Page 26 of Kidnapped Forced Mate

The moment of thoughtlessness spreads through the next few seconds as I lean in and crush my lips to hers. Desperately needing to assure myself that she's still alive. My dragon needs the reassurance.

Chapter 12 - Olivia

Abruptly pulling away from the kiss, I stare at Stryder, terrified of him, while at the same time, my body protests the loss of his lips.

He stares at me, equally as perplexed by the way his brows furrow. He takes a cautious step back, hand whispering away from where he’d been holding my arm. “Forgive me…” he breathes apologetically.

I shake my head slowly, still reeling from the way his lips had been desperate on mine. I don’t know why he’s apologizing when I’m the one who should be. After all, I’d almost fallen to my demise.

If it wasn’t for him…

I’m too terrified to even think about that right now. All I can think of is his lips on mine, the way he valiantly saved me from the fall, and the way he reacted to my near-death experience.

It’s more than “nice” to feel someone else’s concern for me. I can drop my guard all the way down, leaping over faithfully into the throes of whatever is meant to happen after that kiss.

I am moved by how much he cares about me. His anger isn’t unwarranted – it’s everything I could have ever asked for, hauling me into my leap of faith.

“No,” I shake my head firmly. Determined not to lose the heat of the moment, I reach out and cup his cheek. The fine hairs of stubble beneath my palm only heighten the tingly sensation in my fingertips.

His skin is as smooth as I imagined it would be, like warm porcelain, sculpted to perfection with life breathed into it.

Stryder stares at me warily, his eyes flitting disbelievingly to my swollen lips he’d just conquered. A breath hitches in my throat, the painstaking anticipation seizing my tongue. I gulp in an attempt to find my voice, the words escaping my lips so faintly, I wonder if he’s even heard them.

“Don’t apologize.”

He lifts his eyes back to mine, his brows almost meeting in deep contemplation. He fills his chest with a deep breath, lifting a hand to my cheek as he stares determinedly into my eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

I nod slowly, my lips parting of their own accord as my eyelids flutter closed in anticipation of the kiss. When he gently presses his lips to mine, his hesitation enraptures my soul, sparking me into action as I tilt my face and deepen the kiss. My hand slides to the back of his head, willing him to be as desperate as he was the first time.

The sigh that escapes my lips when his tongue dives into a heated exploration of my mouth seems to reignite the fire I felt the first time. His hands are all over me then, squeezing the flesh on my hips, then sliding down to grab my thighs and wrap them around his waist.

I feel us moving, but I’m too focused on the kiss to care about where we’re going. It isn’t long until my rear connects with a hard frame, a whimper escaping me when he breaks the kiss and steps back.

Seeing the way my saliva glistens, his swollen lips drops a puddle of awareness into the crotch of my panties. He watches me through hooded eyes, turned dark with lust as if he’s deliberating his next move. The few seconds away from him, perched on the dresser, is my undoing.

I’m desperate to feel him again, the intense desire propelling me to my feet to practically fling myself into his arms. He holds me steady with large hands settled on my waist, pulling from the kiss with a lewd pop.

“Stryder…” I whisper in desperation, confused when he steps back. Is he having second thoughts? I’ll probably die with shame if he is.

“Olivia…” he responds huskily, panting from our passionate kiss. His eyes bore into my soul for a hot moment before he spun me around to have me facing the mirror. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder before propping his chin there, keeping his eyes on mine in my reflection before he whispers, “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now.”

“Then do it,” I say breathlessly, boldly holding his gaze in our reflection. “Fuck me…”

Stryder growls at my ear, sending a shiver of awareness down my spine. The heat settles at my core, just as his fingers fold around my neck, and he pulls my face toward him.

The kiss is sloppy and heated, his firm body behind me, keeping me bound to where I’m standing. While he keeps me distracted with the expertise of his lips, he nimbly tugs at the strings of my summer dress, undoing the knot at my nape. Soft cotton whispers down my chest before he breaks the kiss.

Stryder's eyes meet mine in the mirror, willing me to watch his every move as his large hands slide under my arms to cup my full breasts. When he squeezes the mounds, my back arches in response, connecting me with every firm contour of his body.

What fuels the fire inside me is the prominent, rigid outline of his erection pressed against the small of my back. I can only gasp, my mind racing with the improbability of his immense size fitting inside me.

He chuckles at my ear, seemingly understanding where my mind is going and grinding his hips into me in response. All it does is send me over the rails of insanity as I grab his thighs and dig my nails into the firm flesh that covers his muscles.

“Not just yet, baby doll…” he drawls bemusedly at my ear, nipping me with his teeth. “There's something I need to see first.”

My breathing shudders, my body on the verge of combustion when Stryder slides the dress over my hips. It pools around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but lace panties while he ogles my body through the mirror.

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