Page 136 of Rok's Captive
I reach up to trace the contours of his face, memorizing each line, each angle. The first time I saw him, I thought him terrifying. Now, I see the beauty in his otherworldly features, in the strength and grace of his form.
The fear for Jacqui is a live wire under my skin, but Rok’s arms are the only thing keeping me from unraveling. I need this. I need him. To remind me I’m not alone. My muscles unwind stitch by stitch, the heat of his body seeping into mine like sunlight against frost. For the first time since we left camp, my breath comes steady.
“Kiss me,” I say in my mind.
His head tilts slightly, that now-familiar gesture of curiosity. “Water sharing, from the mouth.”
“Yes,” I whisper aloud, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
Without hesitation, Rok leans down, his mouth brushing against mine, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. His lips are warm and firm, the press of them sending a shiver through me. I part my lips slightly, inviting him in, and the moment he deepens the kiss, all hesitation vanishes.
His hunger is raw, unrestrained, as if he’s been waiting for this moment since the moment we met. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth claims mine completely. The kiss is not just a kiss—it’s a declaration, a promise, a sealing of something unspoken between us.
And I kiss him back with equal fervor, my hands sliding up his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, the heat of his skin against my palms. Every inch of him is strength and power, but beneath it, I feel the vulnerability he only shows me.
Rok pulls me closer, his massive arms wrapping around me as if to shield me from the rest of the world. His touch is everywhere—his hands sliding down my back, gripping my hips, his claws careful but possessive. His body radiates a heat that seeps into me, igniting something deep in my core.
“Mine,” he projects, his mental voice a low growl that resonates through me, sending a shockwave of need straight to my core.
“Yours,” I whisper aloud, my voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “Always yours.”
His glowing golden eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. There’s nothing but him and me, the space between us charged with an almost unbearable tension. Slowly, reverently, he lifts me into his arms and lays me down on the smooth rock. His gaze never leaves mine, his expression a mixture of awe. Desire.
Rok’s hands move to the edges of my shirt, his claws careful as he peels the fabric away. His gaze darkens as each inch of skin is revealed, his breathing growing heavier. When I’m bare before him, his eyes roam over me, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“You are…like a ray of pure light,” he projects. “Beautiful.”
I feel a flush creep up my neck, but there’s no time for embarrassment as he lowers himself over me, his mouth trailing a line of kisses down my neck, lingering at the hollow of my throat. His tongue flicks against my skin, teasing, tasting, and I gasp at the sensation.
His hands explore me with a surety that leaves me breathless, his touch both tender and possessive. He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, and I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Please,” I whisper, voice trembling.
He growls softly in response; the sound vibrating against my skin as he takes my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a way that sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me. My hands find his shoulders, gripping him as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
The ache between my thighs grows unbearable, and I shift beneath him, pressing my hips up against his. His loincloth does little to hide his arousal, the hard length of him pressing against me, and I whimper at the contact.
“Rok,” I whisper, more insistently this time, my hands sliding down his back, urging him closer.
He pulls back slightly, his glowing eyes meeting mine, and the look in them steals what little breath I have left.
“Please,” I whisper, and the last thread of his restraint snaps. He claims my lips again, this time with a ferocity that makes my toes curl. His hands move to my hips, tugging away the last of the barriers between us. I shiver as the cool night air brushes against my heated skin, but the chill is quickly forgotten as Rok presses himself against me, his body radiating a warmth that sets me alight.
His hand slides between my thighs, his long fingers exploring me with a gentleness that belies his size. When he finds the sensitive bundle of nerves, I cry out; the sound disappearing into his mouth as my hips buck against his hand. He watches me intently, his eyes glowing brighter as he works me into a frenzy, his fingers teasing and stroking until I’m trembling beneath him.
“Now,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders.
He growls softly, the sound sending a thrill through me, and positions himself at my entrance. He hesitates for only a moment, his gaze locking with mine, and then he pushes forward, slowly, carefully, until he’s fully seated inside me.
I gasp at the sensation, the stretch of him almost too much, but the pleasure far outweighs the discomfort. Rok’s breathing is ragged, his body trembling as he holds himself still, giving me time to adjust.
“You feel—” His thoughts stutter against mine, reverent. “Like fire and water combined. Impossible. Perfect.”
His wonder floods through our connection, carrying images of the desert’s cruel antagonism—the way life here exists between scorching heat and precious moisture, always at war. Yet with me, inside me, these opposing forces don’t destroy. They ignite.
“My light,” he growls, and the words vibrate through every point where we’re joined, like a claim written in the oldest language. Of flesh. Of need.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, and when I roll my hips against his, he takes it as permission to move. He starts slow, his thrusts deep, but as the tension builds between us, his control slips.
