Page 49 of Captive Vows
Hearing her lose her mind to my tasting her sweetness was another memory I’d take to the grave. I’d never forget how she trembled and shook. How she watched with awe and shock. Licking and sucking, I left no inch of her untouched flesh neglected. But it was when I moved on to her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue before sucking on it over and over, that she came for me.
Her first orgasm was mine.
The gush of her arousal was mine.
All those cries and strained growls of reaching that blissful release were mine.
Gabriella was fucking mine. To take. To keep. To fuck.
Yet, as I watched her quiver and close her eyes tight at the intensity of her orgasm, I knew I couldn’t rush any more of this.
I couldn’t let the hunt and chase be over already. She was the salvation, the break to my same-old depression, and I refused to take too much, too soon. I had to endure the challenge, to wait and pace myself before she, too, would be spent and used, no longer a new thing to intrigue me.
Stepping back from her was the hardest thing I’d done in years. Her legs remained parted as her thighs trembled. That pink, glistening pussy was bared for me to see. Leaning back, her head hanging down so her hair tumbled like a curtain behind her, she was lax and open. Exposed and all for me to take as I pleased.
I didn’t.
Retreating one step, then another, I licked my lips and damned how delicious she was when she finally surrendered. I wanted her. I lusted for her with every fiber of my being, everycell of my body. Still trapped under my pants, my dick strained and ached to be freed and slammed deep inside her.
I wouldn’t. Not like this. I had to prolong this challenge and intrigue for as long as I could.
Without comforting her, without offering her any solace or guidance for how to recover from an orgasm like that, I backed out of the studio and closed the door behind me.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I leaned back on the closed door. Shutting my eyes, I tried to grasp and cling to the threads of how sweet and sexy she was, opening up for me to take what I wanted. To give her what she sought.
Leaving her alone felt wrong.
Yet, at the same time, it was the only right thing to do.
If I stayed to hold her and comfort her…
No. Just go.
Worried that I could be too soft, that I could care too much, I walked away and left her to handle the aftermath of what happened when she doubted how deeply she could inspire me. She could make her own opinions about what it was like when she tried to dismiss how much I appreciated her and all she’d done to change my life this far.
18
GABRIELLA
Ihadn’t caught my breath from coming so hard before the sound of the door clicking shut reached my ears.
Luka left.
Before I had a chance to come down from the high of my orgasm.
Without a word.
Not a second thought at all.
He came in here to distract me with his wicked touches and sinful kisses. Then he was gone. He’d left me here just the way I was as I came so intensely from his mouth and fingers on me. My legs remained draped over the edge of the stage. My feet dangled, my panties caught at one ankle. At the shake of my arms from reclining on them for so long, I cringed and tried to sit up to relieve the pressure on them. All of my muscles were raw, my limbs too loose from how he’d shaken me. But it was the cool air on the exposed skin between my legs that registered the most.
He'd left me here likethis, spent and open. Bared. Used. Teased.
Willing my heart to slow down from the rush of coming, I sat there and continued to catch my breath. That confusing, damning Mafia boss gave me pleasure orally, then took off.
I bet he hadn’t even looked back.
Giving up on the stupid thought that he might’ve merely left to get something to clean me up, I scooted off the ledge to stand. My legs were still shaky, but holding on to the stage helped.
