Page 94 of The Captive
When we broke apart, both breathing hard, she smiled with triumph. "There's my Alexander."
"I could never forget you." My hands skimmed her sides, reacquainting myself with her warmth.
"No looking back. No second thoughts." Her fingers worked at my belt with determined efficiency.
Belt, trousers, underwear hit the floor. Everything. Standing naked with her—in more ways than one—in golden sunlight was better than anything in the world, real or imagined.
"Beautiful." My fingers trailed her collarbone, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. "So fucking beautiful."
She shivered but held my gaze steady, chin tilted in challenge. "Then show me. Stop treating me like I'm breakable."
My control shattered. I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping my waist as I carried her back to the room where we had our makeshift bed and picnic site, all in one. The rose petals scattered as I laid her down, following to cover her body with mine.
"Are you certain?" I searched her face, thumb tracing her lower lip.
"I've never been more certain of anything." Her hands framed my face, eyes fierce with want. "I need this. I need you."
I kissed her like I was drowning. Her response was immediate, back arching as my hands explored territory I'd missed desperately. She tasted like everything I ever wanted. Like home.
My mouth travelled down her throat, pausing where her pulse hammered against my lips. "I've missed touching you," I murmured against her skin.
"Then stop talking and make me scream." Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire.
I continued south, lavishing attention on her breasts. When I took her nipple between my teeth, she gasped, spine arching off the mattress like a bow.
"God, yes." Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging. "Hmmmm…” She bit on her bottom lip. “I've missed us too."
"Never again." I promised against her skin, tongue swirling around the hardened peak. "I'll never make you wait that long again."
I pressed reverent kisses to her ribs, the soft curve of her belly where surgeons had saved her life. She tensed when I reached the scar where the bullet had torn through flesh and sinew.
"These too." I kissed each imperfection with worshipful care. "Every mark tells the story of how you fought to stay alive. With me."
Her breath hitched, eyes glistening. "Alexander..."
"You're perfect." I looked up to meet her gaze. "Every beautiful, stubborn, magnificent inch of you."
When I settled between her thighs, her scent made my head spin. She was already wet, ready.
"Please." The word escaped on a whisper, hips shifting restlessly. No rough handling today. Just letting ourselves get carried away…
I gave her what we both needed. My tongue swept through her folds, tasting her essence. She cried out, back arching as I focused on the sensitive bundle that made her writhe.
"Christ, your cunt tastes amazing." I growled against her heated flesh. "I could do this for hours."
"Don't you dare stop." Her legs trembled around my head, thighs pressing against my ears. "Right there, just like that."
I slid two fingers inside her tight heat while my mouth continued its assault. Her inner walls clenched around me, drawing me deeper.
"That's it." I curled my fingers to find that perfect spot. "Let me hear you, beautiful. Let me know how good I make you feel."
Her response was breathless moans punctuated by my name falling from her lips like a prayer. I worked her systematically until she was trembling on the edge.
"I'm so close,” she ground out. Her hips bucked against my mouth, hands fisting in my hair. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I doubled my efforts until she shattered with a keening moan that echoed off the bare walls. Her inner muscles convulsed around my fingers as waves washed through her, and I worked her through every tremor until she collapsed, boneless.
"Better?" I pressed gentle kisses to her flushed inner thighs.
