Page 11 of Capturing Hearts

Chapter Ten

Annie

Six Months Later. Reading: Fire Nectar 2 on the couch in the penthouse. Wearing: red bra. red panties. red garter belt. beige fishnets. red stilettos.

The sound of the key turning in the lock pulls up my head from the eerie vampire book I’m engrossed in, and I look to the hallway, waiting to see my boyfriend get home from work. Brendan walks in, holding his jacket. He takes one look at me and freezes. “Whoa. What do we have here?”

I throw a leg straight in the air and point my toe. “I’m going to church.”

He laughs and tosses his jacket on the ground. I toss my Kindle to the side and he’s on me in no time flat. I squeal as he pins me down on the rug. “Now that I’m taking Krav, too, you can’t fight.”

“I could try! I just don’t want to!” I laugh as he tickles me. “Stop it! Oh my God! Stop!”

His eyes go hungry with need. I gasp as he pins my arms and lunges for my neck. He doesn’t know I was just reading a vampire story and this is exactly what I want right now; a good neck gnawing. I moan as he takes my tender skin between his teeth and chews on me, giving me a sensual massage with his mouth. My hips rise up with desire. He maneuvers my legs easily so I can slip them around him as he grinds into me, licking my neck and breathing heat onto my skin.

He moves my panties to the side to slip one of his thick fingers deep inside me. I moan and crane up, crushing my chest into him. He lies on top of me as he fingers me, taking my mouth in his as our tongues lash about. “I can’t get close enough to you,” he groans, unzipping his pants and pulling his engorged cock out.

“I know! Hurry!”

Brendan’s dark blue eyes lock on mine as he pulls my panties over more, snaps my garter belt, and plunges himself into my pussy, yelling out as he goes in as deep as he can. I cry out and fight against him for the fun of it. He growls and pins me down harder, ripping into me again and again. His pulsing lights up every nerve ending. We rock our hips faster and faster until he pulls at my hands and freezes, taking control so he can slow down and drive me to insanity. I pant, waiting, aching so badly that my heartbeat is throbbing deep in the walls of my pussy. He stares into my eyes, fierce and possessive, and thrusts into me slowly, so slowly I want to scream for him to go faster. He knows I want it harder. He knows I can’t take this. He wants me to beg. “You don’t like it slow?” His eyes challenge me.

“Whatever you want to do,” I whimper, the slipperiness of his smooth hard cock driving me insane.

“Tell me what you want!” he says with a ferocity that surprises me. It’s so hot.

“I want you to fuck me like it’s the last day on the planet and no one’s gonna survive,” I whisper.

His eyes dance with laughter. “Only you would say it like that, Freckles. How about this?” He rises up and takes my body with him, plunging into me in one amazing pump.

“Oh God, yes.”

“Or this?” He grabs my hips, carrying them up as he kneels and jerks his muscular hips, plunging into me hard with a swirl.

“YES!!”

He starts ramming me like there’s no tomorrow, his cock throbbing and growing harder and harder, the walls of my pussy quaking under the intense blows. The depth he reaches each and every time is pure ecstasy! I cry out as he hits a spot inside me that holds all of my emotions. He jumps off and picks me up, throws me onto the couch face down with a bounce. With one swift motion, he grabs my ass, pulls it up and plunges into me from behind, gripping me by the hips, his fingers digging in. I scream out, my body moving on it’s own, grinding on him. Our bodies slam into each other and undulate until we’re on the edge. As soon as he starts jerking and groaning, I moan loudly. The walls inside me shake, my wet pussy tightening again and again, bringing us both into Heaven. I rise up and move my hips harder. Brendan yells out and groans, shoving one last thrust in before he collapses onto my back, spent. We pant here like this as I whisper, “Welcome home.”

“Having you move in was the second best decision I’ve ever made,” he mumbles, barely able to talk.

On a catching breath, I say, “What was the first?”

He doesn’t answer, just reaches around and holds both of my breasts through my red bra. “I like this getup you’ve got going on here.”

“I couldn’t tell,” I smile.

He laughs and climbs off me. “Let me get you a towel. Hang on.” I watch him walk to the bathroom, thinking I have to tell him tonight.

I was late, took the test and it came out positive. I am pretty sure he’s going to be happy about it, but it’s a bit sooner than we planned on, that’s for sure. When we talked about children, it seemed like a far away concept. Well, it just got in-your-face close.

Brendan walks out of the bathroom with his pants zipped back up, carrying a towel in his hand. His eyes are shining and he’s looking at me like he’s a happy man. My heart skips as he rakes a hand through his hair and hands me the towel. There will never come a day when I don’t find him stunning in every way.

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“That’d be great,” I smile, thinking, This is perfect. I can tell him over dinner. “Let me just get dressed.”

He smirks. “What? You’re not wearing that?”

“Oh, I’ll wear this… under a dress.”

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