The dirty words should have shocked her, but all they did was feed the fire inside—which was fast becoming an inferno.
Before she had a chance to confirm or deny, he’d scooped her up and was marching along the corridor he’d disappeared through the night before.
She didn’t protest this time, her pulse racing, the journey over before it had begun. He flung her onto the bed, then dragged off his T-shirt, pushed down the sweatpants, to reveal the long, thick erection.
No underwear.
‘Get naked now, Freya!’ he commanded, climbing onto the bed to help as she scrambled out of her yoga pants and T-shirt.
He cupped her hips in urgent hands, then knelt between her spread thighs. She lurched up on her elbows, stunned by the giddy rush of longing, the fierce flow of desire.
Is he really going to kiss me there?
‘Oh… Well!’ She dropped back, reared up again as he licked her already soaked folds.
Yes, he is.
Her thighs quivered, her sex already aching, pounding, as he sucked and kissed and caressed her. Down there!
Vague thoughts drifted through her addled brain.
Should she stop this? They’d been arguing, hadn’t they? And while he’d apologised for kidnapping her, he hadn’t offered to let her go.
But then one thick finger plunged into her sex, twisting, stroking, and she lurched off the bed as he touched a spot that triggered a chain reaction—fluid, furious, so exquisite it hurt.
She moaned, sobbed. Devasted already, her mind scattered and all thoughts of stopping him flew out of the window into the frozen tundra.
He pressed another thick finger inside her, to join the first, stroking, stirring, driving her towards a shocking oblivion. And then his lips locked on her swollen clit and suckled hard. She screamed as she flew over, so far and fast she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything but his tongue, his touch, his body surrounding her, subduing her, shattering her into a million glittering shards of painful pleasure.
And desperation.
As she plunged to earth, he rose over her, dragged her knees up to cradle his hips and ploughed deep. Filling her to bursting and beyond.
She rode the fierce wave as he plunged in and out, forcing her to take the full measure of him, until she could feel him all the way to her throat.
Her heart galloped, her eyes went blind and every part of her exploded into another furious wave of euphoria—even more overwhelming than the first.
He wrenched free to spill thick ropes of come onto her belly and then collapse into her arms—shaking as hard as her.
The golden cloud of afterglow was as vicious as the orgasms. Stripping her bare and making her whole again, but with pieces missing now she was sure she would never get back… No matter how hard she tried.
This time when he rolled off her, though, she felt sore and tender again, but also seen.
Especially when he dragged her into his arms, buried his face into her hair and mumbled, ‘If I give you the code, you need to promise not to leave the house without me. It’s not safe…’
Her heart throbbed heavily against her ribs at the concern in his voice… But even through the glitter of afterglow, even with his arms holding her so securely, she couldn’t give him the reassurance he wanted.
She’d spent her whole life having her freedom curtailed. While she had to admit her escape plan might have failed without Theo’s help, she couldn’t give him control over her safety, no matter how many orgasms he gave her.
‘I can’t do that, Theo. You’ll have to trust me,’ she murmured back.
She listened to his long-suffering sigh and waited, the hope and anticipation making her ribs hurt… Would he trust her? When she suspected he was a man who rarely trusted anyone. And why did it mean so much to her? When she was unlikely to venture out into the winter landscape alone anyway?
‘One eight six five…’
She shifted to glance over her shoulder. And found him watching her, his gaze intense and wary.
‘It’s the code, to override the voice control,’ he murmured.
