There’s moisture gathering between my thighs, but the tightening sensations in my tummy are so foreign, so confusing. At the man who is already snarling at my nipples, lapping at them hungrily. I open my mouth to respond, but he grips both of my wrists in one hand, using his free one to rip my borrowed shirt down the middle and all I can do is gape. “My little lost princess,” he croaks, finally letting me breathe, his hard lips raking down to the hollow of my throat, launching a sensual attack. No, he continues to consume, his mouth racing over mine, our foreheads flush, hot breath puffing from his nostrils. Slowly, slowly, then fast, hoarse sounds erupting in his throat, though he never breaks the kiss. My wrists are held in a bruising grip, my protests lost in the kiss, and slowly he starts to rock against the juncture of my thighs. This man devours me, his head angling right, then left, his tongue so deep in my mouth I could confuse it for my own. The former parts my lips for him like a drawbridge, allowing him to thunder in and take. It pits my compassion against my fear of the unknown. I think I was going to tell him to let me go, but the desperation in his kiss confuses me. His mouth stamps down over mine, stopping the flow of words. “Don’t say no to me, girl,” he says raggedly. He drags my wrists up over my head, locking them there. His hips move slightly to the right, cinching into the cradle of my thighs, settling there like a king to his throne. His lids clamp shut and he shakes his head hard, as if trying to break free of the fog.Īnd then slowly, Caleb focuses all that torture on me.Īgainst my inner thigh, his sex stiffens and his chest begins to heave with renewed vigor.
What name do I use? Juno? Sarah? I struggle to fill my lungs with his huge body crushing me and speak on an exhale, “It’s me.” “Wake up.”Ī muscle jerks in his cheek, his head cocking to the right. “Caleb,” I gasp with some of my precious breath. And even in the midst of my terror, I grieve for him. His eyes are open now, but they’re fogged. Two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle rolls on top of me, a lethal hand circling my throat. My heart is racing as I settle a hand in the center of his chest. “Get the fuck down,” he growls, baring his teeth. I settle a knee on the edge of the bed, dodging a flailing arm.
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