Page 12 of Captured Desires

Maverick cursed under his breath. "Stay with me, darlin'," he urged, his voice rough with desperation. "Don't you dare leave me now."

Pearl wanted to reassure him, to tell him that she wasn't going anywhere. But the words wouldn't come. The poison was coursing through her system, sapping her strength and clouding her mind. She could feel herself slipping away, the darkness creeping in at the edges of her vision.

"You need blood," Maverick said suddenly, his voice cutting through the haze of pain and fear. "My blood. It can heal you, purge the poison from your body."

Pearl shook her head weakly, even as a part of her longed to accept his offer. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't. I won't become like you."

Maverick's eyes flashed with a mixture of hurt and determination. "You won't," he promised. "A little blood won't turn you. Please, Pearl. Let me save you."

She hesitated, torn between her fear of dying and not knowing if she could trust Maverick. But as another wave of agony ripped through her, Pearl knew she had no choice. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Maverick used his sharp nail to slice a small cut on his neck, just above his collarbone. The scent of his blood filled the air, rich and coppery and strangely enticing.

Pearl stared at the thin line of crimson, her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to resist, to push him away. But a deeper, more primal part of her yearned to taste him, to feel his essence flowing through her.

As if in a trance, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the cut. Maverick groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he held her close. The first taste of his blood exploded on her tongue, hot and sweet and somehow familiar.

Pearl couldn't stop herself. She sealed her lips over the wound, drinking deeply as Maverick's heartbeat pulsed against her mouth. With each pull of her lips, she could feel the poison receding, the pain and weakness fading away to be replaced by a growing sense of strength and vitality.

Maverick's free hand slid down her back, pulling her flush against him as she drank. His touch ignited a fire in her veins, a hunger that had nothing to do with the healing properties of his blood. Pearl moaned against his skin, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

Suddenly, Maverick pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, Pearl feared she had taken too much, crossed some unspoken line. But then his mouth crashed down on hers, his kiss fierce and demanding.

Pearl didn't resist. She met his impending kiss with her own hunger, her heart racing as she felt the familiar warmth of his lips on hers. Their tongues danced together, a wild tango that left her needing more.

It was a taste of something forbidden, something she never thought possible. And yet, as their bodies pressed close, she couldn't deny the fiery desire that coursed through her veins. Maverick's hands explored her body, his touch both gentling and imbuing her with the strength that had been draining from her. She felt the poison leaving her system, the dizziness and weakness fading into a soft, warm glow. Her wound was healed.

Pearl gasped in astonishment and then with an aching need when Maverick kissed down her neck to her chest, and then captured her nipple with a fierce tug. He swirled his tongue around the tip, and Pearl felt her insides liquify with desire. Pearl arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair. As he licked and pulled on them, his hands tore at her trousers, pulling them and her boots off in swift motions. Naked, she trembled, spread out before him as an offering. Pleasure thrummed through her as he quickly shed his clothes. He stared down at her and said, “I’m going to fuck you hard. This is your last chance to say no.”

“Make me come first,” she breathed.

“With pleasure.” Maverick spread her legs wide and pressed his lips at that junction.

Then his tongue delved in. He licked her fast and deep.

Pearl gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as his talented mouth worked his magic. The sensations were fierce and overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over her. Maverick was ruthless, his tongue expertly teasing and tantalizing her most sensitive spots. He suckled, licked, and nibbled until her cries filled the room, egging him on.

She was frantic, desperate for release. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her hips rocking forward, trying to thrust against his mouth. But Maverick was a master of control, holding her at arm's length, tormenting her.

Pearl moaned as Maverick's tongue explored every inch of her folds. Her hips undulated in a wild dance. Maverick nipped at her clit, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers slid inside her, curving up to rub against the sensitive spot.

Pearl trembled at the sensation, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his fingers teasing her clit. Maverick's thumb rubbed back and forth, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge.

Beyond the edge of her fractured consciousness, she could hear his low growls, the timbre filled with possessiveness and hunger.

"Maverick, I'm going to come," she gasped, her body arching off the bed as she felt the pleasure wash over her.

Maverick chuckled, his fingers slowing just long enough for Pearl to catch her breath. Then he slammed into her, his cock thick and long. Pearl cried out, her body arching as he moved slowly back. The sensation was intense, raw, and undeniably pleasurable. It was all-consuming, a fierce connection.

Their bodies writhed together, their movements synchronized and passionate. Pearl's nails scraped down his back. Maverick grunted, his hips pumping faster.

Pearl met his gaze, her eyes locked on to his. She was lost in his stare, the raw hunger and passion that blazed within. It was a fierce connection, one that left her breathless and weak-kneed.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her, their bodies melding together in perfect harmony.

Things like this didn’t happen to her. She didn’t fall into bed with a man she’d just met. She certainly didn’t fuck monsters. But Maverick was different. This was different.

As he continued to slam into her, Pearl felt a strange sensation, a tingling that began in her core and spread throughout her body. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, an overwhelming wave of pleasure and power.

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