Page 27 of Captured By Fate

Her breath hitches, a tremor rippling through her as my fingers slide beneath the fabric, cupping her. I can feel the heat of her arousal and it sends jolts of thrilling need coursing through my veins. She is wet, ready for me and I can barely contain myself. I growl lightly in response to the intense sensations flooding through me.

My kisses deepen, growing more frantic as my fingers leisurely stroke her, each gentle touch striking sparks of pleasure within her. Her back arches against my palm as a soft sigh escapes her parted lips, sending shivers down my spine.

And then I stop. Just to tease her some more.

Her breath remains hitched, eyes fluttering open, bright with anticipation and a bit of confusion. My gaze locks with hers and there's an indescribable rush witnessing her so exposed, so vulnerable under my touch yet brimming with a desire that mirrors mine.

I chuckle lowly at her bewildered expression. "Patience," I whisper against her lips. But deep inside I know, patience is the last thing on either of our minds right now.

Without breaking eye contact, I let my hand wander back up, tracing the path it came from in agonizing slowness. My fingertips graze along the bare skin of her stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake before cupping her breast again.

I pinch her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, feeling it harden instantly under my touch. She gasps, a heady sound that rouses the primal beast within me to lay claim to what is mine.

I chuckle darkly, the sound rumbling deep in my chest before I lean down to take the hardened peak into my mouth, tasting her through the lace. The taste of her skin, so sweet and inviting, sends jolts of desire crashing within me.

Her hand comes up to tangle in my hair, holding me close as I repeat the action on her other breast. Her body writhes beneath me in response to the dual assault, and I can't help but marvel at how stunning she looks.

After lavishing attention on both breasts, I straighten up. Her breath hitches in anticipation as I tug off her jeans, sliding them down her slender thighs and tossing them aside.

The sight of her half-naked on my couch, her body glowing in the soft twilight seeping in from the bay window is breathtaking. It's a moment imprinted forever in my mind, stirring up emotions I've never felt before with such intensity.

Almost reverently, I trace a path from her ankle upward, watching as goosebumps erupt against my touch. My fingers follow the curve of her hip before dipping controversially between her thighs where she is warm and wet for me.

She gasps out loud as I graze her sensitively, teasing her expertly. Her legs instinctively start to part, a silent plea for more. I can feel her trembling beneath me, can almost hear the unspoken desires coursing through her veins.

"Jackson," she whispers, her voice barely audible but enough to set my blood on fire.

My name falling from her lips in that husky tone sounds like the sweetest symphony to my ears, encouraging me to explore further. I look up at her, our eyes locking once again, and there's an unsaid promise in them—a promise of pure, unabashed pleasure.

With a devilish smirk playing on my lips, I lean down closer to her ear.

"Say it again," I order quietly.

She bites her lip before repeating my name. The sound of it drives me wild, stoking the flames of desire within me.

Gently but firmly, I slide my finger deeper into her warmth and she gasps out loud, arching her back off the couch. A moan escapes from between her parted lips as I begin to move rhythmically against her sensitive folds.

Her fingers grip into the cushions beneath us as she gives herself over to the sensations washing over her. Her breath comes in choppy gasps, each one punctuated with my name as she rides the waves of pleasure. Her body starts tensing as the climax builds within her, ready to shatter any moment now.

Just as she is about to tumble over the edge, I stop once again.

Desire flashes through her eyes as she whimpers in frustration but doesn't dare voice out her disappointment.

"Patience, darling," I murmur against her ear, my voice deep and raspy, matching the raw hunger coursing through me.

My wicked teasing earns a frustrated groan from her as she squirms beneath me, chasing the pleasure that's evading her.

I leave her abandoned for a moment, drawing back to admire the tantalizing picture she paints spread out on my couch. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath she takes, the sight stoking the already blazing fire within me.

Slowly, I slide my hand back up her silky thigh, tracing patterns on her heated skin. Her hips buck up in response as she chases my touch. I shake my head at her impatience and press a soft kiss on her trembling lips.

"Darling," I tease again, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breaths mingling together, "you need to learn patience."

Her dilated eyes meet mine as I descend upon her once more without warning. This time, I go slower — painstakingly driving her crazy as I push deeper into her warmth. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she tries to pull herself closer to me.

She releases a strangled cry when I pull away yet again just as she nears the climax. The denial earns me another frustrated groan from her as she writhes beneath me — her delayed satisfaction driving her wild.

Her sweat slicked body moves rhythmically against mine, seeking release that is just within reach yet seems so far away. The tortured moans escaping from between her parted lips are an aphrodisiac to my senses, filling me with a lustful desire to continue the delicious torture.

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