Page 46 of Captivated

“Someone I’m still trying to learn, Liliana. Don’t panic when you can’t see, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

And that was honest, too.

He used that shirt of his he’d discarded earlier as a makeshift blindfold. He rolled it into a rope of sorts, and lowered it down over her eyes. She felt the way he twisted it around his fist at the back of her head, and then tugged hard. It pulled her head back, and made her suck in a sharp breath.

His hand skimmed her spine. “Breathe.”

“I’m good.”

And she was.

Joe had been right, too. She couldn’t see a damn thing, but the rest of her senses kicked into overdrive to make up for it. She swore the scent of him was even more heady with blackness saturating her vision. His fingertips tracing her spine, and his lips ghosting over the swell of her ass was intoxicating. She heard the shudder of his exhale, and the shift of his body before she even felt him press into her from behind.

One simple, smooth flex of his hips.

Hard and oh, so deep.

He filled her full, and stretched her open all at once. He slid through her wet, clenching sex easily, and yet it still took her a few breaths to adjust to his size.

Liliana all but fell forward, dropping her lower half to the couch with a broken cry when Joe pulled out just as fast as he had first taken her, and then slammed right back in again. His hand came up to press against her back, and keep her firmly down on the couch.

All she could do was fist the couch, and let him fuck her like that, but Christ …

She loved it.

His thrusts came on unrestrained, and wild. A little brutal—a deep ache settled in her pussy with every hard flex of his hips. He grabbed her waist, and pulled her body into every thrust, only adding to the sensations taking over her body.

“Please, please, please.”

Liliana heard her voice.

Heard her own words.

Heard her cries.

And yet, it didn’t sound like her at all.

“Fucking give it to me,” she heard Joe say. “Give me that come, sweet girl.”

Yep.

He was going to kill her.

But in the best of ways.

Liliana smiled at the warm kisses teasing the back of her neck as sunlight painted across her skin, waking her up further. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Joe murmured from behind her. “I ordered breakfast in from the place down the road. It’ll be here in a few, if you want to get up.”

She hummed indecisively. “I don’t know.”

“What, you want to cook?”

Her laughter came out breathless and high until Joe suddenly flipped her over, and was hovering above her naked body on the bed.

“Laughing in bed with me is probably not a good idea,” he said with an arched brow. “I take it as a challenge.”