Page 14 of His Clever Captive

Then he kisses me.

It’s not like last night’s frenzied crush of mouths. This is slow, deliberate—a conqueror mapping his territory.

I shudder at the thought.

His suede-like tongue teases my lower lip, and I gasp as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around his hips. The water swirls, his grip firm, our bodies pressed so close I can feel his rapid heartbeat. Or is that mine?

“You’re overthinking,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“Am not.”

“Liar.” He nips my jaw, moving up to whisper in my ear and I shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

Everything.The word lodges in my throat.

He carries me to the shallows, laying me back on a sun-warmed boulder. I rush to cover myself, suddenly completely exposed. But his hands gently move them away then glide up my thighs. “Let me taste you, Lacey.”

His mouth descends, hot and relentless, and I’m in another world. The lagoon, the crew, the galaxy—none of it exists. There’s only his talented tongue licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of my slick folds. His teasing strokes unravel me, and I lose track of my moans and gasps and cries. I fist his hair, arching, as he drags me to the edge again and again. I’m a writhing mess of flesh underneath his mouth and hands as I reach a peak of pleasure.

When I shatter, he drinks me in like a starved man, violet eyes gleaming with triumph. “Your nectar is delicious.”

I drag him up, kissing him fiercely, tasting myself on his lips. I grasp his thick cock and he groans so loud, a flurry of island creatures skitter from the area.

But I stop.

“Problem?” he murmurs.

“You’re…biggerthan I imagined.”

He raises a brow. “You’ve been imagining it?”

I snort, surprise melting the tension. He leans in, nipping my neck. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He stills, searching my face. Then he smiles—a raw, real thing—and I catch a glimpse of his monstrous length, veiny and ridged, as he lifts up. I’ve never seen anything like it. But not like I have much to compare it to. Beside movies, I guess. I touch the smooth, slick tip and he hisses.

“Vrek, I need you…” He guides himself to my entrance and pushes in. The first stretch burns, but he kisses me long and deep. A distraction I welcome.

“Look at me,” he orders, and I do. His pupils are blown, his jaw tight with restraint, and in that moment, I know this isn’t just a fleeting sexual encounter. Not for him either.

He begins to move with hypnotic slowness, each thrust undoing me. The pain fades, replaced by a sweet friction that coils tighter, hotter. I claw his back, matching his rhythm, the world narrowing to the place where we’re joined as one.

The pleasure builds, a steady climb that leaves me gasping and moaning. Vex's pace quickens, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. I match his rhythm, my body chasing the release that hovers just out of reach.

He looks down at me with such…love.

Ithasto be.

“Lacey—” His voice cracks, and he jerks hard. “I’m spending…” he whispers.

His release triggers mine, a supernova that whirls through my body and explodes, leaving me trembling in his arms.

We collapse, tangled and breathless. He brushes damp hair from my face. “Magnificent.”

I want to tell him…

The words sit heavy on my tongue, but the waterfall’s song gives me courage. I trace the curve of his jaw, grounding myself in the rasp of his skin beneath my fingertips.

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