Page 39 of Taken By the Convicts
A gentle hand smoothed her hair back behind one ear. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but it calmed her.
“Anyone else here?”
He shook his head. Ivan was gone, and she was alone with Reece. There was no one to stop them now.
Melina grabbed his hand and headed toward the stairs. She looked up the thirty steps to the security panel by the door.
Her prison tattoo hadn’t been keyed to the panel, but Reece’s had. Freedom waited on the other side of that door, along with a planet full of men who’d use her, men much worse than the ones in this bunker. But she couldn’t stay here forever, and they might not get another chance.
Reece made the motion of a bird with his hand.
“Hawke’s out there. And a lot of other men who will hurt me.” Last night when she’d woken in Ivan’s bed before Reece had returned, she knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Ivan had stirred feelings in her, desire perhaps, or maybe just a need to make amends for her past. Either way, the man knew how to get what he wanted, much like Namir. She wasn’t sure she could handle Ivan, and she would not let him control her.
She couldn’t go through that again.
Reece’s arms circled her waist. Not forcefully, but enough to let her know she wasn’t alone. She wished she could hear his words. She worried that she had been imposing her thoughts, her fears, and feelings on him and that she didn’t truly understand him.
“You don’t think we should leave, do you?”
He kissed her forehead. It appeared the decision was hers to make.
“I’m not sure what’s best. I’m scared. I don’t know these men.” She hesitated, then added, “I don’t even know you.”
His frown felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. “That came out wrong. Forgive me,” she said as she lifted up on her toes and pressed her lips against his.
He opened to her immediately, welcoming her in, like she was returning home. That’s how Reece felt to her, like home. Not like Baccula, but better. A warm place where one could kick off her shoes, lean back, and know that embrace would wrap around her, hold her snug and safe where no one could touch her. Not the prisoners who’d take from her or the memories which haunted her. They all faded away as if they’d never existed.
Reece’s hand cupped the back of her head while another smoothed down her back and under the loose shirt she wore. His hand, slightly rough but gentle as could be, caressed her skin in a way that practically made her purr. Her hands roamed over impressive biceps while his finger brushed the side of her breast, making her moan in his mouth. God, she loved how his fingers brushed over her very taut nipple, sending a fire through her. She stepped into him, close enough to feel his hard cock straining against his pants.
The urge to touch him, to let him know she wanted him as much as he wanted her prevailed. Her hand glided to his length and stroked him.
“Een,” Reece said, breaking their kiss. He never said much beyond a few grunts and growls, but she’d heard him say that before.
“My name? Are you saying my name?” She felt butterflies in her stomach that he forced himself to say her name when he avoided all other attempts at talking.
He kissed her again. That was definitely ayes. And what a yes it was. Her Reece certainly knew how to kiss.
“I like how you say my name. Rather sexy.”
Reece pushed the loose pants down past her hips as he squeezed her ass. The corner of his mouth kicked up. He was playful and wicked, all rolled together.
Melina wiggled her hips, trying to get him to move his hands to her pussy where she wanted him. Instead, he eased her to sit on a step and pulled her pants past her bare feet. The bulge in his pants was at eye level.
“I want to taste you, Reece.”
Flecks of yellow danced in his warm hazel eyes as he unzipped his pants. Her hands slid down his body, pulling his pants past his hips until his cock sprang free. She ran a single finger over the thick cock, loving how velvety soft it felt.
When she tilted her head back to look at him, she found him staring at her with a possessive look that settled in her core. She’d wanted him since the first time he’d fought for her, but she never thought he’d be so gentle with her.
As Melina licked the tip, his eyes rolled back. Seeing the joy in his face made her feel strong, powerful in a way she hadn’t known before. Reece moaned. She’d done that to him, made her gentle giant moan. Melina swirled her tongue around him, eager to see how he’d react.
She’d never seen a more handsome man, not with how his face filled with peace and wonder.
His hands threaded through her hair as she sucked him into her mouth. Strong hands didn’t push, move, or try to control her but simply held her as she ran her tongue over his length. He probably didn’t know the beautiful music he made as she sucked on him, and how every note made her pussy flutter.
Her hands gripped his finely sculpted ass as she buried her face against his belly, trying to breathe while taking him deep. She only lasted a few seconds before having to pull off for air, but her pussy was dripping wet with every exotic moan she pulled from him. She sucked him in again, bobbing on and off him now with an increasing pace that made her core clench with need. And then he lifted her off of him, placing her three steps higher as he pushed her knees apart.
He dove between her legs, swiping his tongue through her folds with reckless abandon. His tongue, flat and large, molded itself to every fold, not missing a spot. He had fabulous control, licking her entrance as he pressed his nose—his entire face—into her folds, hitting her clit and every nerve in her pussy as he tongue-fucked her.
