Page 61 of Captive Vows
I grunted lightly at the intensity of him kissing me, parting my lips and tasting immediately. Under the increased pressure of him pushing me to meet him in the middle, I moaned. Already, I was embarrassingly wet. Even now, I was desperate for him.
He’d startled me, showing up like this. But the almost feverish pull he seemed to claw at me with was something else.
What happened?
Who did this?
What’s wrong?
What went so badly tonight?
Are you really hurt?
None of those questions left my lips. I couldn’t ask a single one of them with my mouth so preoccupied. The more that I gave in to this mutual desire, the less I cared.
He picked me up effortlessly. Held tightly to his chest, it was instinct to wrap my legs around his waist. Like this, with his bloodied lip sucking at me, his cut-up hands gripping my ass cheeks, and his dick already hard and poking at me, he carried me out of the studio.
Feeling the limp in his gait reminded me that he was hurt. Tasting the metallic tang in his kiss was a show of how he’d been injured in another round of violence.
It all pointed to the fact that he was a dangerous man. One prone to fighting, to killing. To taking whatever he saw fit, including me. All those details should’ve had me running, terrified and logically wanting nothing to do with him. But that was the old me. That was the old reality.
Now, I knew better. I was aware of how right he was for me despite being almost twice my age. I’d realized how perfectly he’d keep me safe and sated.
Keeping my eyes closed, I framed his face and let him take me to bed. To his bed, the one we shared as though we were a real couple.
Instead of lowering me to the mattress, he sat. I straddled him, not letting up on this seal between our mouths as we continued to kiss. The rub of my breasts against his rock-hard chest was the ultimate tease of friction. But when I ground down, moving my pussy over his erection, that had me gasping for air and crying out in need.
“Fuck me.”
He growled it so gruffly that I couldn’t tell if it was a gritty expletive of awe and marvel or if he was ordering me.
“Fuck me, Gabriella.” He gripped the hem of my shirt and shoved it upward. “I need you.”
My pulse skyrocketed. My pussy dripped. Between my aching nipples and this tension banding within my stomach, I was so ready to ride him and appease him. When he was hungry for me like this, it was impossible not to view him as my beast to tame.
“I want to see you.” He wrenched his hand upward to rip my shirt partway.
Giving up on kissing him just so I could acquiesce and get my dance gear off, I stood and stripped while maintaining eye contact.
“I need to feel you.”
My shirt and bra were gone, but I wasn’t fast enough.
He leaned in, hooking his arm around my waist as he pulled me closer until he took my nipple into his mouth. Biting my lip at the deep suction there, I squirmed and hurried to get my skirt and panties off. My tights. Socks. All of it. He didn’t give me much leeway, no slack to move with ease. But that was all part of the thrill. Being held and trapped, to submit when he was in this dominant mood.
He ripped his mouth from my breasts. The wetness left there from his tongue taunted me as it cooled from the air. Goosebumps spread over my flesh. I couldn’t help but shiver from the delicious anticipation of him taking me.
Standing abruptly to tug his clothes off, he narrowed his eyes and growled. “Fuck me, Gabriella. Fuck menow.”
I nodded, but before I could ever reach for him, he’d spun me around and I fell toward the bed. He crawled onto it after me, spanking my ass once as I faced him. Then we were united again.
Pushed to kneel on my hands and knees in front of him, I thrust my ass up and waited for him to enter me.
He didn’t delay. Lining up his dick to my pussy, he pushed the head in and stretched me. Full and wide, I was split open for him. Just like every other time he took me hard, I moaned and pushed back into him.
“Fuck me.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me backward until he was seated. “I said fuck me.”
Another spank landed on my ass cheek. Warmth radiated from the strike. So taboo and naughty. I felt ready to come from that alone.
