Page 63 of Crime Lord’s Captive

Lyla paused as she lifted her hips so he could pull off her sweat pants. “Mistake?”

He tossed her pants and draped her thighs over his shoulders. “Bigmistake.”

She was confused by the way he stared at her vagina as if it was gold and his contradictory words. “What are you talking about?”

“At work all I think about is your pussy. I’ve been hard and aching at my desk for two days,” he growled and leaned down to lick her.

Lyla hissed and he moaned.

“Fuck, watching you come for me, having you give into me that day made me so fucking happy.” He spread her lips and stabbed his tongue into her. “You’re about to do it again.”

Lyla’s back arched and she grabbed his hair and tugged. “Oh my God.”

“Say my name,” he mumbled.

“Gavin.”

“Louder.”

His tongue hit her clit and she clamped her thighs around his head. “Fuck!”

“My name,”he insisted. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“G-Gavin?”

“I’m not a question, baby. I’m the answer to everything.”

How could he make her laugh and feel delirious at the same time? Lyla moaned and then screeched when he sucked on her clit, toying with her and making her crazy. She was close to an orgasm when his mouth disappeared. She opened her mouth on a protest as he thrust inside of her.Gavin leaned down to kiss her, sharing her taste.

“You taste that? That’s ambrosia. My ambrosia,” he said against her lips and planted himself deep. “My Lyla. Mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Gavin moved slowly, letting her body adjust to him and watching her face closely.

“Okay?” he asked with a pained expression.

“Mmmm,” she said and felt him twitch inside of her.

“Can you take it hard? Do I need to go slow?”

His words tumbled over one another. Lyla smiled and wrapped her thighs around him, in no doubt what he wanted.

“Ride me hard.”

Lyla saw his eyes glaze a moment before he gripped her hips and fucked her. It was hard and glorious. The light from the bathroom shone over them. She watched his hunger for her erupt. She climaxed first, legs convulsing. Gavin came a minute later, hands dragging her as close as she could get and pouring himself into her. His top half collapsed on top of her while his legs stayed solidly planted on the ground.

“Thank you,” he whispered into her hair.

“What?”

He raised his head and stared down at her. “For trusting me that much.”

Her eyes burned with tears. “I wouldn’t have made it without you. You make me feel clean again.”

“If that’s the case, you’re about to be the cleanest person on the planet.”

In a show of effortless strength, he lifted her limp body in his arms, rounded the bed and then lay on his back with her sprawled on him without once losing contact with her. His hands slid beneath the sweater she still wore and stroked her back.

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