Captivated (Deep in Your Veins 6)

For endless seconds, I could only stare at him. “Nu-uh.” I was really too tongue-tied to say anything else.

His gaze darkened to flint. “Good.” Then he was on me.

CHAPTER FOUR

(Damien)

Thrusting my hands into her hair, I closed my mouth over hers and sank my tongue inside. Need bubbled up fast, hot and explosive. It raged in my blood, scorched my skin, thickened my cock, and stole my breath.

Lexi grabbed at my shirt as I took total possession of her mouth. This was no mere simple kiss. It was a forty-car pile-up that inflamed us both.

An aggressive hunger beating at my insides, I backed her through the small apartment, stripping her clothes along the way, stroking everywhere I could reach. Her skin was so fucking soft, so fucking biteable.

She was wearing only panties by the time we reached her bedroom. I sharply tugged at the scrap of lace, ripping it from her body. Drinking in her naked form, I felt the breath whoosh out of me. She was all delicate curves and smooth muscle, soft in all the right places. A surge of possessiveness hit me hard, its intensity taking me off-guard.

“Jesus, Lex. You’re fucking beautiful, do you know that?” I didn’t wait for a response, I wasn’t looking for one. All I wanted right then was to fuck her with my tongue.

I tossed her on the bed, careful to bear in mind the relative differences in our strength. She was so fragile compared to me. So vulnerable. So very much at my mercy. And that hit my prey drive big time.

“You’re gonna come hard for me.” Kneeling on the bed, I shoved her thighs apart and put my mouth on her.

She arched with a gasp and gripped the bedsheet. “Oh, fuck.”

I didn’t go easy on her. I ate her out like I was starved for her, gripping that delectable ass tight, digging my fingers into the firm globes.

Five months. Five months I’d imagined this, wondering how she tasted; what she looked like when she came; whether I was right in thinking that her ass would fit perfectly in my hands—it did.

Everything about her enticed and spurred me on—her hoarse moans, her floral perfume, her sweet and spicy taste, and how goddamn beautifully responsive she was. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, and I had so little time to do them all.

It wasn’t long before she came—apparently, she had a quick trigger—but I didn’t stop. Not until she’d come a second time, while I was pumping my fingers in and out of her.

She slumped on the bed, trembling, breathing hard, watching me through hooded, glazed eyes as I sucked my fingers clean. “That was some seriously dark oral magic you just did.”

I felt a chuckle bubble up. “Dark oral magic, huh? I can go with that.” She made such a gorgeous picture, all flushed and needy and ready for me. Fuck, I had to have her.

Not wanting a single thing between my skin and hers, I quickly shed my clothes, moving at vampiric speed. “Spread your legs wider. Good girl.”

Kneeling between her thighs once more, I curled over her and sucked one taut, dusky nipple into my mouth as I palmed her breast. “Tilt your hips up for me, baby. That’s it.” Locking my eyes with hers, I inched the broad head of my cock inside her and shit that was a tight fit.

Her breath hitched slightly, and she balled up her hands. “Fuck me, Damien.”

Like I had any other plan. I draped myself over her and gave her my weight, wanting her to feel trapped, surrounded, helpless. Even owned.

I gripped her jaw, feeling a little feral in my need to possess and take and use. “You’ll feel me for days, Lex.” I slammed home hard enough to shake the bed, ramming every inch of my dick inside her in one smooth and undeniably brutal thrust.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide, and dug her nails into my shoulders as her body clamped down on my cock. “Shit, Damien.”

Growling, I savagely powered into her, moving faster than any human could, careful not to cause her pain. “Christ, baby, you’re so tight.” It was like thrusting into a hot, wet fist, the pleasure so intense it was almost excruciating. As she arched her body into mine, taking what I gave her and demanding more, I growled. “That’s it, let me have you.”

I took her mouth again as I rode her hard, tasting every moan and whimper. Her hands stroked and scratched at my back. Her heels dug into the base of my spine. Her inner muscles squeezed and sucked at my cock. And her pulse … it fucking called to me.

I could hear her blood thrashing in her veins—fast, steady, rhythmic … like a damn song. It was hypnotic and haunting and drowned out the growls, moans, and smacks of flesh.