Page 38 of Captive Ruin

“Too sensitive,” I protest, trying to squirm away. But there’s nowhere to go.

“That’s how I want you,” he replies, and slowly pushes.

His cock slides in, inch by inch, and we both gasp, the first stretch so tight. And I’m so aroused it’s pleasure bordering on pain.

“Too long I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmurs, half to himself.

I don’t know what he means. It’s only been five days since the terrace.

He’s still pressing into me, drawing it out, and I hate that he’s showing such control. Why does he have to do that? Why won’t he just fuck me and leave?

Finally, his cock is fully within me, his hips pressing into my ass, and he’s supporting himself on both arms. He lowers himself as if in a push-up, chest brushing my breasts, mouth…

I turn my head away. I’m not letting him kiss me.

He pauses, his cock unmoving within me, his body hovering over mine. “If you don’t kiss me, I won’t let you come again.”

The audacity of the man. “I can probably survive that loss.”

He chuckles softly, and I clench my jaw as it makes his cock twitch deep within me, sending ripples through me. “My contrary Little Stray.”

“Stop calling me that, damn it. And I’m not yours.”

“No. And you are.”

“I’m not,” I snarl at him.

His hips move, just enough to make his cock shift inside me, and I barely muffle my gasp. “Your mouth, please.”

“No.” It’s all I can do to hold onto my defiance.

He nods, like he was expecting that. “If you don’t want another orgasm, then how about ten?”

I look at him sharply. “What?”

“Give me your mouth, or I won’t stop playing with you tonight until you’ve come ten times for me.”

“You wouldn’t—” Dare. But I know he would.

“Wouldn’t I?” He sounds amused. “I enjoy a challenge.”

In resignation, I turn my head. Another defeat. I should’ve gotten used to it by now, but I haven’t. I hate losing. I hate him.

I thought he might kiss like Scott does, sloppy and aggressive, but he doesn’t. He teases at my mouth, lips brushing mine then leaving, then returning. The tip of his tongue flicks at my lower lip, almost asking for entrance. It’s playful, it’s seductive.

I’ve opened to him before I’ve realized what I’ve done.

He claims his kiss, tongue dominantly seeking out mine, and as he does, he begins to move.

He’s fucking me as he’s kissing me, and that’s a hundred times more intimate. I can’t help but moan into his mouth, lost in the moment, the feel of him. The taste of him, and beneath it, the taste of me. He doesn’t stop playing with my tongue, and he’s moving gently, too. He’s not thrusting hard nor pinning me down.

He’s making love to me.

He doesn’t get to do that. Not after all he’s done. “Not gently.” It slips out. I barely stop myself from adding please.

“You’re mine,” he breathes. “I’ll take you as I want.”

“I’ll… bite you.” I snap my teeth at him, but I can barely move.