Page 34 of Dark Captivation

The more he pleasured me, the more I needed his touch. His savage caress was like a drug that if I wasn’t careful I’d get hooked on.

Most addictive of all was the way he looked at me, like I was the most precious thing to him and he would rip the world in two just to keep me safe in his arms.

I wanted this moment to last forever. As the pleasure built up, his finger pounding intensified, and the ground seemed to tremble. Sensation battered my skin like a hurricane, as the music added to the rush.

All five of my senses were activated at once in a sensory overload.

The scent of powerful male and mint poured into my nose. His sweet kiss tantalized my taste buds once more. But this kiss was different than the last. This one was more desperate. A hidden meaning was locked inside it. The taste of sorrow mixed with his sweet flavor, embedded itself in every passionate clash of lip and tongue.

His kiss stifled my cries as I came. New life entered me as my orgasm mounted, robbing me of my ability to think or move.

Malek made me feel more alive and protected than anyone ever had.

The pleasure plateaued and slowly descended, my body going as pliant as wet newspaper in his lap.

Retracting his hand from under my dress, he ran his tongue along his index finger tasting me.

“Hell, Sunny. What have you been eating, and do you want more?” He said breathlessly, his eyes glossed over.

“Food is the last thing I want right now.” I said lustfully, registering the hard poke of his cock on my thigh.

“Let’s try this again, this time without your fingers.” I motioned my hips with a circle move that made my ass rub against his cock.

His nostrils flared, his teeth clenching as if trying to contain the feral beast that laid within him.

“Dearest one, do you want me to break you in two in a crowded theater? Your screams will have them calling the police before I’m even half way inside.” he said in a way that seemed like he was kidding, but there was no humor written on his face.

He was absolutely serious.

Someone knocked at the door and the smell of sugar and savory sauces seeped inside.

“Come back later please.” Malek called out and my stomach growls could be heard over the music.

“Damn my lightning fast metabolism. That orgasm must have drained more of my strength than I thought.” I rubbed my belly.

“On second thought, maybe now is better.” Malek yelled in the door’s direction, funneling his voice with a hand to his face.

Aftershocks from the climax still rocked my core and Malek was still as hard as a rock, if the hole his cock was boring into my dress was any indication.

But with one swift motion he fixed my bra and dress to how it was before, signaling that no matter how ready he was, he’d go wanting.

I just had the most powerful orgasm of my life and still I wanted more, just because he was near. His godly presence alone turned me on and I knew he felt the same. Was his cock really so unusually long and girthy that it would injure me?

The burning question of his size taunted me. Just thinking about it made me want to fuck him even more.

A waiter in a red hat and matching vest pushed a food cart into the box. He placed a plate filled with lobster, lamb and macaroni and cheese onto a tray, presenting it to Malek.

I got up and took the seat beside Malek. The waiter gave Malek a handkerchief and he spread it out on my lap. He rested the tray atop the handkerchief, accepted a bottle and two glasses of wine from the waiter and poured me a glass.

Only after he finished serving me, did Malek pour himself a glass and took his plate from the server. I was impressed by what a gentleman he was. I never would have imagined he would be like this, from what I’d heard about him in newspapers and on the news.

We both thanked the server as he left.

We ate our food while watching the show together. I looked over to see Malek still hard as ever, probably fighting his tremendous need. Yet, he didn’t show it. Instead, he was smiling for me as we ate together.

“I hope you like the food. I aim to have you satisfied in every way I can tonight.” He forked some mac and cheese.

“Just short of breaking me you mean.” I poked some fun at him and the food dropped from his fork.

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