Page 28 of Captured Innocence

“So tight, little princess. I could do this all night.” I could tell he was holding back, treating me as if I would break.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, doing everything I could to buck against him. The heat and electricity between us continued to build, prickles of white-hot current keeping me breathless. I’d never thought sex would be this incredible, and letting go with him was more than I’d ever wanted.

He held me tightly, driving me against the wall as his actions became rougher. I wrapped my feet together, doing everything I could to meet every thrust.

“I can tell my baby likes it rough,” he murmured.

“Yes.” He knew me far too well, the man finding a way to yank away my armor. I was suddenly more alive than I ever thought possible, the longing for him unlike anything I’d imagined.

“Be careful. If I lose control, there is no getting it back.”

“I don’t care. I want to feel everything.”

His upper lip curling into a dangerously addictive smile, he pulled me away from the wall, keeping my arms and legs locked around him. He moved toward one of the tables, yanking out a chair and sitting down. With his cock still buried inside, the second I was pulled into his lap, I shifted my hips back and forth.

“My baby is hungry,” he barely whispered.

I pushed up onto my toes, planting my hands on the back of the chair. Then I bucked against him. Every nerve ending in my body stood on end, the whirlwind of pleasure almost overwhelming. He rolled both hands down my spine, gripping my hips and digging his fingers in.

“Uh-huh,” I muttered then tossed my head back and forth.

“Then ride me, princess. Take what you want.”

Perhaps this was his gift to me, allowing me to take a moment of control. Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t last. I rose off his cock, lowering my head as he stared into my eyes. Then I dragged my tongue across the seam of his mouth before easing down and rocking against him.

Every sound he made was guttural, so primal that goosebumps floated in waves across my skin, the light breeze keeping me trembling. I repeated the action, thumping down on his muscular thighs.

“Such a bad girl.” His laugh was melodic, enticing the naughty woman inside of me even more.

After repeating the move once again, he took back control. “I can’t hold back, baby. You’re far too tempting.”

As he pulled me up and down, I kept my head lowering, brushing my lips across his. When I darted my tongue inside his mouth, he pulled it in deeper, sucking as if needing the taste of me to continue breathing. I was overwhelmed by how passionate he’d become, still floating on air from the waves of ecstasy. My muscles clamped and released several times and I sensed he was pulling me closer to pure nirvana.

He pushed me away gently, his chest rising and falling. “That’s it, Sophia. Come for me. I need you to come on my cock.”

I took several gasping breaths, shocked from the intensity, tossing my head back as I rocked against him. Then there was no holding back, a wild and powerful climax sweeping through me, capturing my breath.

“Oh. Oh. Oh…” I was thrown by the electric jolts tearing through me like bottle rockets, no longer able to put a coherent sentence together. He never blinked as he lifted his hips from the chair, driving into me with enough force my entire body was jarred.

When the orgasm finally began to subside, he pulled me against his chest, wrapping one hand around the back of my neck. I clung to him, still trying to catch my breath, keeping my eyes closed as the flickering vibrant lights began to subside.

Then I smiled as he eased onto his feet, keeping his tight hold.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, as if I cared.

“Somewhere wet and hot.”

I gazed with hazy eyes as he headed toward the hot tub, walking into the water without ever taking his eyes off me. As the bubbles almost immediately began to soothe my aching muscles, the sting from the heated water slicing across my bottom made me yelp. That allowed the man to grin, exposing a dimple in his chin for the first time. I couldn’t help myself, pressing the tip of my index finger directly in the center, marveling at the way his sexy three-day stubble tickled my skin.

“What is it?” he asked as he dipped down, the bubbles splashing up to my shoulders.

“Before today, I’ve never seen you smile.”

“Maybe that’s because I didn’t have a reason.”

“It looks good on you.”

My comment brought another wide grin to his face, but there was a new, very strange look in his eyes, as haunted as the glassy one I’d seen in mine far too often.