Page 37 of Taken Online

It was a claiming.

His lips crashed against mine, and I opened for him instantly. He kissed me like he was starving, and I matched it with something close to fury. I bit his lip and he growled into my mouth.

My first real kiss with Blake,

God, I loved it.

This was my fucking therapist….why did that make it hotter?

Blake pulled back a fraction, breath ghosting over my lips.

“You taste like sin,” he whispered. “And you’re mine.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My heart was battering against my chest, and I felt like my whole body had been set on fire.

Then he leaned in again. Rougher now. Deeper.

Our mouths collided like something inevitable, and I opened for him instantly, letting him swallow me whole. My body arched up into his, heat rolling off his skin as his weight pressed down. He kissed like a man unhinged, like this was the reward for every aching restraint he'd practiced before tonight.

“Please don’t,” I whispered between ragged breaths, voice cracking. “I’m—I’m a virgin.”

He froze, muscles locked against mine.

For one long second, the room was completely still, his body heavy over mine, his breath caught mid-exhale. Then his hands returned with purpose, stripping the last of my clothes away like tearing the final page from a book he already knew by heart.

“You want me to stop, princess?” he murmured, low and teasing, voice thick with something that bordered on reverence. His words sent a violent shiver through me. I could feel the heavy line of his cock through his pants, grinding slow and possessive against the inside of my thigh.

He sounded like he owned me.

Like he had every right to my body.

He made quick work of the rest, tugging my underwear down, running his hand up my leg like he was taking inventory of what was his now. I gasped as his palm slid over my inner thigh, firm and sure, and I hated how much I wanted him to keep going.

Then came the sound of his belt unfastening. A whisper of metal, the soft click of it being undone, and the rustle of his pants being pushed down. I felt him kneel between my legs, settle there like he belonged. Like this was always where he was meant to be.

"What's stopping me from taking you right now?" he murmurs, against my ear, his breath warm, his touch unforgiving. "Could have you however I want. Right Now."

Oh, god, Blake.

He reached up and gripped my ankles, spreading me wider.

Humiliation flashed through me like lightning. My breath caught in my throat. I was open. Exposed. Blind. Vulnerable in a way that made my skin burn and my cock ache all at once.

He groaned low in his chest. “Look at you… already shaking.” He took my blindfold, and my senses blurred for a second at the ambush of vision, but I saw his dark hazel eyes peer at me.

He leaned forward, dragging his mouth across my stomach, then up to my chest. His tongue flicked across my nipple, sending heat shooting through me, and I gasped, arching up against the restraints.

He moved lower again, trailing kisses down my hip, licking just beside where I needed him most.

My body betrayed me, trembling, twitching, begging in ways I couldn’t speak out loud. I felt the head of his cock nudge against me, slick and thick and hot.

He didn’t push in.

Not yet.

He stroked me first, long, slow, intentional. His fingers circled the head of my cock with maddening care, as if he wanted to memorize what made me gasp, what made my body jerk.

I whimpered, helpless.

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