Page 113 of Captive

His body is warm and inviting, like a heated stone that’s been in the sun all day. Maybe that’s why I always feel so comforted by him.

Hector tenses as I untie the leather cord around his waist. My fingers brush against his skin as I tug on the cord and slip it free. Without dropping eye contact, I grip his pants and pull them down, revealing the rest of his toned body to me. His muscles tighten in anticipation, every inch of his body inviting me to explore him.

So, I do.

Gliding, teasing, stroking him with my fingertips. Then, my mouth. I run my tongue over his abdomen, tasting him. He breathes out my name as if it’s a prayer, his need a tantalizing reminder that he wants me as much as I want him.

Boldly, I grab his hardness and run my fingers along him, feeling every ridge like a map of uncharted lands. With every stroke, his breathing accelerates as if to match the speed of my caress.

Even though I have never touched a man like this before, I saw enough at the brothel. Besides, it’s instinct. Touching him. Stroking him. Giving him pleasure.

He has given me so much. Now, it’s my turn to give back to him.

He groans as I glide my fingertips along his length, feeling him grow harder and more aroused.

“Hades!” he says between clenched teeth.

I sink to my knees and take him in my mouth, licking and caressing him with my tongue. He fastens his fingers around my hair as I move over him, sliding up and down in a steady rhythm.

He moveswith me, his hips thrusting as he pushes into me. I take him deeper, working him with my hands, and then with my mouth.

His entire body shudders as his hands come to my shoulders, pushing me back. “Stop. I need to be inside you.”

I pull back. “Need?”

“Yes.Need.” He growls the last word as he leans down and swoops me into his arms.

I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bed. As we land on the mattress, he rolls me on top of him. Desire floods through me as I straddle him, and he pulls me down onto him. I gasp at that sensation. That feeling of him pushing into me. Filling me. Stretching me.

Torchlight cradles us as I thrust my head back and move faster, harder. Bringing my body into him as much as he drives upward.

It’s the perfect tangle of our bodies. Our lust. Our skin. My need against his. His fire fueling mine.

His movements become increasingly frenzied, as if he’s possessed by some primal force. The sheer intensity of it drives me into delirium. His delirium.

I plant my palms against this chest and give my body the pleasure it craves—him. All of him.

Torchlight flares across his face as he flips me onto my back and pins me beneath him like a moth in flame. Maybe it was always going to be that way between us. Me the moth. Him the flame I was never going to escape.

Olah, help me.

I don’t want to escape anymore. I want to stay like this forever.

He grips my hips, plunging into me. Taking me. Branding me. Making me forever his.

I match him. Beat for beat. Thrust for thrust.

I dig my fingernails into his back, not caring if they break skin. Maybe they should. Maybe I should imprint myself so deep he’ll never be rid of me.

Needing more, I arch my back and drive myself onto him. He slams into me, moving faster and faster. The bed creaks as he drives harder and harder.

I am lost. Almost gone. Almost—

I come apart beneath him.

A moan shudders from me as my body spasms, tightening around him.

His head drops back, and he groans as he reaches his release. “Hades!”

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