Page 15 of My Captive's Heart
“To win you, I’m willing to be.”
Her eyelashes flutter at the flash of possessiveness and madness on my face. Her fate dawns on her and she lashes out, shoving me back.
And failing epically.
“Ugh,” she growls. “You cannot kidnap me.”
“I already have.” I twirl a lock of her silky hair. “Can’t do it twice now, can I?”
“Don’t you hear how deranged you sound?”
I smile.
If she’s insulting me, then she’s not afraid of me. It’s the last emotion I want her to feel toward me.
“Take me home, Mr. Smith.”
“Not until you say yes to being mine.”
Her breath hitches. “Be yours?”
“Yes, little bird.” I cup her chin. “Mine.”
“No.” Defiance drips from her husky tone. “You got your wish. You had me once. Now set me free.”
“Once can never be enough with you.” Slipping my palm to her delicate throat, I push her against the wall and press my front flush against hers. Tilting her head back, I brush my lips over hers, rasping, “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you again. That you’veneverwanted me.”
Her mouth opens, but the denial doesn’t come out.
It’s all the opening I need.
I fuse my lips with hers.
Swallowing her shocked cry, I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and taste her sweetness. Eight years, I’ve waited and yearned to kiss her. It’s nothing short of being brought back to life. Or dying and entering heaven.
Our tongues meet.
Moaning, she flicks and swirls hers before coming to her senses that she’s kissing me back. Before she was melting against my chest, now she turns rigid. Punching me with her small fists, she tries to push me away.
I kiss her harder.
A coppery tang fills my mouth when she bites my tongue. My lips curl against her, yet I keep ravaging her plump lips until she has no choice but to savor the blood that she drew.
A treacherous and needy moan escapes her.
Rough domination is whatmywoman craves.
Slanting her head, I suck her fat bottom lip and kiss her deeper. I coax her with teasing flicks and nips to kiss me back. Caressing her cheek, I tangle and roll my tongue around with hers. Defiance melting like honey, she opens her mouth wider.
Hope ignites that I’ll win her soon.
Trailing one hand to the hem of my hoodie she’s wearing, I sneak it inside, tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh. The closer I get, the hotter she burns. Moisture beads on my cockheadwhen a trickle of wetness greets my fingers before I even reach her pussy.
Ending the kiss with a harsh pant, I keep her pinned to the glass wall.
Her eyes are squeezed shut.
That just won’t do.
