Page 35 of Captive Union
“Are you mine, too?” I whisper.
He smiles wide. “Absolutely.”
I inhale quickly as he grips my hand. I wrap my fingers around his after a moment, enjoying the feel of our hands together. It feels … right.
“What are we doing here, Erik?”
“We’re going to eat some dessert.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, here as in us.” I wave a hand between us. “How are we going to make this work? My brothers are hunting you. And there’s still the issue of you taking me captive. How can we ever truly belong to each other?”Because I want to belong to you.The thought comes suddenly.
He squeezes my hand. “We don’t need to worry about that tonight. Let’s just enjoy the feast my chef cooked for us.”
“I didn’t know you had a chef.”
“There’s still a lot you don’t know about me.” He reaches over and brushes a finger against my temple. “And there’s still more I want to learn about you. Starting with …” He drops his hand, sending a wave of disappointment through me,as he reaches for one of the desserts—a creamy, chocolate concoction. “Try this. I want to know what you like.” He spoons up some of the dessert and holds it out for me to bite.
I reach for the handle of the spoon when he pulls it back.
“No, I want to feed you.”
Of course, he does. Right when I feel more comfortable around Erik, he does something to undo it.
“Why?”
“Because I want to see the pleasure on your face when you eat something good,” he growls, “and know that I’m the one who gave it to you.”
I shift in my seat as a pulsating throb blossoms between my legs. How he can have this effect on me is beyond me.
“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” I ask.
“Not a chance.” He lifts the spoon for me, the chocolate dripping off and landing on the plate below.
Ok, then. I lean in and close my mouth around the spoon, the sudden onslaught of delicious, rich chocolate invading my senses. I shut my eyes for a second, savoring it. When I pull back and open my eyes, Erik is looking at me as ifI’mthe one he wants to take a bite out of.
“It’s good,” I say after I swallow.
“Good,” he growls. “Try this next.” He scoops up a white dessert this time. I know not to argue and instead take the bite he offers me. “Good girl.”
The yummy taste of cinnamon and vanilla washes over my tongue. I keep my eyes glued to his, unable to look away. I don’t want to look away. I like this bold feeling coursing through me.
“Another bite.” He lifts more of the dessert to my mouth. This time, I don’t hesitate and take a bite. When I lick my lips, Erik growls so deeply in his chest it’s like I can feel the vibration through my body. “Another.”
I oblige him and eat more of the dessert. The more I eat, the warmer I get. Though it has more to do with the way Erik looks at me than the warmth of the dessert.
With another bite, a small moan passes my lips. It’s involuntary. The taste of it is just too good. Of course, Erik notices my sound, and I immediately wish I hadn’t done it because he drops the spoon and leans in closer to me. Before I can take a breath, he’s kissing me.
I sigh into his mouth as he kisses me deeply. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up to sit on his lap. I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders, sinking into the kiss. It’s magical and sexy at the same time.
Erik continues to kiss me as one of his hands trails down my body to rest against my stomach, so close to the area between my legs.
I kiss him back with more passion than I thought I possessed. Erik doesn’t wait any longer. His fingers brush against my most intimate area, making me gasp and pull back. His eyes are so dark I can see myself in them.
“I want to touch you, Kira,” he says, his voice rumbling. “Let me touch you.”
This is the moment. I can stand up and walk away, or I can give in to how good all of this feels.
I open my legs wider, shifting on his lap, feeling something hard underneath me. A gasp of his own passes his lips. I may be innocent, but I know what I felt. Erik is aroused, which arouses me even more.
