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He doesn’t move. He remains so close, staring down at me with this piercing, probing expression, like he’s trying to see inside of me, trying to see deep into my body. I look back and shiver, feeling like I’m tingling from head to toe. I’ve missed this—missed his body, his stare, his desire.
“I want to give you everything, Hellie.” He’s speaking quietly, and he comes closer. I don’t try to run away. I don’t want to move—I want his hands on me so desperately it hurts. “I don’t want to kill your father, even though he deserves it. Because of you. Do you know how many men I’ve shown mercy to over the years?”
“I’m guessing single digits.”
“Try none. I’ve never shown mercy to a thief, no matter what, regardless of their reasons. Your father is the first I’ve ever considered saving.”
“I should be honored.”
“You should.” His hand comes up. I whimper as his touch tingles against my cheek. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I stare into his eyes. “You’re not angry anymore? That I tried to run away?”
“You were going to see your father.”
“Yes, I was.”
“Did you mean what you said before? Everything you said?”
I grab the hand on my cheek and lean into it. “Yes,” I say. “I meant it. I still mean it.”
“I meant it too. I feel things for you I never planned. Things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling, and it has me ruined, Hellie. But I like it.”
“I like it too.”
“Where do we go from here?”
I kiss his fingers. I pull him closer, kiss his wrist, his forearm, and he moves down, bringing his lips to mine, wrapping his arms around me.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. Right now, I just want this.”
Our mouths touch. Softly at first, then harder, then so deeply his tongue invades my mouth and I’m all his, he’s all mine, and everything rights itself. His taste, his smell, the feeling of his warmth, all of him.
I tumble into that kiss. I groan as he moves me back to the bed, pushes me down, kisses my neck. His words are honey, sticky and lovely, as he takes off my top, his hands on my chest, on my hips, tugging off my sweats. I arch my back, let him undress me. He does it slowly, worshipping as he goes along.
“I missed these hips, this skin, the way you gasp when I touch you right here.” He kisses my hip bone and I whimper, biting my lip. “I missed your mouth, your tongue, your stiff, pink nipples.” He moves up, sucks one, licks and bites it, and I tug at his hair. He sighs, smiling as he rolls his tongue around my sensitive areola. “I missed the way you grab my hair when you’re feeling overwhelmed. I missed overwhelming you, my devil girl.”
He moves down between my legs. I groan as he kisses my inner thigh, licking up and up, toward my soaking, burning core, and he doesn’t stop. No more teasing, no more taking it slow. He shoves my panties aside, tongues me from top to bottom, rolling his stiffened tongue around my clit.
“I missed your taste,” he says, growling as he laps me up. His fingers slide inside my pussy and I’m breathing hard. “I missed making you feel good, Hellie, god, I missed that so much.”
“I missed you too,” I manage to say even though my brain’s currently melting into a puddle of goo inside my skull. “I missed you so much.”
“I refuse to leave again and I refuse to let you go. Can I keep you, Hellie?” His fingers slide deeper, fucking me in and out. “Can I have you?”
“If you keep doing that, yes, you can have all you want.”
He chuckles, sensual and gorgeous. He licks my clit, fucks me with his fingers, going faster. I grab his hair and hold on, moaning his name, overwhelmed, exhausted, terrified, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and he doesn’t stop. The beast, the monster, my kidnapper, my everything, he licks, sucks, slides his fingers in and out until I’m twitching, moaning, back arching, coming with his name on my lips. I come hard, groaning, and sprawl back when he’s finished.
A thin sheen of sweat covers my skin. He stands back and undresses.
I watch him do it, at a loss for words. Eyes unfocused, a lazy smile on my lips.
Muscular chest, rounded and defined. Stacked abs that continue on forever, down into that lovely sharp V of his pelvis and his hip bones, his waist tapered, his ass tight and muscular. His tight thighs, ripped and thick, and calves rounded and lean. Everything about him, from fingers to his shoulders, screams sex. He crawls into bed, and even though I try to scurry away, playfully making my escape, he catches me and pins me down on my belly.
“Lovely devil girl,” he whispers as he kneads my ass. His hands move between my legs, cupping my pussy. “This is mine now. I’m staking my claim.”
“Is that your psychotic way of asking me out?”
