Page 7 of Dark Captive

I feel every step he takes as our lips remain locked in a desperate, starving embrace. Then he gently guides me onto the bed, the soft sheets cool against my back.

I eagerly reach for his pants, deftly unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper open. I'm about to continue, my palms itching to touch him, when he gently takes hold of my hands and steps away, standing at the edge of the bed.

The room fills with the sounds of our rapid breathing, a symphony of desire echoing off the walls. As my eyes remain locked on him, a tantalizing sight unfolds before me. With each deliberate movement, Cole removes his pants, revealing the intricate tattoo adorning his lower abdomen. The ink dances across his skin, an enigmatic masterpiece that stretches from his waist, elegantly sweeping along his sides and fading into the mysterious canvas of his back.

Excitement surges through me as my gaze shifts downward, drawn to his muscular legs. My pulse quickens, anticipation building as I take in his impressive physique.

Cole returns to me, digging his knees into the mattress, seamlessly positioning himself between my open legs. I eagerly press my hands against his warm skin, feeling the rhythm of his chest rising and falling. The heat radiating from his powerful frame engulfs me, intensifying the electricity between us.

His mouth is on my neck, his tongue grazing my skin ever so lightly as he traces kisses down my collarbone to my cleavage. His tip teases my entrance ever so lightly, eliciting sinful moans from me as his tongue plays with my breasts. My legs involuntarily cling to his waist, drawing him closer.

A mischievous grin forms on his face. “So impatient,” he says, guiding my nipple to his lips, teasingly nibbling on its tip.

A soft whimper escapes my lips as his teeth graze the sensitive skin. Just as I'm about to voice my need, he slowly introduces a new sensation, delicately pushing into my body with his hot cock. Except he continues this tantalizing play, skillfully teasing my entrance.

"Cole," I moan, unable to hold back, feeling him thrust into me with an intensity that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I cling tightly, my fingers digging into his strong back as he goes deeper. Our bodies merge seamlessly in this intimate dance of desire.

His raspy breath, hot and desperate, caresses the bridge between my neck and shoulder, igniting a tingling sensation. He releases a deep, guttural moan in my ear, its vibrations echoing through me. His lips graze my skin, trailing a path of sweet kisses along my neck, intensifying the electric currents coursing through my veins as he pulls out, then pushes back in. Out. Then in.

His thrusts increase, each one delving deeper, hitting the spot that propels me closer to climax. I lose myself in the moment, surrendering to the raw, sensual bliss that’s coursing through me. Time dissolves, leaving only the all-consuming hunger for his touch.

Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, the room resonates with the sounds of our shared ecstasy—a delicious blend of gasps and moans that echo the rapid beats of our racing hearts. The intensity builds. We chase the ultimate release.

And it hits me like a freight train.

Shattering all thought. Overwhelming me with its inevitability.

Making me cry out as I welcome falling apart.

Above me, Cole becomes a fury of thrusting, his movements losing rhythm, his body tight and straining. He finds his own release a moment later, gasping and roaring at the ferocity spearing through him. His seed fills me in hot spurts, searing me, sealing the connection we just forged.

He collapses to the side, drawing me with him as my body still pulses with aftershocks. We’re both breathing hard as I settle on his damp chest, a faint smile ghosting over my lips. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses each knuckle. Although he doesn’t say anything, I’m glad.

Cole just redefined several things.

Feeling utterly fulfilled.

How to make a girl feel desired. Cherished.

Mind-blowing sex.

A soft sigh escapes my lips, unable to contain itself as my eyes flutter closed.

I got far more than just some D.

Chapter4

Amber

Islowly open my eyes, inhaling deeply, letting the chill of the unfamiliar room's air fill my lungs before exhaling loudly. After last night's activities, my body feels surprisingly refreshed.

A smile spreads across my face as I relish the memory of the night, a pleasant tingling sensation coursing through my entire being. It's amazing how good sex can lead to restful sleep—something I haven't experienced in a while. And certainly not as…intense as that. I let out another contented sigh, basking in the glow of the morning sun.

Suddenly, a thought strikes me: the girls! I should let them know I'm safe since I left the club without a word. I reach out to find my phone so I can let my friends know I'm okay, only to find I can’t.

My hands come to a jolting stop.

Confusion washes over me as I feel my wrist clasped by something cool and solid, forcefully pulling me back as I try to extend my reach.

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