Page 49 of Captured

“You lie there,” he ordered, his voice a harsh rasp.

He ripped down Lauren’s trousers and her panties with it, then licked and kissed his way down to the most intimate part of her, the soft folds already full and ready for him. Lauren hissed out a curse as he drew his tongue down the very center of her sex, teasing and tasting, pressing into her while she buried her hands in his hair, asking him things incoherently, to stop, to not stop, to go, to keep going. Her body trembled with adrenaline and desire, and he could feel her climax building by the raggedness of her breath, the looseness of her thighs, the way she pressed his head first one way, then another, unconscious that she was doing it but unable to stop, unable to do anything but lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

His own cock throbbed so hard, he thought it was going to burst, but he pulled away from Lauren, hesitated briefly as she cried out in alarm, then lowered his head again and returned to the most sensitive part of her, the nub he had been teasing and brushing. Now he licked into her like a starving man granted a meal, and she clamped her hands on his shoulders, arching back as she convulsed with a gasp of surprise and pleasure. That cry turned to confusion as he lifted himself off her, ridding himselfof his own cargo pants in a quick jerk and reaching for the condom to sheathe himself.

A crack of lightning illuminated Lauren instinctively curling away from him, lost in her own reaction, but he wasn’t going to let her evade him now. He reached for her wrists, pinning her to the bed, and pressed himself into her body again, her legs falling open naturally to accept the intrusion of him.

Her eyes fluttered open as he slid his cock along her already sensitized skin, setting off another wave of involuntary shudders.

“Yes—now,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”

“I want that too, princess,” he gritted out. He slipped his shaft into her without hesitation, and she drew in a sharp breath as her body clamped down on him. “I’d say I want that more than you do.”

He thrust once, twice, filling her to the brim before pulling out again, then burying himself inside her once more. His own need to explode was pulling him apart at the seams, but he was enjoying watching her too much. Her mouth open, her breath coming fitfully between her lips. Her eyes half-lidded, unseeing. Her hair wild around her head, ground into the covers in a helpless tumble. Her clothes hanging off her, exposing her full breasts, her pink, smooth skin. As the wind howled around the villa, he leaned forward and inhaled the essence of her, his face in the crook of her neck, his lips tracing a line up the curve above her collarbone to rest beside her ear. He nipped at her earlobe, then traced along the delicate arc of her ear, reveling in the way she shuddered.

“You’re—a demigod.” Her words were little more than a groan. “You really are.”

He grinned against her neck. If she hadn’t been sure before, this little display would’ve convinced her.

“You knew that the moment we met, princess.”

She laughed deep in her throat, the sound powerful and free, and for another few mindless minutes, they made love beneath the crashing storm. For right this second, in each other’s arms, they needed nothing more than that.

But when Lauren cried out again in unrestrained pleasure, Dimitri knew he still wanted more. He suspected he would never get enough of this beautiful, vibrant woman, so like a goddess in every way but real—vital—human.

Another roaring boom of thunder rocked the villa around them.

“I want to fuck you every way there is,” he hissed into her ear, and if anything, she went more liquid in his arms. “Till there’s nothing else you can imagine but me inside you, making you wet with need, making you come.”

“Yes,” Lauren said, and the broken desire in her voice cranked him up another notch.

He pulled all the way out, leaving her gasping. “Turn over.”

Surprise flared in her eyes, and he held up a hand, grinning into her face. “My way, remember.”

She didn’t need much convincing. She turned over, and the sight of her made any other action moot. Grabbing her waist, he slid into her again, the unfamiliar angle and pressure drawing her up short, making it that much easier to shift his hands up to cup her beautiful breasts as he pressed farther into her, spreading her wide, his questing fingers then dropping from her breasts to the sensitive vee?—

“Oh!” she gasped as her body bucked. “I can’t?—”

“You can. My way.” He placed his fingers over her quivering sex and seated himself inside her again. He pulsed inside her as he touched her intimately, shifting his fingers and body in tune to the vibrations of her body, the urgency of her sighs, the staccato need of her groans. When she came apart in his arms a second time, he was ready, surging forward as she criedout incoherently until he triggered his own release, and his sight went whiteout blind for a second as the rush of need and desire and possession swept over him, taking him into oblivion. Another maelstrom of pounding rain blasted from the skies, filling up the world and he growled, pulling free of Lauren and rolling away to rid himself of the condom. He returned to the bed immediately, pulling her into his arms, cradling her close, as she shook and trembled, reaching for him, finding him.

Finding them both.

Thirty-Three

Lauren stood in the afternoon sun which had finally broken through the clouds again, a smile fixed on her face as she stared at Dimitri making a call on his satellite phone. Though they were back in town and cell coverage was unexpectedly boosted by the recent storm’s low cloud coverage, he’d insisted on using the sat phone to make this call. From the animated way he used his arms to punctuate his words, she couldn’t tell if the conversation was going well or not. With Dimitri, animation was a part of the equation.

They hadn’t spoken after making love—not about anything real or challenging. Not about his status or hers. They had to—she knew they did. But for this moment, set off from the world of reality, words like “demigod” and “stormbringer” and “what the hell just happened” tumbled away from her to dance on the still churning waves of the Aegean. They would have time to work all that out...later.

She shifted her gaze to her own phone. To her surprise, she’d had no incoming texts or calls in the day or so since she’d checked last, but then again, only her sister had the phone number, and the two of them weren’t close, not yet. Maddie was barely fourteen, and while their relationship was good, life wassimply too different for them both to fully connect. Even her own friends, Nicki, Emmaline, and Fran seemed a million miles away instead of merely a short boat ride to the mainland.

Lauren typed out a quick text to Maddie, then stole another look at Dimitri. He continued to gesture wildly, and it was impossible to tell if he was happy or peeved. Turning away, she keyed in another number.

Nicki picked up on the first ring. “Girl! What is goingon—Stefan the powerful demigod of obnoxiousness, won’t tell me anything. We were getting worried!”

Lauren smiled, warmed more than she would have imagined by Nicki’s voice. Of all the girls, she hadn’t expected to get along with Nicki so much on this trip. She was Emmaline’s friend more so than Lauren’s, the two of them having roomed together in college while Lauren had shared a dorm room with Fran. Nicki had always been so outsized and bold, despite her small frame...and Lauren had always thought it was that small frame that had made her so obnoxiously “extreme-sports girl.”

Until she’d seen the bottle of meds Nicki had waved at her so casually this past week and realized the deeper truth. Such a simple thing, but it had changed everything.

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