Page 33 of His Hostage

He rips off his shirt, and I’m face to face with those tattoos and that pack of abs, and I’m seriously doing this. It’s insane. It’s perfect. Oh, fuck, it’s everything, and I’m going to regret every second of it.

I unbuckle his pants, feeling his button pop out quickly. His pants fall to the floor and his cock stares right at me. I reach down, feel the hard warmth of flesh, but he pulls back and whispers, “Not yet. I want to make you come.”

I don’t know what to say. He’s already on his knees, ready for me.

Ron never ate me out. He never even tried to please me. Now, there’s this criminal who practically threw me down here, and he’s on his knees, mouth wet, and tongue ready.

He doesn’t wait for me to speak. He already knows what I want. My eyes are practically begging for it.

He pushes my legs back as I breathe in his scent. His strength is so overpowering. It takes me back.

Holding my legs close to his chest, he says, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

I feel him.

His tongue slides across my skin, near my lips, not quite there yet. He takes his time and groans hungrily.

I close my eyes and feeling his warm breath against my lips. “How long?” I ask.

He licks around me. I shiver slightly, and he stops to grin. “I know you saw me staring at you every morning during your little runs. I wish you didn’t stop doing it. My mornings suck without that view,” he says.

“I could feel your eyes staring at me,” I admit. “I was scared of you. I didn’t want to get sucked into something like—”

“Like this?” he interrupts, licking forward with more confidence. He licks around my lips, placing his mouth around me.

Finally, his tongue slides across my clit, and I push his head into my core, telling him, “Oh, fuck. Yes, Rowan.”

He slides two fingers inside me, and my jaw falls open. I spit down onto his meaty flesh, and he grows harder, using it as lube.

He eats me like a ripe fruit, tasting every single layer. Mouth attached to my clit, he sucks all my problems away.

My whole body feels electric. This is all so wrong, but I’m fully in his grasp, feeling his fingers inside of me, and watching his hand pump up and down.

A knot of pressure grows between my legs. I claw against his head, pulling him even closer to me. I want more of him.

I want to lose myself to him.

He pulls back and curls his fingers against my g-spot. I give a guttural response and cry out as I feel tiny prickles all over my body.

The knot inside me grows bigger until it feels as if it is about to burst. Everything within that knot is emotional, pleasurable, and timeless. Once it pops, all that’s incredible will be released and I’ll be his forever.

This is the strongest weapon he has against me. I never knew he’d be like this. I didn’t think men were trained well enough to care about how a woman feels, or how her body works for that matter.

Rowan is different. He’s bad to the core, but that’s what makes him so good at what he does. He’s a survivor, and he’s bringing me along for the ride.

“I could eat you for hours,” he says, fingering me harder.

He presses my button and smiles, sliding his tongue across my clit one last time. I tense up and release.

My pussy closes around his knuckles, over and over again. Clenching and opening.

“There we go,” he says.

I’m speechless. I can’t say anything, let alone move my body.

My toes curl. Everything curls, clenches, and moves inside my body.

He uses my wetness around his shaft and quickly moves his hand up and down, while fing

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