Page 70 of Captured Innocence

“Don’t. Please don’t unless…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. Why were tears forming in my eyes? Why had the resolve I’d build so carefully, crafting blocks of steel all around me just come crashing down?

“Unless I promise to never leave?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is?”

“I can’t, Mattia.” There was no conviction in my voice. None. I knew it. He knew it.

He pressed me down onto the table once again, gently rolling me over onto my back then spreading my legs wide open. As he crowded between them, I was painfully aware that he had a perfect view of my glistening pussy lips, the intense scent of my yearning likely staining the insides of his nostrils.

“Non ti lascerò mai più. Sei la luce che altera la mia oscurità, l’aria che ho bisogno di respirare. E sarai mio fino alla fine dei tempi.” His whispered words weren’t anything that I would have ever expected.

I will never leave you again. You are the light that alters my darkness, the air that I need to breathe. And you will be mine until the end of time.

I was momentarily in shock, finding the entire situation absurd. Yet his hoarse whisper ignited the flame that had never truly burned out, the longing so infused with need that I couldn’t separate the two. I was in some crazy kind of limbo; the rumble of the train, the fast beating of my heart, and the intoxication I felt just being in his aura too much to take.

He took a deep breath, gently brushing his fingers down my arm. “My beautiful baby.”

“I’m not yours.”

“Yes, you are. You always have been.”

Always. The word had such a wondrous meaning. For a few seconds, I almost fell into a trance.

Then I jerked up, almost able to slip off the table. He was too fast, pushing me back once again then lifting my legs and exposing all of me. A heated crush of electricity burned my cheeks as he dragged his tongue across his lips in appreciation. Where it had been dark before, the lack of lighting allowing me to hide behind a façade so he couldn’t see me therefore it wasn’t happening, this was entirely different.

There was no denying what was happening or that I was excited from his touch, the explosive heat tearing through me. “Close your eyes, princess. Allow me to make you feel very good while I provide another reminder that you need what only I can provide.”

His words were almost soothing, and I found myself obeying him without question, clenching my eyes shut and turning my head to the side. He caressed the inside of my thigh, the touch so gentle I was drawn into a haze of sweet peace, something I hadn’t anticipated.

As he brushed the backs of his fingers down to my knee, I shuddered. Then I sensed he noticed a mark on my thigh where one of the bastards had caught me trying to escape, striking me with his weapon. The intense growl he issued sent another shiver all the way to my toes.

“If those bastards weren’t already dead, I’d rip them apart limb by limb for what they did to you.”

Without a doubt, I believed him, the dark tone in his voice more ominous than before. When he kissed my calf then the inside of my knee, I tensed, fisting both hands. As soon as he pressed his heated lips against the inside of my thigh, I shuddered visibly, my toes curling inside my shoes. Then as he blew across my aching pussy, I couldn’t hold back a series of moans.

He had a way of making me feel incredible with his subtle touches and the insanely explosive heat of his body. The rational part of me knew somewhere that I needed to stop him before this went too far, but I did nothing other than arch my back.

“You are a beautiful woman, Sophia. Even more than I remembered. God, how I’ve missed you.”

Why did the husky sound of his voice awaken the darkness within me, arousing the woman I’d put into a dormant state? The tone was rich in velvet yet gravelly at the same time. The combination was irresistible, and I wanted to beg him to fuck me. That would never happen. Not again. I refused to lose myself to a fantasy. Nothing good would come of it.

When I felt him dipping his head further, I covered my face with both hands, refusing to acknowledge that he was about ready to devour my aching pussy.

“God, I can’t wait to feast on your pretty pink pussy.” When he growled, I was thrown how excited the sound made me. I’d never had another man react in such an animalistic way, as if he’d prefer to go hungry rather than taste anything else.

I kept my eyes cinched tight, refusing to look at him, the embarrassment too significant. Yet as he blew across my pussy again, I couldn’t help but snag a single look, basking in the way his eyes were staring at me, watching my every move.

Mattia rolled the tip of his finger around my clit and I bucked up from the table, pressing my sweaty palms against the Formica’s surface. When he swirled the tip of his tongue around my already tender tissue, I tossed my head back and forth, doing everything I could to keep from moaning.

I sensed he was enjoying every moment, totally in control of his actions and his hunger while my stomach was in knots, my mind floating free of any rational thought. When he licked me again, I arched my body into the wetness of his tongue, already intoxicated by the scent of my desire.

“Oh, God.”

“You taste so sweet, perfect flower. More so than before. Have you been saving yourself for me?”

The flush of heat cresting across my jaw was from the embarrassed acknowledgement that I had. I heard a glitch in his voice and dared not look at him.

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