Page 130 of Five Days to Be Mine

“That’s it. You wanted to be captured, didn't you?”

His touch is so rough, making every nerve ending fire with anticipation.

“Yes.”

There’s no point in pretending otherwise. And I don’t want to.

He’s the only man I would let do this to me, trust in the dark in this way.

The only man who I'd run for, would submit to being caught.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, finding mine, not letting me up for breath. As his fingers work relentlessly, I squirm as he hits my G-spot.

Too rough, too fast, to be pleasurable, but an orgasm ripples through my body, making me scream.

“That’s it, princess. You’re going to give me another one.” His hand snakes under my shirt, he gets it off over my head, and cups my breast through my bra.

My body is shuddering with the aftershocks of the pleasure.

I help him get my bra off with trembling fingers. He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth.

With the lick of his hot tongue, I see stars, the sensation so intense.

He sucks, and laves and doesn’t let up, and I can't help but clutch him.

I want more and less, and I don't ever want him to stop all at the same time.

He switches to the other breast, his hand back between my legs. Heat blazes a trail through me. The pleasure already starts from my pussy, pushing at me to go under.

I spread my legs wider, giving him more access.

“Good girl.” He rewards me by taking the tip of my nipple between his teeth.

The pleasure is so intense, so sharp, I can barely catch my breath.

He lifts me up and brushes my sticky hair from my face.

“Catching you is my new favourite pastime.”

Oh, the husky way he said that has my heart beating even faster than it was when he was chasing me in the dark.

He kisses me, devouring my lips and I wrap my arms around him, wanting to be as close to him as I possibly can get.

I hear the whoosh of his belt as he takes it off, and reach for him, finding his waistband, getting his pants off of him.

“I am so hard for you, princess, and I can't wait to claim my reward.”

I swallow hard.

Yes, I’m going to do this.

I want him to take me that way. I do because I trust him and I know he’s not going to hurt me.

He rolls me over, sets me so that I’m on hands and knees. He kisses the nape of my neck, drags his lips over my back, right to my tailbone.

A shiver of desire, red hot and needy, drums through me as he presses his lips to my sensitive skin.

“Going to go nice and slow, baby. Ready?” I shake my head in the pitch black of the room.

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