Page 77 of The Freedom in Captivity

I skirt my hands up his chest, my skin bright compared to the dark and numerous tattoos covering his body. I long to study every single one, to ask him the stories behind them, but we don’t have that kind of time. Instead, I lift onto my toes, wrap my arms around his neck, and brush my lips against his, as an invitation.

That’s all it takes before I’m in his arms, my legs winding his, only my panties and his jeans between us. There’s not an inch of me that isn’t on fire from touching his skin.

He cups my breasts again and breaks from my mouth, nipping his way down my neck, and my head falls back to allow him the space. My core clenches with every flick of his tongue, as though he’s licking my pussy instead of my neck.

“Hold onto me,” he commands.

I am, but I tighten my hold as he releases me to reach down and undo his own jeans. I can’t see what he’s doing, only feel as his pants get shoved down, and then I’m met with his hard length between us.

I rock my hips against him and with a low noise, he rips those away, dropping them also to our feet. With his hands freed again, he holds me under my ass again and drags his cock through my core.

“Always ready for a good, hard fuck, aren’t you?”

My nails dig into his shoulders, commanding him to continue. “Only with you,ma lune.”

He stills, a beat of silence filling the air. Even my heart pauses its thumping, and I wonder how bad of a mistake I made until he tips his head again and takes me in another one of his breathless kisses that makes my head swim.

Then his cock enters me, just the tip, and I push my hips down, urging him deeper.

“Fuck me,” I beg, my voice a tone even I don’t recognize. “Hard, Flynn. Remind me of everything we are.”Imprint my body with your touch, so no matter what happens next, I’ll never forget this.

He pushes another inch inside and stretches me, enticing a pleasured whimper. My nails scrape his skin again, my hips rocking to take him deeper.

“You’re not in charge, so give up. If you’re not good, I’ll have to tie you back up. Keep you on the edge until you remember who is.”

Words. I grin because I know this man. “I dare you, Flynn. You don’t enjoy complete submission, and you never have.”

He pushes more of his cock inside me, making my point more apparent, but grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, brushing a bruising kiss to my lips, which feel swollen from his mouth.

“Careful now. It won’t be about submission when I have you tied up like my little slut, ready for my use whenever and however I want. We both know you’d still be in control.”

In another life, I’d dare him again, to make that a reality, but not in this one. Not when the minutes slip away faster and faster and the time we have together is coming to an end.

Either way, my body reacts to his words and I grow wetter. Flynn groans, and with a final thrust, is all the way inside me, that fucking piercing of his hitting precisely the right spot that will quickly have me coming.

“Drenched,” he murmurs, and my head falls back against the wall. “Ready,mon soleil?”

“God yes,” I breathe. “Fuck me hard, Flynn.”

That’s exactly what he does. No teasing, no leisure, and not gentle. He gives me what I need in his pace, his thrusts, the way his fingers grip my hip like he’ll never release me. My head falls into the curve of his shoulder, crying through the building pressure. Between being stretched and his piercing brushing the sensitive spot inside me, it won’t take long.

Even if I don’t want it to. I don’t want to come. I don’t want him to come. Because then he leaves this room and the future is unknown. While he’s here, it’s on pause.

My back rubs against the wall and I’m sure it’ll be red in the morning, but it doesn’t matter. It’ll be a memory of this moment.

His hands move from my hips to my ass, and he grips each cheek, taking the skin in a hold that should be painful. Thatispainful but I love it. Love his touch. Always have.

He meets my eyes, our conversation silent besides the breathy pants, the struggle I’m having in keeping eye contact when they just want to shut and let go. My nails scrape violently at his skin, aiming to mark him the same way he’s marked me over the days.

My own claim on him.

Then one of his hands shifts and he reaches between us, gathering wetness before replacing his hand on my ass. This time, at a different spot, and his finger pushes against the tight ring of muscle back there, making me tense. No one’s touched that part of me before, but it feels right that Flynn would. He’s gotten all my other firsts.

“Relax,” he whispers, and I do. Just like that because Flynn won’t hurt me. Not past the point I can accept, not past the point I enjoy.

Slowly, slower than I’ve ever been able to believe his man capable of, he pushes his digit inside me. I hiss, the feeling unfamiliar, and my eyes slam shut, my head falling into his neck again. He lets me and it’s the scent of him I cling to, my nails digging back into his skin again.

“Breathe. If it hurts, tell me.”

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