Page 18 of Captive Bride

I’ve never felt anything like this.

The tip of his thick, rough finger dips into the slickness of my pussy, stroking along my entrance.

I need to make this stop.

Now.

But I can’t…

Because now his finger is gliding into me, stretching and filling me. An earthy, primal wave of something emanates from my core, clenching my belly, making me want, need more. But more of what?—

I dinnae know.

A moan rises from my lips. “I need…”

“You need me.” His expert finger strokes inside me. I give a desperate gasp as he withdraws it, only to find my breath choking off as it moves to my clit, circling my throbbing, swollen bud. “Don’t you?”

“No,” I hiss. He stills, his finger no longer massaging my needy clit. Realizing my mistake, I resort to a mangled plea. “No! Yes. Please!”

“You sound confused, Fiona. It seems like what you think you want and what you actually need may be two entirely different things. Can we agree on that fact?”

“I dinnae know,” I whine, shifting my hips, trying to steal another swipe of his finger. A sudden shock hits my body as two thick fingers are fully thrust inside me. I gasp, choking on my cry as I push back against his hand, shamefully aiding him in filling me.

“Yer so tight, wee virgin. So tight and so pretty and so. Fucking. Sexy.”

A breathy whine escapes me as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. No one’s ever referred to me as sexy, choosing to focus on my red hair, peely-wally skin, and freckles. Now, slumped over his dining table, his fingers inside me, fucking me, the deep secrets of womanhood begin to unlock within me.

“Callum,” I breathe. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t. Just promise me one thing. That you’ll marry me.”

“I c—can’t,” I gasp.

But he doesn’t pull away. Thank goodness. His fingers keep working me, pleasuring me, a tightening wrapping around my core.

“Then promise me you won’t run.”

“Fine.” I push my ass back against him, moving in rhythm with his hand, back and forth as he brings me to that beautiful place I’ve only managed to find a few times with my own fumbling fingers.

Those lonely nights in bed…it didn’t feel like this. Desperation, longing, and need fill me, leaving me gasping. When I’m about to reach that perfect pinnacle, he takes his fingers from me. Snaps my panties back into place. He gives my ass a hard smack that sends me flying onto my toes, my skirt falling back into place as I right myself to standing.

I face him, immediately wishing I hadn’t, as he eases his fingers into his mouth. Fingers that were only moments ago…inside me. Heat flashes over my face in shame as I watch him tasting, licking me from his skin.

“Like honey. Sweet and rich.” A slow smile spreads across his face, that look of chaos flashing in his green eyes. “And all mine. This is just my first taste.” He moves his two fingers over his lips, his tongue lashing in the air. “Soon, I’ll have the full dessert. Tell me, wee Fi, have you ever had a man’s mouth on your pussy?”

I don’t answer.

He steps closer. “How virgin are you, my wee bride?”

“I’m not your bride.” I step back.

He takes another step toward me. “That’s not what I asked you.”

“I’ve never done…anything.” I shrink back till I’m bumping the doorframe behind me.

He puts a hand on the frame above my head, closing me in with his broad body. “Was that your first kiss?” He drags the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

I push his hand away. “No. I’ve been kissed before…but I meant that’s all I’ve done.”

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