Page 55 of My Favorite Kidnapper

“Please.”

“Please, what?” he asked, drifting a finger over my cheek, tracing the outline of my lips.

“Make me yours.”

“Thank God,” he replied and covered my mouth with his.

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DANTE

I kissed Brianna with everything in me. The relief, the desire, the raging inferno of lust she had stirred up within me from the moment I saw her.

I had heard her heading downstairs, and I wondered if the storm was bothering her. I had my windows open, enjoying the cool air and the sound of the rain and the storm. The thunder eased off, and the next thing I knew I heard her voice outside, calling for her infernal cat. Who was lying on my bed, not caring that her owner thought her missing. I flung back the covers, causing the cat to jump down and sashay its way to the door in front of me. I hurried downstairs, my heart going into my throat when I saw Brianna stumble and fall into the pool.

The damn storm must have knocked out some of the outside lights, and she hadn’t realized how close she was to the pool as she looked for Roomba. I rushed outside, diving in and grabbing her, yanking her up as she gasped for air. I pulled us to the shallow end, hauling her into my arms, horrified to think of what could have happened if I hadn’t heard her.

Bringing her to my room, I only meant to warm her, to offer her comfort. To give it to myself that she was okay. Safe. Not dead at the bottom of my pool, but here with me.

But as her shivering stopped and her body began to tremble with a different emotion, my desire overtook everything else in my head. My cock was hard and aching for her. My mouth yearned for hers. I was desperate, barely hanging on, when she finally said the words I needed to hear.

Everything else but her, but us, ceased to exist or matter. She was here. In my arms. My bed. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I kissed her deeply, stroking my tongue along hers, exploring her mouth and encouraging her to do the same. Her first tentative slides against my tongue grew bolder, and soon, she was as lost as I was. She clutched at my shoulders, moving her hands restlessly along my back, pressing me down to her. I slid my hands under her shapely ass, cupping and kneading the flesh, wrapping her legs around me. My cock was nestled into her warm, wet center. She gasped into my mouth at the feeling of me. I kissed her neck, ghosted along her collarbone, and sucked her tight, hard nipples into my mouth, tonguing them and making her writhe under me. I rolled so she straddled me, staring down at me in confusion.

“Explore me, Little Bee. Discover everything you want.”

I’d been with many women. Bedded the most experienced lovers. None of their touches ever affected me the way hers did. The feel of her fingers on my skin, the way her mouth felt as she kissed and tasted me, teased me with her tongue, growing bolder as my groans grew louder and longer, was perfect. She liked to be kissed, and I brought her face to mine, doing exactly that as she stretched over my torso, her hair a dark curtain around us. I slid my hand between her legs, touching her. She was wet. Hot. She whimpered, her legs widening as I stroked her. Played with her tight little clit as she moved with me. I slipped a finger inside her, shutting my eyes as she gripped me. “You are so tight, Brianna. So fucking tight, you’ll strangle my cock.”

“I can’t—”

“You can. But we’ll make sure you’re satisfied first.”

“I—”

I cut her off again, this time with my mouth. I rolled us again and kept kissing her. I touched her clit, strumming it as she undulated with my hand. Seeking, wanting more. Wanting everything I could give her. I slid my finger back in, thrusting—gently at first, then picking up speed as her body began to take over. I added another finger, stretching her, and she moaned in pleasure. I kept my thumb on her clit, making sure to keep the pressure right, and she grabbed at me, her back arching, my name falling from her lips. “Dante!”

“Yes, beautiful. Come for me,” I encouraged. “Come all over my hand, then I’ll give you what you really want.”

She was incredible in her release. Her eyes wide, a small gasping cry coming from her mouth. She gripped my arm, caught in a wave of pleasure, and I let her ride it out, capturing her mouth with mine and swallowing her scream.

Her orgasm passed, and I gentled my touch again. Kissing her softly. Affectionately. Moving between her legs, I rubbed myself against her, coating my cock in her release. “Are you sure?” I asked quietly. I would stop now if that was what she wanted. I would give her anything.

“Please,” she replied. “I want to feel you.”

I knew she was on birth control pills. I had packed them myself. Still, I asked, “Condom?”

“No. You.”

I bent her leg, bringing my mouth back to hers. “It will hurt for a moment. But it will pass. I’ll make it up.”

“I know.”

I pushed in, inch by inch. Going slowly so she got used to my size. Until I couldn’t. Until the desire to claim, to possess, became too strong. The heat and wetness of her overcame all my instincts to be gentle and instead roared in their desire to have her. Now.

I snapped my hips and buried myself to the hilt.

Brianna cried out. I groaned at the feel of her. I was overwhelmed at the sensation of being joined with her. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.

I had to move. Ached with need to thrust into her. When she tilted her hips under me, I withdrew and pushed forward.