Page 57 of Captive Heart: Armani
“I promise I will.”
Still holding her tightly, I dip my head down to cruise her neck with my lips, barely skimming her flesh as I work my way to the edge of her collarbone. She lets out a deep sigh, dropping her shoulder to give me better access. I kiss, and suck, and gently bite. When she shivers against me, the feel of her body trembling goes straight to my cock.
Tilting her chin up with my thumb and forefinger, I claim her mouth, tongue stroking aggressively against hers, leaving no question in her mind as to what I’m after. She surrenders completely, letting out soft little moans as I walk her backwards into the bedroom.
I kick the door shut, and she pulls away to gaze up at me searchingly. Her pupils are blown with desire, her chest heaving with breathless gasps, her lips cherry red and swollen from kissing. All the physical signs are there, and they all sayfuck me.
But I’m feeling gentlemanly, so I ask first.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Make love to me,” she whispers.
Something in my chest tightens at her words, but I don’t have time to give it more attention because I’m already tugging her pants off, lifting her onto the bed, kissing her deeply as she leans back on her arms and I climb on top of her.
“Shirt off,” I say, less commanding than I usually am. She needs reassurance right now, and I know how to dial it down when necessary.
She sits up just long enough to whisk her shirt over her head. One flick of my fingers has her bra undone and sliding down her arms. I groan low in my throat at the sight of her breasts, plump and firm and ready for me to lavish my attention on.
I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, my hands massaging her back as I suck. Moaning sweetly, she digs her nails into my scalp, sending pleasurable sparks of pain and heat through me. I work her nipples one at a time, using my teeth, my fingers, my tongue, relentlessly teasing until she’s twisting and panting beneath me. Finally letting up, I shift lower on the bed and start kissing my way down her body. When I put my mouth over the satin panties between her legs, I look up to catch the hunger in her gaze.
Her lashes flutter as I move my tongue, licking her long and slow over the silky fabric. My body is strung tight with the instinctual urge to fuck and the sweet essence of her on my tongue. Her taste is driving me insane.
She’s soaked, which I find out the second I slip a finger under the satin and trace the seam of her lips. Her hips begin to move as she presses against my finger, seeking more. God, she’s hot for me. The thought has my cock straining painfully at my zipper. She’s always been a greedy girl. The harder and more demanding I am, the more she wants it.
She’s perfect for me in every way.
“You want more?” I ask.
“Yes,” she pants.
She thrusts her pussy against my hand again, begging for me to touch her where she aches the most.
“I’ll give you more when you’re honest with me,” I say.
Caressing her lips with my thumb, but never quite dipping inside her, I move back over her trembling body and kiss her.
“What do you want to know?” she asks, her voice breathy but guarded.
Before I ask, I pinch her clit, drawing a sharp hiss from her.
Without letting go, I whisper, “Tell me how you feel about me.”
I pinch again, and a sharp, halting little moan escapes her.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me.” Pinch. “How you feel.” Pinch. “About me.”
Her breathing is ragged now, all of her muscles tense with barely constrained desire.
“I hate you,” she says, pushing against me again.
“You’re a bad liar,” I tell her, laughing cruelly. “Try again.”
Desperate now, she grabs my wrist and tries to guide my hand, but I easily resist.
“No. Not until you tell me.”
