Page 54 of The Captive and the First Blood Game
“Fine,” she said, undoing buttons. “Ten minutes is enough.”
“You deserve more than a hurried fuck.”
She slammed her lips on his as her fingers touched bare chest. She wouldn’t beg again, but she wasn’t going to let him go without this. She couldn’t.
He groaned deep in the back of his throat, his control splintering as his hands ran along her ass and down between her legs. She was already wet, and the feel of his fingers grazing her through the fabric nearly sent her over the edge. This was real. It wasreal.
“I’m going to make you come for me.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He pushed her onto the bed and ripped the fabric of her panties, laying her bare before him. His fangs traveled along the vein in her inner thigh. “I haven’t had enough to eat.”
She groaned. “We could…”
A finger slid inside of her, and her back arched against the comforter. “I don’t trust myself,” he admitted. “If I fuck you, I’ll drain you.”
“I trust you.”
“Don’t,” he said and then buried his face into her pussy.
His tongue ravaged her as if he had been dreaming about eating her pussy as much as she had been dreaming about him all those long weeks apart. Her body hummed under his practiced measures. The rough thrust of his fingers and the even swirl of his tongue and the scrape of his fangs against her sensitive core.
“Please,” she begged, unsure if it was for release or for his cock or for those fangs to bury into her. She wanted it all.
As his fingers pushed deeper inside of her, he curved them upward and then moved his wrist up and down. The curved fingers hit a sensitive spot inside of her over and over and over. Until her legs trembled and she clawed at the mattress and her body shook.
“Oh fuck, that feels…”
“More?” he teased, hitting the spot again as he lapped at her clit.
“Fuck!”
She squirmed as if to get away from the intense feelings crawling through her. She wanted him to bury himself in her, and she wanted it now. She turned feral as the pressure mounted, and then there was nothing to do but to hold on as it hit her full force.
She cried out his name into the silence as wave after wave crashed down against her. Her body shuddered and then fell flat as it all ceased, leaving her drifting among the clouds.
Beckham came back to his feet and carefully righted his shirt and tie as he watched her return to reality.
“Hey,” she whispered with bedroom eyes. “You should stay.”
“I wish I could, Little One.”
“You’ll come back?” she asked, rising to a sitting position.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’ll come back.”
“Soon?”
He nipped her bottom lip. “Very.”
She nodded as she went to pull on a fresh pair of underwear and pants. “I hate this,” she said with her back still to him.
“I know.” He reached for her, pulling her chest against his in an embrace. He pressed his forehead against hers. “I’ll be back. This isn’t forever.”
She swallowed, ignoring that it felt like the end every time he left. Like she was back in her prison and she’d never see him again.
Beckham was to the secret door again when he turned and said, “Reyna, Sydney recorded your conversation about what happened while you were in Visage.”
