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“Yes,” he gruffly whispers as his teeth graze my skin along my neck. I can feel him smiling against my skin, and then a deep chuckle follows suit. Smug asshole. He works his way to the outer shell of my ear. “So sexy.” He breathes his warm breath into my ear, sending goose bumps scattering across my skin.
“Travis…” I whisper in vain. I quickly decide that escaping reality feels better than facing it. I allow my muscles to relax and sink into the mattress as I let him have his way with me.
“That's it, baby. Let me have you,” he softly whispers as he releases my wrist. His hand slips into the front of my panties, and I lose my breath. My stomach flutters, swirling with excitement as his fingers brush along the lips of my sex. I stifle a whimper when his fingertips spread open my folds and dip inside. I let out a soft gasp, and grab onto his shoulders, squeezing in response.
“So wet, already,” he whispers as he slides his finger deep inside my wet heat, filling me. I thrust my hips into his hand, silently begging for more. He then pushes two fingers in deep, stretching me, and then rubbing them against my g-spot while using deep, sensual circles.
“Oh, God,” I moan, closing my eyes, savoring the pleasure. His fingers are so strong and masculine; they feel like heaven as he brings me to the edge of ecstasy. He withdraws his fingers to swirl my wetness over my clit, and then he plunges his fingers back inside, spreading me open wide. “Travis, we can’t…” I trail off with a helpless whimper as he rubs my clit with his thumb. There are people in the next room.
“Kiss me, Jules,” Travis softly demands.
My tongue slips out and I run it over the seam of his lips, giving him what he wants. My heart skips a beat as his warm tongue deliciously swipes over mine in reply, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. He tastes so forbidden, and it feels like we’re a couple making up after a lovers’ spat. The sexual craving he creates in me always turns my resolve upside down. I scrape my nails down the length of his muscled biceps, and they flex as he continues to pump his fingers in me faster and faster.
I whimper as our tongues dance in a heated tangle. I gasp for breath as his thumb relentlessly swirls around my clit with firm pressure, tormenting me, and finally pushing me over the edge. I thrust my hips into his hand as he ignites a fire, my inner muscles pulsating and squeezing his fingers.
“Damn,” he groans, and then drowns out my cries with his possessive kisses. I grab his broad shoulders, pulling him into me so I can wrap my arms around him. When my legs stop shaking and I’ve come down from my high, he breaks the kiss and pulls back, with his lips hovering over mine. “I want nothing more than to fuck you right now.”
“Please do.” I'm shameless.
He groans as he removes his fingers from my sex, and I immediately miss his touch. He then rests his body back over mine and holds my face in the palms of his hands. His desire is still evident as his erection throbs between my legs, but he ignores it. “I have important business to work out right now, baby.” His eyes search mine before he softly says, “Look, you will get your answers, and I’m not saying you can’t call home…just not right now, okay?”
I nod, agreeing with him. With the oxytocin released from my orgasm, the hormone is humming happily through my veins. It’s left me calm and sated. We both fall silent for a moment. He gently caresses along my cheek with the back of his fingers as each of us gets lost in our own thoughts.
I’m sure he’s just trying to placate me, because really, when all this mess is said and done, I’m still somebody’s captive. With the thought of being his captive, his marriage proposal comes to mind. The happy hormones come to a screeching halt, and I feel confused all over again. I glance at my left hand resting on his shoulder, the glimmering diamond catching my eye. Why did he ask me to marry him? What is his motive? With there being so many secrets, how am I supposed to know if he was being genuine or not?
I bring my hands to my chest and nervously begin to twist the ring around my finger. As I do, I contemplate the questions that are swirling around in my head. Decision made, I nervously bite the inside of my cheek as I slide the ring off my finger. Travis sees what I've done, and quickly places his hands over mine, stopping me. He dips his head to the side to catch my gaze, but I keep my eyes fixated on his hands.
