Page 27 of Captured Heart

We practice the move a few times before she tries it on the rubber man. Her first shot hurts her elbow, but I don’t allow her to give up. I push her to do it again and again because I need her to feel the impact. I need her to push through the pain and keep going.

The feistiness I saw earlier returns. She doesn’t back down from this challenge either. In fact, it motivates her even more. When I’m finally satisfied that she can deliver a strike hardenough to do some damage, she’s huffing, stretching out her stiff arms.

“How am I doing, coach?” she asks playfully, bouncing on her toes like a boxer before a match.

“You hit like a girl.”

She giggles, punching my arm again. “Iama girl.”

“I’m just kidding. You’re doing good. And if none of that works, bite. Bite as hard as you can. Human teeth can cut through flesh. Remember that. Now, last one.” I move down on the floor and lie down. “If you’re pinned, use your hips and legs to shift their weight. Buck upward, twist, and aim for anything vulnerable. Come here. Let me show you.”

She stares at me, wide-eyed. “You want me to pin you down?”

“Yeah.”

There’s another moment of hesitation before she drops onto the floor and straddles me.

Oh, fuck!

Now I understand her hesitation. I was so focused on making sure she could handle herself that I didn’t really think this part through. She’s on top of me, and I can feel every ounce of suppleness. Her plump ass resting on my abdomen. Her toned thighs pressing either side of my torso.

The sweetest scent floats to my nostrils. It’s crisp and clean, almost citrusy, like fresh orange blossoms after the rain, and it’s complemented with a discreet hint of vanilla. It’s inviting, intoxicating.

The tension between us that was just a gentle simmer a few minutes ago is now a scorching blaze I can’t seem to get control over. She’s hot. So hot. And I feel her heat cascading over me when she takes my wrists and holds them tightly above my head. She’s close enough for me to feel the locket on her chain tap against the underside of my chin. Her breasts rub against my bare chest, and I stifle a groan.

Somehow, her damp skin and shallow pants against my lips are making my cock think we’re in an entirely different situation. I tense beneath her, my muscles tightening as I try to use every mechanism to restrain myself.

I haven’t felt this in so long. The warmth and seductive softness of a woman’s flesh. And the lack of contact has made my body far more reactive than it needs to be.

My pulse is racing. My breaths are erratic. My dick is pulling stiffer by the second. She got me to this point with virtually no stimulation, and I can tell that even the slightest movement will send me into hyper-drive.

My hands clench into tight fists because the urge to touch her is overwhelming. I want to run my palms up her thighs. I want to grip her ass and grind her hips against me, feel her heat moving up and down the length of me.

“Now what?” she asks, sounding a little breathless.

I grit my teeth and try to ignore every explicit thought that sultry whisper invoked. I ignore those perfect lips that are parted ever so slightly. I ignore that tiny bead of sweat that trickles from her collarbone and disappears between her breasts. I ignore all of it because I’m right on the edge, and I don’t trust myself right now.

Like a caged animal that’s been locked away for too long, I’ve become feral, and I don’t know what I’m capable of, what I’ll do to her. All I know is that if she doesn’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to lose the last shred of self-control I have left.

But then she does something unthinkable.

The tip of her tongue sneaks out to moisten her lower lip, and I fucking snap like a taut wire.

In one swift motion, I flip her over, her back hitting the floor with a hard thud. Gripping her wrists above her head, I crawl over her. Her breath catches, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

Her eyes search mine, and before I can stop myself, I lean in slightly. But then reality slams into me like a wrecking ball swinging at full force.What the hell am I doing?

I quickly lift myself off her and sit down beside her instead, shifting my knees up to hide my arousal.

“And that’s how it’s done.” My voice sounds raspier than usual, so I clear my throat.

She sits up as well. “Okay. Do you want me to try now?”

“Nope.” No way am I getting that close to hereveragain. “I just remembered. I gotta be somewhere in a few minutes, so I gotta hit the shower.”

She nods. “Okay. So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Two o’clock.”

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