Page 72 of Captured Innocence

“Where would I go dressed like this? You need to learn to trust me.” As I backed into the small bathroom, he finished undressing, yanking off his shoes first, tossing his pants aside.

“Mmm…”

I shook my head slowly, allowing my gaze to fall. Then I grabbed a towel, my nipples aching as I turned on the water. It was time to remove the remainder of the mud and grime. When he crowded my space, his huge frame barely fitting inside the shoebox-like area, I wasn’t prepared for the explosion of hunger erupting between us.

There was no chance at wiping dirt from his gorgeous face, the man far too famished. He spun me around, lifting me onto the edge of the teensy tiny counter space, wasting no time thrusting the entire length of his cock inside. I dropped the towel, no longer caring about dirt. Besides, soon we’d be covered by cum.

The thought brought a wicked smile to my face.

“Oh. My. God.” I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin, trying to keep my balance as my muscles clamped and released several times. Where he’d been gentle before, worried because I was a virgin, there was no holding back now.

His exhale was deep and scattered, his entire body tensing. Then he pulled out so the tip was just past my swollen folds, taking his time to study my eyes. When he plunged into me again, I let out a stifled scream, finally biting my lower lip to keep anyone from bothering us.

“So fucking tight, my princess. I’ve waited far too long to fuck you.” When he repeated the action, I wrapped my legs around his hips, intertwining my feet and hanging on for the wild ride.

He was in such incredible shape, not an ounce of fat on him. I’d envisioned his body hundreds of times before, but the images hadn’t been nearly as delicious as they would be from now on. The rush of desire for him was insane.

“Fuck me, Mattia. Don’t stop.”

“I have no intentions of it. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever. You are all mine.”

As he developed a rhythm, I drifted straight into a moment of utter rapture, never wanting to let this go.

I couldn’t wrap my hands around his thick arm muscles and as he leaned me back against the mirror, I laughed as I almost slipped off the counter.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t allow you to fall.” His voice dripped of lust, his eyes no longer focusing. As he rolled onto the balls of his feet, I slipped one arm over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair.

Then he drove into me with crazed abandon, an animal taking his prey. We didn’t dare take our eyes off each other, the need becoming even more oppressive. I was thrown by how close we were, as if the last six years had all faded away. The ecstasy was pure, more intensified that I’d experienced before.

Or maybe the years of longing, the fiery fantasies and use of a vibrator had built to a crazy precipice, now refusing to be denied.

“God. Perfect,” he growled. “So perfect.”

I was far from it, but the praise was amazing, keeping me tingling all over.

Within seconds, the experience was overpowering, the heat building between us explosive. I could swear steam was rising, our heated breaths condensing air in the tight space. I couldn’t breathe normally, my mind a foggy blur and I loved every second of it.

As another powerful electric charge of current exploded within every cell and muscle, an orgasm pushed its away into my system, refusing to be denied.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.”

His husky words only added fuel to the fire. Panting, I couldn’t stop shaking as the climax swept through me like a tidal wave, stars floating in front of my eyes.

“Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes.”

The smile on his face was a powerful aphrodisiac, the scent of our combined lust floating between us. I prayed that his rich fragrance would linger for hours to come. I couldn’t stop shaking and he slammed into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin just as incredible as our ragged moans.

Only when the shaking began to subside did he slow down, my muscles still clenching around the thick invasion.

He pressed his forehead to mine, taking several scattered breaths. When he pulled away, I bit my inner cheek, basking in the beauty of his carved body as he yanked the towel from the floor, reaching around me, pulling me forward so he could slide the cotton under the stream of water.

I kept my legs wrapped around him, drinking in his essence as if it would create a barrier of protection from whatever danger we’d face.

Then as he pulled the towel to my face, he narrowed his eyes. The man was such an enigma, not a guy who was easy to love yet at times his tenderness caught me off guard. Today was one of those times, my mind barely able to process that he’d rescued me and that we were here together.

But were we really together?

When I yanked the cloth from his hand, he laughed softly. “You’re very different than before.”