Page 32 of Throttle All the Way

“I’m not here to use you, baby.”

“No, just own me,” she glanced up at me, accusation in her eyes.

“Yes, I admit, owning you is something I need to do. But it doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

My finger continued to roll around her nipple and I noticed her lean into me, although she was holding on to herconvictionfor as long as she could.

“I'm not a thing to be owned.”

I leaned forward, sweeping my hand around her waist and pulling her against me. She gasped, her back arched as her tits pressed up against my hard chest, her hands wrapped around my arms. I flexed at her warm touch.

“You're right, angel. But I don't just want to own you.”

Her eyelids dropped, her gaze on my lips as the deep rumble of my voice seemed to lull her.

“I want to take care of you. I want to cause you so much pleasure, your body will only ever need me.”

“You're obsessed, Cipher, that's all it is.”

“So? Let me obsess over you, Mila. Let me worship every inch of you. Let me feed off you.”

I dropped to my knees in front of the armchair, gripping her thighs beneath the hem of her nightgown. My thumbs landed on the crevice where her thighs met her sex. She was hot and her panties were drenched.

I slid my thumbs beneath the seams and her head slid back against the chair, her breasts heaving at that mere touch of her sensitive spot.

“People will see you,” she whispered, her eyes still shut as she took in the sensation of my touch.

“So, let them see. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Cipher,” she sighed.

“Tell me you want to feed me. I'm hungry, angel. I need your taste.”

She shook her head back and forth as I continued to seduce her, knowing she'd falter. Before I'd taken what I wanted, now I wanted her to want me as much as I did her.

“Say it, angel. Tell me you want my tongue buried inside your pretty little sex hole.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered in desperation as her nails scraped at my arms.

I slid my thumb over the softness of her swollen lips, and she shuddered. Slowly, I raised the hem of the material, finally getting a glimpse of her white silk panties. I groaned, pressing my nose to them and inhaling her womanly scent.

“I crave you,” I let out the words in a harsh, hot breath that caused goosebumps to form along her thighs.

“You can keep me trapped here with you if you want,” I pressed my mouth to her sex, my tongue running along the seam of her wet panties while I relished in her soft moan.

“I can stay here for as long as you need me to.”

“If I do this. If I give in. What will you do to me?”

My eyes met hers from my perch on my knees. I knew what she was asking. I knew she wanted me to guarantee her life, her freedom. But that wasn't my call.

“I'll protect you for as long as I can.”

“But you won't release me, will you?”

I clenched my jaw, my arousal at full force was already fucking with my head. But no, I wasn't going to let her go.

“Being with me is your only way out, Mila.” I waited for her to respond and when she didn’t I knew… “I’m the only one who will help you. The only one alive, who cares for you more than his own life.”

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