Page 34 of Ensnared
"I... I don't want to stop," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with heat.
A triumphant smile curved Colson's lips. "Good girl," he purred, resuming his exploration of my body.
He reached back and opened my bra with precision, gently sliding the straps from my shoulders. He stepped back, letting it fall at our feet. Colson sucked in a breath as he looked at my breasts, weighing them in his hands.
“They’re perfect,” he said, bending to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and I dug my fingers into his thick hair, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
He moved to my cleavage, pressing his nose to my skin. “Do you know how delicious you smell. I can’t wait to taste you.”
As his touches became bolder and his kisses more heated, I found myself getting lost in the sensations. Yet even as pleasure coursed through me, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered a warning: Was I truly in command, or was I playing right into Colson's carefully orchestrated plan?
“Colson…” I whispered.
He was kneeling in front of me, leaving a searing trail with his lips on my skin, lost in what he was doing.
“Colson, please,” I said louder.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them over my hips and down my legs. His smile was smug, predatory as if he cornered his prey.
“Colson!”
He looked up at me. “My bride,” he murmured.
“Not yet. I want to wait.”
Colson slid his tongue into my center, stroking my engorged clit before he rose. That one move weakened me, and my body trembled. He claimed my mouth again, kissing me hard before he cupped my cheeks.
“Joey, sex transcends the physical act, becoming a profound expression of trust, love, and connection between two people. It’s a moment where vulnerability and intimacy converge, allowing individuals to share not just their bodies, but their deepest selves. Do you understand?”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around my chest but Colson pulled them away. “You’re beautiful, Josephine. It doesn’t surprise me that Vaughn is obsessed with you.”
I frowned. “How would you know that?”
“I’m not blind. I see how he looks at you, but I won’t share. You’re mine. My son will need to learn control, or I will cast him out of everything under the Ashworth umbrella.”
It gave me a twisted thrill to see Colson's jealousy flare up. The thought that he would crush any man who dared touch me, even his own son, sent a shiver through me.
"You don’t have to worry," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes darkened with possession. "I’m sure of that."
Without warning, he grabbed my hips and tossed me onto the bed, his strength effortless. My heart raced as he joined me, hisbody looming over mine. The thin fabric of his lounge pants did nothing to hide the hard evidence of his desire, straining against the material.
My eyes were drawn to it, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling inside me. Colson was big, and the thought of what he might do to me—how he might tear me apart—sent a jolt of both excitement and dread through my veins.
He ran his hand over my freshly waxed skin, his touch almost reverent as he explored every inch. "I like this very much," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. His fingers brushed over my most sensitive places, making me gasp. "All pink and plump. I’m pleased to see how wet you are for me."
I bit my lip, the mix of vulnerability and his raw power overwhelming. His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and the certainty that I was his, body and soul. I could feel his hot breath on my center as he moved closer.
“You smell so good," Colson breathed, his voice low and filled with hunger. "I can’t wait to taste your sweet little cunt.”
A whimper escaped my lips as his cold fingertip slid through my slick folds, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine. He pushed inside me slowly, deliberately, until he met resistance.
“Colson,” I moaned, my breath hitching as the heat between us grew.
His gaze darkened with possessive satisfaction. “You’re very tight," he murmured, his thumb brushing my swollen clit in a teasing circle. "I’ll have to be careful with you when the time comes.”
The promise in his words both terrified and thrilled me, a potent mix of fear and desire that left me trembling beneath his touch. He explored me and I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I’d see if I opened them. It was obvious Colson knew how to work a woman’s body.
