Page 122 of Captured Immune

“I need you to come for me,” he says through moans. “I need to feel your emotions rush through my head.”

I have no idea what he means by that, and now is not the time to ask, because I can’t think about anything except the feel of his thumb rubbing me to my climax. Like he has before, he goes in little circles, using the perfect amount of pressure. I head straight for the edge.

“Oh, god,” I breathe out. “That feels amazing.”

“Tell me how you want it, baby.”

“Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He doesn’t go any harder or faster either. He just keeps his rhythm as he continues pumping his cock back and forth inside me and rubbing my clit. I keep my eyes closed and take in every ounce of pleasure he’s giving me until I reach the edge and jump over it.

I scream out as the pleasure ripples through me. I pulse around his shaft as tingles shoot down my legs in waves. He continues rubbing me until my breathing slows into long pants and my body relaxes.

When I open my eyes, I find him staring at me through dazed blue-grays. Without wasting another second, he pulls my legs up higher and relentlessly drives into me. I grip onto his firm arms to hold myself as still as possible for him. His pumps feel even better after my orgasm. I’m so sensitive, I can feel every vein of his cock against my inner walls.

“Fuck, babe,” he says through deep grunts, “I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me.”

“Oh, god.” He thrusts into me harder. “Beg for it, baby.”

“Come inside me, Trey. Please!”

“Beg some more.”

“Please! Come for me!”

“Fuuuck...” He thrusts a few more times before he stills, then fills me with his load. He pulsates over and over, grunting as he drains his final drops inside me. His hands lock my hips against his as if he needs to make sure I can’t get away.

Don’t worry, honey. I don’t plan to.

After one last pump, he collapses over my chest. Together, we pant until our breaths slow.

I’m sweaty, but he’s not, which is nothing new. I’ll assume that has something to do with the way his body functions differently from mine.

“That was amazing,” he says against my breast. “Whenever you orgasm, your emotions rush through my head.”

“How?”

“I have no idea. Your immunity walls just come down—only for a few seconds though.”

Interesting.“I better never fake it, then.”

He chuckles a little. “I’ll know it if you do.”

I grab his face and guide him up to kiss me. Then I whisper against his lips, “Do you want to do that again?”

He pulls out, making me gasp. “Hell yeah.”

29

ARELLA

I jolt awake,gasping for air. Everything is dark except for the little night-light in the corner. It takes me a second to remember where I am. I’ve been waking up in a lot of strange places lately.

Trey places a gentle hand over my waist and gives me a tender squeeze. “You’re okay, babe. I’m right here.”

I relax my shoulders and flop my head back over the pillow. “I had another nightmare.”

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