Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
My purse. Its long leather shoulder strap was looped around my wrists and threaded through the iron bars that formed the head of the bed. I tugged, but I was firmly held.
“Now…” he said with great satisfaction, and moved down the bed to my breasts. He took one in each hand and started to stroke and squeeze the soft flesh. I gasped and pulled at my wrists again, that tremor rolling through my core: I was his captive and there was nothing I could do but lie there and be pleasured. I’d only just drifted back down to earth again after the shower and I thought I’d need a while to recover. But he started off gentle and slow and, like blossom wafted by the breeze, I gradually started to spiral upwards again. He heard my breathing change and grinned that wicked smile, and my chest tightened with a roller coaster thrill of fear: I’m at his mercy. Whatever he wants to do to me…
He lashed his tongue across my nipples and my breathing went trembly as they rose to aching hardness. He moved from gentle to firm, his lips and tongue and those huge, strong hands insistent, and my whole body started to follow his rhythm, my back arching and my lower body twisting as I ground my thighs together to try to get the friction I needed.
That’s when he used his knees to open my legs, turning me from a Y into an X. I sucked in a huge lungful of air, my fingers and toes dancing in delicious panic. God, I’d never felt so vulnerable…or so free.
He laid his hands on my inner thighs, his thumbs tracing up and down along the super-sensitive skin just shy of my pussy. I could feel how wet I’d gotten and, as he gazed down at me, the amber in his eyes molten with lust, I knew he could see. He brought his cock to my pussy and nestled the tip between my lips. I jerked at the leather strap that held my wrists, squeezed my thighs together hard, trying to close my legs. I did everything I could to escape my fate, because every time I tried and failed, the excitement ratcheted higher in my chest.
Then he hilted himself inside me. Before I’d even recovered from the shock of being filled, he was pounding me and God, this was totally different to the shower, where I’d flexed and moved. His weight pinned me to the bed and his hands on my shoulders stopped me moving even an inch. He sank low atop me and my nipples began to drag along the hard slabs of his pecs as he fucked me. The pleasure sparked inwards from my breasts and groin, sending me higher and higher.
My soft little pants and his deep, animal grunts filled the room. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and stared down at me, giving tiny little shakes of his head. “Can’t believe you’re real,” he muttered, and under that deep Missouri growl, under all the lust and roughness, there was a note of vulnerability. Something in me connected with something in him in a way that disarmed him completely.
I knew because I felt the same way.
He leaned down and kissed me, his lips spreading me savagely and mine flowering open under him, welcoming him. The kiss was hot and frantic, our teeth clacking together in our urgency as his thrusts became harder, almost brutal. I panted against his mouth. There was so much I wanted to say, but I wasn’t going to get the chance. I was spiraling higher and higher, every satiny thrust of his cock pushing me towards my peak. I was going to come again, while he kissed me, and I couldn’t think of anything better. His body slammed against mine, the base of him grinding against my clit on each stroke. I strained at my bound wrists, my hands grabbing at the air, but I was powerless. Captured.
The climax rolled through me, making my hips jerk and roll, and he groaned, driving deep one final time and then shuddering and pulsing inside me. We kept kissing, our lips muffling each other’s cries as our bodies thrashed together, as close and trusting as two people can be.
49
TANYA
Afterwards, we lay on our sides in the darkness with Colton spooning me from behind. I was naked, and the air conditioning made the room chilly, but his arms and the press of his chest kept me as cozy as if I’d been wrapped in a heated blanket. It wasn’t like our first time at the hotel. Then, I’d had a sickening lurch in my stomach afterwards: what have I done? This time, the lurch only came when I thought of someone taking him away from me. It was only a matter of time until the CIA caught up with us. Then we’d be quietly arrested, spirited off to some far-off country for interrogation and buried in shallow graves.