“You can’t protect me from everything,” she said, the last word coming out in a whimper as he brought her nipple into his mouth.
“I can try,” he said, letting go of her wrists at last as he pushed her pants down, tearing them from her body. Before she could react, he pushed her legs open, parting them. She was soaking, and his mouth watered at the sight of her laid out before him like a meal.
He wanted to say a million things. Tell her everything he’d been feeling while he waited for her—everything he’d felt when he imagined her captured or dead. But he also knew she wouldn’t let him. So he’d make her understand another way.
There was no teasing this time. He dove forward, bringing his mouth down between her legs and holding her to him. He ran his tongue through her pussy, tasting her with a moan. Her muscles clenched, and her body trembled, or perhaps he was, all his emotions crashing through him even as he licked and nipped. Her walls fluttered around his tongue as he tasted her, and her breaths turned erratic. When he felt her quivering, just on the edge, he brought her clit between his lips, sucking hard. She fell over the edge with a muffled scream, as he held her through it, his tongue continuing to make soothing circles across her sensitive skin as she rode the waves of her pleasure. Only once she was done shaking did he look up to see her biting down on her own hand.
His own body was taut, cock throbbing with his own unmet need. Seeing her, flushed and laid out before him, was doing nothing to help.
“Was that supposed to make me feel sorry?” she asked, voice husky.
He narrowed his eyes. “Fuck you.”
“I thought that was the plan.”
With shaking hands, he unlaced his pants and pulled them down. He crawled over her, hand running over her bare hip to cup her breast. He swirled his tongue over her nipple and then nipped at her neck, bringing his lips up to her ear.
“You’re going to have to beg me for it.”
He felt her body shudder against him, and he reached down, lightly brushing his thumb against her swollen clit. Her breath caught, and he studied her face as he rubbed and teased. She was already so sensitive. It didn’t take long before her breath was hitching and her thighs were shaking. He pulled his hand back, and she let out a whimper as he swirled his tongue around his thumb, savoring her taste. He watched her face all the while, the flickers of desire and annoyance in a heated battle.
“How long do you think I can do this?” he asked, running his hand down across her stomach, feeling the way her muscles rippled beneath his palm. He dipped his finger into her, and she let out a moan. He twisted once, twice, before pulling out again, his hand brushing against her clit and making her gasp.
Her jaw was clenched, eyes narrowed in challenge. She didn’t answer him.
He smiled.
“All you have to do is say sorry. Sorry for scaring me. Sorry for endangering your own life. Sorry for being the most stubborn woman I have ever had the pleasure to fuck.”
He plunged three fingers into her, rubbing his thumb along her clit as he twisted inside of her, searching until he found the spot that made her whimper. All pretense of challenge was gone from her face as her eyes rolled back and her body arched into him. He could feel her pleasure building—rushing toward her. This time when he pulled away, he felt her resolve fracture.
“Fuck!” she ground out through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry! Just fucking make me come before I kill you.”
Good enough.
He pulled her hips, lining himself up without hesitation and plunged into her even as he brought his thumb to her clit and pressed. Her muscles convulsed around him as she shattered, nearly bringing him over the edge with her. He pulled her against him, and she bit his shoulder as he thrust into her, pleasure pulsing through his body in waves. She was so hot, and he felt himself sinking into her, deeper, as if they might become one.
She braided her fingers through his hair and pulled his face back. He groaned at the tugging sensation, and she nipped along his neck, bringing his earlobe into her mouth and sucking.
Her breath was hot against his skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I should make you angry more often.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, and he felt her breath catching in her chest. His hands were around her hips, bringing her down to meet his. And he wondered at the fact that he had her in his arms—that he was blessed for even this short time with her. He didn’t know what he’d deserved to earn this moment, but he would take it.
He felt his pleasure building at the base of his spine, his own body trembling with need. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling it—gripping it. It only made him groan harder, his thrusts losing their cadence.
He reached down, running his hand down her stomach until his thumb brushed against her clit. She whimpered.
“You can do it,” he said, breathless. “You have one more in you.”
Her breath hitched at the words, and he circled his thumb in time with his thrusts. Her body shuddered beneath him, her breathing becoming erratic. He felt her climax building, her muscles tightening, even as he chased his own pleasure. The moment before he slipped over, he pinched her clit and she screamed, her hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Her body clenched around him, taking every last drop of his pleasure as it crested through him like waves.
He collapsed on top of her, catching his weight with his arms, but she pulled him down, pressing their bodies together.
“I am sorry, you know,” she said, voice a breathy whisper in his ear. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Thank you, my captor.” He murmured the words into her neck.
