Page 65 of Captured Heart

He’s toying with me. I can hear the somewhat playful mockery in his voice. He’s using everything I said to him that night against me.

Very slowly, he slips the ice cube between my folds, his thick fingers pushing it deep inside me. I gasp, my eyelids flying open at the unexpected intrusion, my thighs clamping tightly around his hand. It doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He lodges it inside me and leaves it there. I want to scream. It’s so cold, yet the discomfort heightens every sensation pulsing through me.

He reaches for another cube. That one, he takes into his mouth, and then it follows the same path as the cube before.Starting at my lower lip, he kisses a slow path down my neck. I force myself to lie there, non-responsive, but I can only ignore him for so long.

A moan is wrenched from my throat when he reaches my breast. I bite my lip as if that will retract the sound. My back arches off the bed, as if my body is offering itself to him. A pagan sacrifice to this God of deception and desire. He accepts without hesitation, taking a swollen nipple into his mouth, a nipple I thought was numb, but the raw nerve endings tingle when his cool tongue circles around it.

My breaths become more uneven and ragged as he moves lower. He kisses a path down my stomach and over my navel. Gripping my ankles, he pushes my knees up and apart and settles himself between them. Moist kisses are placed along my inner thigh, and my anticipation builds.

Not once did I ever think I would find myself in this position. I was vehemently against any kind of foreplay because I never understood the appeal. I understand it now. The light breaths on my skin are tantalizing, making me crave something, yet I don’t know what.

He spreads my legs further apart and dips his head between them. It happens so fast I have no time to prepare.

I jerk again, the cuffs slicing deeper into my wrists. “Alex...”

It’s a guttural sound, stemming from a deep, aching place inside me. I get a reciprocal sound in return, a low groan of appreciation, and the vibration against my clit is electrifying.

I don’t know what I’m feeling. Some parts of his mouth are warm, others are cold, and the mix is indescribably erotic. And when combined with the velvety feel of his tongue, it totally and utterly unravels me.

He lifts his head a fraction to look at me. “The taste of you is driving me fucking insane.”

He dips his head again. Eager and unrestrained, he eats me out, his tongue flicking my clit before delving inside me. His rough stubble grazes my inner thighs, adding another layer of sensation. My eyes roll back. I’m gripping the edges of the cuffs, trying to hold on to anything as my body writhes uncontrollably beneath him.

With every fervent stroke of his tongue, he takes me higher, but right before I reach my peak, he stops. He waits, and after a few seconds, his mouth closes over my clit again, his teeth lightly nipping the sensitive nub as he shoves two fingers inside me.

I shriek, the mixture of pain and pleasure almost unbearable. His skilled hand works me into a frenzy, and it doesn’t take long to push me to my peak again. But he abruptly stops just before I orgasm.

“Alex...please...”

“Tell me what you want.”

I grit my teeth. Beads of perspiration trickle down my neck. Pressure is building inside me and I’m desperate for release...but not so desperate that I’ll relent. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

He does this again and again and again, taking me to the edge and then reeling me back before I topple over. I’m a sweaty, heaving mess, so frustrated I could cry.

My body thrashes against the bed. It’s titillating torture, agonizing ecstasy. It’s too much. Gripping onto the metal bars of the bedframe, I use all my strength to pull myself higher on the bed and away from him. I want the tiniest bit of reprieve, but the bastard won’t even give me that.

Grabbing my hips, he yanks me back to him. His icy hand presses on my abdomen, pinning me down, punishing me for my defiance. He waits, daring me to say something, to challenge him. When I remain silent, he slaps my sex. Hard enough for me to wince, but the sting that comes after the cold wears off isexhilarating, a thrill I’ve never experienced. And then his mouth is on me again, as soothing as it is menacing.

His wicked tongue, his ruthless hands—they show no mercy. He sends me into orbit. I’m dizzy, spinning wildly in a whirlwind of passion and powerlessness, and I can’t escape.

“Alex...please...I need...”

“Tell me what you need, Katie.”

I still can’t bring myself to say it.

Slowly, he crawls over me. “Tell me.” Long fingers wrap around my neck, and he lifts me off the pillow, angling my mouth toward his. “Tell me how bad youneedme, how desperately you want me inside you.”

My body is yearning for him, the force so fierce I’m actually trembling. I’ve been holding out, trying to stay in control and not give in. But this man seems to know exactly how to bend me to his will.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he says, gently sucking on my lower lip. “No biting.”

It’s an order I mindlessly obey. I don’t know how he discovered that his kiss is my biggest weakness, but he exploits it ruthlessly. One touch of his mouth and I already feel the irrepressible urge to raise my white flag and surrender. I sigh, drinking him in, loving that lingering hint of whiskey on his breath.

“I can hear it,” he murmurs, the words tickling my lips. “In every moan. In every whimper. I can hear how you’re aching for my cock. Just say it.”

He’s gentle at first, but he wasn’t lying when he said the taste of me drives him insane. His tongue slips into my mouth, and it’s like he loses his damn mind. That kiss is rapacious, ferocious, like he’s trying to consume me. It’s that insatiable hunger for me that inevitably makes me succumb.

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