the best." She made a face at me.

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself grinning in response. "Alright then. Antonio's it is."

Her face lit up with joy and my heart did a strange flip within my chest. This woman was going to ruin me and she didn't even know it yet.

"Ready?" I asked, gesturing towards the door.

She nodded and we made our way outside, Paige pausing to grab her jacket and to make sure the department doors shut properly, the automatic lock clicking into place. As we stepped out of the building into the chilly evening air, Paige wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. My protective instinct kicked in and without thinking I draped my arm around her shoulders pulling her close to me for warmth. She nestled under my arm, her own snaking around my waist in a possessive gesture that had me grinning. It was the first time she’d done that since I started walking her home, and it felt amazing.

"Tristan," Paige's voice sliced through the silence, "I... really appreciate you doing this." Her words, hesitant yet sincere, caught me off guard. I could feel her eyes on me even as I kept mine fixed ahead.

“Taking you for pizza?”

“For walking me home every night. I… I never liked walking by myself, especially now it’s getting dark. I always felt like I was being followed.”

I grinned down at her. “You know that was Bast right? The guy in the mask.”

She glared up at me, and squeezed at my waist in a vicious tickle. I laughed and jerked away.

"Hey!”

“He scared the shit out of me, Tristan.”

“I’m sorry, I truly am. It's tradition. Normally the girls who apply to be part of the club know what’s going on. The masks, the following, yes it’s us checking them out to see who would be the best fit, but it’s also supposed to be flattering for them, they know they’ve reached a certain stage in the interview process, shall we say.”

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