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Annalise smiled and licked her lips. The taste of him lingered on her tongue. Salty and with a bit of musk. She wanted more, so she enveloped the head of his shaft into the warmth of her mouth and sucked on him.
With a violent curse, Blake shot off the bed. The entire world whirled around, and the next thing she knew, Annalise was down on her back, with Blake straddling her hips, his face only an inch away from hers.
“You are done playing, love,” he growled.
Annalise blinked, her breaths coming in pants, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She wasn’t scared of him. She wasn’t scared of what was coming next. Her body tingled in anticipation instead. She smiled and placed her hand softly against his cheek. “Now what?” she whispered.
His gaze turned gentle in an instant. He looked at her as if staring straight into her soul.
“Now,” he said and kissed her gently on her lips. “Now I get to finally have my wife.”
Annalise felt Blake’s hot, hard shaft against her center, and her head fell back with a low moan. Blake took her face between his palms and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue inside and taking what she freely offered. When he was done, he stared into her eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered. “I want to see you come.”
Annalise grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. Blake dropped his forehead to hers and whispered her name.
In one quick thrust, he was inside her. Hot, hard, thick, and oh, so delicious.
Annalise raised her hips to take more of him until he was inside her to the hilt. The feeling of her nub rubbing against him made her moan. Blake withdrew a little and then thrust back in. Annalise moaned and grabbed at his shoulders harder. She burrowed her head into the crook of his neck, but he nudged her lightly.
“No, I want to see your face,” he said as he looked at her. Then without taking his eyes off her, he withdrew and thrust in again.
Annalise’s eyes closed on impact, but she opened them again, and Blake grinned. “Yes, darling. Just like that.”
And he thrust again. Annalise moaned with every thrust of his hips, her own pelvis rising to meet his. She fought to keep her eyes open, watching as Blake’s eyes shone with hunger. He lowered his mouth to give her a wet, hard kiss. Annalise bit on his lips, then let go of his mouth, unable to keep her own closed, moans tearing out of her with every thrust of his hips.
Annalise’s entire attention was concentrated upon the spot where Blake was joined with her. Rubbing against her center, sending frills of sensation throughout her body.
Finally, Blake placed a finger against her nub and rubbed it in circular motions. This was enough to send her reeling down the spiral of bliss.
Her breaths mingled with Blake’s, and their moans turned into one as the bright white sparks filled her vision and the feeling of absolute bliss filled her body and soul.
Annalise felt hot liquid fill her as Blake found his release before he collapsed on top of her with a groan.
* * *
Blake woke up in a cold sweat. He shot up, his hands outstretched. It was pitch black darkness. His breathing was labored, and his gaze searched the room, trying to find a line of light, anywhere.
Where was he? Was he still in the dungeon? Was his return home, all the time he had spent with Annalise, just another torturous dream?
He turned his head and saw his wife, lying on her side, the even rise and fall of her chest indicating she was in a deep slumber.
Blake’s breathing slowly returned to normal. He was back home. It was just a dream.
He lay on his side, facing his wife, and watched her sleep.
She looked serene, one hand under the pillow, another beside her. Her hair covered half of her face. She was warm and rosy-cheeked. His little savior.
His face split into a gentle smile. She was tired after their love-making and was dreaming peacefully. He wished he could join her in deep slumber, but the dreams he had were not the peaceful type.
Ever since his return home, in his nightmares, he either saw himself back in the torture dungeon or on the deck of the slave ship witnessing the depravities.
Blake shifted uncomfortably. His wife had no idea what he was running from. His mind was full of torturous visions, and he couldn’t dispel them, no matter what.
He knew only one thing. He needed to find the thugs who’d captured him and soon. Before they found him instead.
