Page 75 of Captive

Hector started it when he kissed me after he sparred with Cenric. This spark. This overwhelming need for him.

Cool air kisses my skin as I yank up my surcoat and bring my hand to the area between my legs. The door groans open, and I freeze. Hector steps into the room as I scramble to yank my surcoat down.

His brow rises as he shuts the door and turns to me. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Red crawls over my face as I duck my gaze away, staring at the far wall instead of the man who had no right to interrupt. At least, that’s what I grumble to myself.

“Sol.” Hector’s footsteps echo across the floor and stop near the bed. “Were you touching yourself?”

“I was until you interrupted me,” I say.

The mattress dips as he sits on the side—right by where I lie. “Why did you stop?”

“I was embarrassed,” I say truthfully.

He grabs my hand and places it at the juncture between my legs. “You don’t have to stop because I’m in the room.”

Kiss him.

My breath catches in my chest as I reach up and frame his strong jaw with my trembling hands. Without hesitation, I brush my lips against his. He groans as my tongue mingles in a frenzied dance with his.

More. More. More.

I need more!

I moan, and he deepens the kiss, crushing his mouth to mine, binding more than our tattoos into our flesh. Memories are stored there. Every moment. Every star aligned perfectly.

He yanks my nightdress up and touches me there, in that precise spot that burned earlier when I watched those couples. When I longed for Hector and thought of kissing him.

His hand glides, arouses, teases, sends me close to my summit. Just when I hover there, he pulls away, running his fingertips down my thighs and back up. Slowly. Tantalizingly.

Desire pools in my center as I try to grab his hand, to shove it against that need. He refuses to be commanded. His hands remain so far away, yet still drawing fire to my core.

“Hector,” I cry out when he releases my mouth long enough to press kisses down my neck and to the curve of my breast. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice a husky rasp against my skin. “Let me pleasure you.”

“How?” The question escapes through quick breaths.

“Like this.” Warmth glints in his eyes as he shifts to kneeling between my legs and pulls them wide. My breath quickens as he trails his fingers along the inside of my thighs.

“I will burst,” I gasp the moment he kisses me there, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. My body shudders with each flick of his tongue against my sensitive flesh.

He doesn’t answer. His mouth is too busy taking me to a height to which I have never soared before. So high, so close to the peak of my summit. His tongue sends me over that wondrous edge. Down, down, down, I sink until it crashes over me in waves of pleasure.

I frown when someone pounds against our door, yanking Hector from the moment and stealing his attention.

No!

Desperately, I reach for him as he stiffens and pulls away.

“I must see who it is,” he says as he rises from the bed and turns his back to me.

Moonlight sprawls over him as he continues standing there, his shoulders stiff, his body a silhouette of shadows.

“Hector?”

“Give me a moment,” he says, his voice thick with need.

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