Page 42 of Captive Vows
He pulled back, staring at me as he breathed hard. “You’re not smiling.”
I furrowed my brow and reached up to tug him back down for another kiss.
And another.
Another.
His growls turned me on more. When I whimpered with need, he slid his tongue into my mouth and stole a taste. Groping him to hold him close, I explored this raging heat to kiss and be kissed. To devour and be claimed.
That tension snapped at last. This delicious race to surrender to him scared me, but as he made out with me and clutched me close, I couldn’t imagine ever stopping.
Leading me toward the wall, he proved how quickly his control could unravel. He pressed me against the hard surface as he gripped my hips. His touch was rough and demanding, but I wasn’t scared. I was only that much more feral for him, that much more impatient and desperate for his kisses. For his needy gropes and pushes of his hips against me.
When he broke for air, I gasped and clung to him. With that one wicked look he focused on me, as if he were searing me from the inside out, I sagged and wished he could just show me how good it would be. I waited for him to take me—just like he said he could.
“Luka…”
He trailed hot kisses down from the tender spot beneath my ear. His hands squeezed at my hips, but it was the drugging, hot suction of his lips on my neck that made me squirm with more need. “Oh, Luka…”
He pulled back. Keeping his head low, he didn’t give me the privilege of eye contact. But it was when he stepped back fully that I wanted to cry out in protest.
“Have a good night, Gabriella.”
What?
No.
Seriously?
No!
What the hell?
I leaned against the wall as he turned away. Relying on the surface at my back to keep me upright, I panted and tried to unscramble my mind long enough to know what the hell had gone wrong.
In a millisecond, he was just over it. He was done. He was walking away from me without another word. Without any explanation.
He declared that when he wanted something, he’d just take it. He didn’t play games. He merely got what he wanted because of who he was.
As I watched him go, I lifted my trembling fingers to my lips and pressed them to the warmth he’d left there. Kiss-stung and swollen, I felt shaken to my core from just that tease.
Was he teasing me?
Was he messing with me on purpose?
What is going on?
All I knew was what he’d told me. That he took what he wanted.
And if he could walk away after kissing me like that, I had to accept the disappointing and wretched truth that he didn’t wantme, the thing he’d taken because he could.
I shook my head slowly, hating myself for ever desiring him when I was clearly so unworthy of his touches and kisses.
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LUKA
Ialmost lost control. If I hadn’t reached for the last reservoir of patience, I wouldn’t have been able to hold myself back. With her mewling in need for me, her lips so eager and hungry against mine, I was lost to doing what I did best.
