Page 67 of Deadmen's Captive

Paige drew a sharp breath, her eyes closing as her fingers traced over her body. I watched, captivated as she teased her clit with slow, circling motions, her lips parted in a soft gasp. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple. Her movements were tentative at first, unsure, but as the pleasure started to build up inside of her, she grew bolder.

Her hips began to rock against her hand while the other kneaded at her breast. The intimate sight had my cock throbbing painfully against my jeans.

"Harder," I commanded and she flinched in surprise before complying.

"Good girl," I whispered huskily, my gaze locked on the wetness glistening between her thighs. A fine tremor ran through her body as she pressed harder against her clit, a small whimper escaping from between her parted lips.

"Bast," Paige gasped out suddenly, her body tensing up.

"Yes?"

"Bast…" She said my name again, louder this time as if calling me for help. "I... I think..."

"You're close," I said. "Let go, Paige. Let me see you come all over your fingers."

She moaned at my words, and her body tensed even further, her fingers working more frantically against her slick heat. I watched as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds that wanted to escape from her throat.

"Paige," I said, my voice taking on a stern tone. "I want to hear you. I want to hear your pleasure."

That seemed to be the final push she needed because a second later, she cried out, her hips bucking against her fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her body. The sight of her coming undone like this was indescribable.

Raw. Intimate. Beautiful. And so fucking erotic.

Her hands fell away from her body and she lay there panting heavily. Her face was flushed and there was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. She looked spent, but absolutely beautiful.

I reached out and gently stroked the side of her face with my thumb. "You're beautiful when you come, Paige."

She blushed, and tried to close her legs, suddenly shy, but I took hold of her ankles, standing and pulling her around so her legs were hanging off the bed.

“Oh, no, we aren’t done yet, Paige.”

I knelt between her legs, inches from her soaked pussy, and unzipped my trousers. I pulled out my cock, so hard it was fucking painful, and fisted it slowly.

“Bast?” she sounded unsure.

“Such a good little slut, and such a dirty whore. You’ve made a real mess of yourself, Paige. Good job you have me to clean you up.” With that, I leaned forward and licked from her entrance to her clit. Her back arched and she cried out.

“That’s my good little whore. Now, hold still.”

Chapter Twenty Nine

PAIGE

Bast’s mouth fastened around my clit, sucking gently and I gasped for breath, gripping at my bed covers for some kind of stability. What was happening to me, I wondered dimly. I was supposed to be a good girl, the perfect wife, and here I was being pleasured by a man I barely knew. He licked all over my pussy, cleaning up my cum from before and the very idea of it had me panting.

He reached up, grabbing my hand and pulling it down between my legs.

“Touch yourself again,” he ordered, guiding my fingers to my clit as he slid his tongue inside me.

The sensation of his tongue and my fingers working in tandem was beyond anything I could ever imagine. Heat surged through me, pooling in my belly and between my legs, as if stoked by the fervour of his tongue and the relentless pressure of my fingers.

Bast growled low in his throat, the vibration echoing through my core and causing me to buck against his mouth. He pulled back slightly, slapping my thigh hard enough for it to sting. "Stay still," he ordered in a low, commanding voice.

His command rendered me motionless, but the tension inside me continued to build unbearably. My vision blurred as I strained to keep myself under control. "Bast," I gasped, "please…"

"Please what?" he asked.

"I need…" I broke off, not knowing how to put into words the desperate craving that consumed me.

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