Page 128 of Snatched
“On your knees,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, but I comply, sinking to my knees in front of him. The vulnerability of the position sends a rush of heat through me.
He steps closer, his hand reaching down to cup my chin, tilting my head up so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “You look so fucking hot like this,” he growls, his thumb brushing over my lips.
Before I can respond, he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal clanking sending a shiver down my spine. He pushes his pants down, revealing his hard length, and I can’t help but gasp at the sight of him.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, his voice thick with desire. “I want you with just the bikini on. Something so…casual about that.”
I do as he says, parting my lips, and he guides himself into my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair. The sensation of him filling me, the taste of him, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I take him deeper, my hands gripping his thighs for support as he begins to move, thrusting into my mouth with a commanding rhythm.
“God, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice ragged. “You look so fucking sexy like this.”
I moan around him, the sound vibrating through my body, intensifying the sensation. He continues to thrust, his grip on my hair tightening, controlling every movement. I can feel the tension building, the heat between us growing more intense with each passing second.
Suddenly, he pulls back, his breath ragged as he looks down at me, his eyes filled with raw desire. “Stand up,” he commands, and I quickly comply, my body trembling with anticipation.
He reaches out, his fingers tracing the edge of my bikini top before pulling it down, revealing my breasts. His eyes darken with lust as he takes a moment to admire me, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Elena,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
With a swift motion, he rips the bikini bottoms off, the sound of the fabric tearing sending a thrill through me. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pulling them above my head as he leads me to the bed. He chains my wrists to the headboard, the cold metal sending a shiver down my spine.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.
I comply, my heart racing as I feel the vulnerability of the position, the excitement of being completely at his mercy. He steps back, his eyes roaming over me, appreciative and hungry.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “How much I’ve wanted to fuck you like this.”
With that, he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He enters me with one swift, powerful thrust, filling me completely. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming, ashe begins to move, his hips driving into me with a fierce, commanding rhythm.
“God, you feel so good,” he growls, his voice ragged. “So fucking tight.”
I moan, the sound escaping my lips as he continues to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The chains above my head rattle with the force of his movements, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice thick with possession. “All mine.”
The intensity of his words, the raw need in his voice, sends me spiraling closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building, the heat between us growing more intense with each passing second.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice low and urgent. “I want to feel you come around me.”
And with those words, I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name, his lips on my breasts. He continues to thrust, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding, until he finds his own release, filling me completely.
As we come down from the high, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction.
As the world around us begins to settle, I feel the warmth of Colt’s body beneath me, his heartbeat steady against my ear. I let out a contented sigh, a wave of bliss washing over me as I nestle deeper into his chest, my body still humming from the intensity of our encounter.
His fingers gently stroke my hair, the soft caress lulling me into a sense of peace. I can’t help but smile, the memory of whatjust happened replaying in my mind like a captivating movie. The thrill of surrendering to him, the heat of his touch, and the way he completely consumed me—it’s all a heady mix that makes my heart race even now.
With a soft yawn, I let my eyes flutter closed, feeling the exhaustion of the night creeping in. I’ve never felt so utterly spent yet completely satisfied. Safe.
“Hey,” Colt whispers, his voice low and soothing. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, my voice muffled against his skin. “Just tired.”
“Sleep,” he murmurs, his fingers continuing to thread through my hair. “I’ve got you.”
The sound of his voice, combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, is like a lullaby. I feel myself succumbing to the warmth and comfort, drifting off into a peaceful slumber. It’s a new sensation for me—being so vulnerable yet feeling so secure at the same time.
