Page 25 of Hook

I'm not positive I know what he's asking me. He could be telling me he's about to kill me right now, but I know I trust him. Trust him to do what's right by me. It's a far cry from how I ever felt about Lance.

My mind flashes back to the kiss we shared before all this happened tonight and how good just his lips made me feel. If he was able to give me that amount of pleasure from just his mouth on mine, I can only imagine what I'll get if I give my body to him. At least that's what I think he's asking me for.

"I'm sure," I hear myself answer, and Hook growls deep in his chest. It's so deep and strong I can feel it in my body since he's so close.

"I've wanted a taste of you from the very first minute I met you. I don't want to have to worry about you running away from me." He grabs hold of my pants and yanks hard. The button on my jeans pops, and he lets the zipper down.

My breath is coming in quick pants as I struggle to keep my tiptoes on the ground. Every last nerve in my body is firing and burning through me like I'm on fire.

The way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, the way he protects me—all mixed in with seeing him almost give his life forme—has turned me into a needy mess. I'm sure if he touched me just the right way, I'd come right here on the spot. His fingers trail along the inside of my pants, right above my mound. Just a few inches from where I need him to be.

"Hook..." I whimper, and he smirks but doesn't stop the sweet torture he's putting me through. Instead of going further down where I want him, he lets his fingers trail up my stomach along the hem of my shirt.

His calloused fingers are a stark contrast against the smooth skin of my stomach. He bunches up the edge of my shirt, pulling it up more and more until it's nothing more than a wad of rolled-up fabric, and he pushes it up until it's around my shoulders and mouth.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart." He orders.

My tongue is so dry from panting that it takes me a second to do what he asks. When I do he pushes the fabric of my t-shirt into my open mouth. I bite down on it, thankful for something to do to stop the tremors that are rolling through my body.

"So fucking sexy... Going to ruin everything... I want it all." He whispers as his hands continue to roam over my body. He's no longer talking to me. He's talking to the beast inside of him.

I shouldn't feel proud that I got Hook to this point. The point where not even common sense is getting through to him but it feels powerful in a way I've never felt before.

Even tied up like this, completely at his mercy I feel more in control then I've ever felt with Lance.

His eyes pop back up to mine and I swear they look even more crazed than before.

"Fuck," he growls and lunges forward. He grabs hold of my face and licks up the side above where my shirt is. My mind goes blank, and I blink a few times as I try to process what's going on.

"I want to fucking devour you," he snarls before he grabs hold of my pants again and yanks them down with such force it feels like he's ripped off some of my skin in the process.

He licked me like he was a fucking animal.

It's strange.

Kinky.

He's driving me wild.

My feet kick forward as I fight once again to maintain my balance, but Hook has no intention of letting me get ready. He grabs my legs and lifts me up as if I weigh absolutely nothing.

My panties are still on as he settles my thighs on his shoulders and leans forward. I don't even have time to feel any shame as he presses his nose against my core and nuzzles and smells me through my panties.

"Damn it," he snarls again, and this time he lifts his hand to my plain cotton underwear, ripping them off in one swoop.

I gasp loudly, but the gag in my mouth stops the sound from coming out.

I should be embarrassed by how wet I am. Liquid drips from my slit, and I swear I hear it fall to the ground beneath us. Hook takes a few steps back, making sure to keep my thighs on his shoulders. My back stretches out straight, my wrists still chained up tightly.

I'm completely at his mercy.

An explosion of intense pleasure shoots through me as I feel the first swipe of his tongue against my folds.

Every muscle in my body shakes as he licks and sucks at me.

"Mmm.." I moan loudly even through the gag.

I can feel the pressure building at an alarming pace. Nothing I've ever done has been this intense.