Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Isabella

The rain sprinkles over us in a light pour of desire like it’s holding us here in this moment, making sure we don’t stop.

A thrill of exhilaration races through me as he kisses me.

Our tongues tangle and tease, tasting and claiming, venturing deeper to get more.

I’m giving into the call of something I shouldn’t answer, but temptation has me running toward it greedily like I’ve been starved of this man.

He kisses me in that wild way like he wants to devour my mouth and I kiss him back the same way.

When he lifts my shirt again, I know it’s not just for a taste.

I allow him to take off my t-shirt and the little bra I was wearing, leaving me in just the yoga pants. When my breasts spill out, he returns to the wild suckle he gave me moments ago.

His mouth on my breasts with his tongue swirling around each nipple drives me crazy and I don’t just give into desire, I let it take me. I let it come for me and wipe my brain clear of everything that isn’t him and this moment we shouldn’t be having.

He’s my captor and I’m his enemy’s daughter. There shouldn’t be anything between us but there is. There was when I became his captive, or maybe it was just that he ensnared me at hello.

He picks me up and takes me over to the garden wall as the rain starts to pour heavier. There’s a little canopy provided with an archway of ivy leaves that shelters us.

We’re completely soaked and that just encourages us to continue.

Tristan presses me against the wall, and I tug on his shirt. I want to see him like last night. I’ve never seen a man with so much muscle, nor one who looked like a perfect work of art.

He pauses from my lips to whip off his shirt and I allow myself the pleasure of looking at his amazing body.

“Like what you see Bellezza?” he asks with a cocky smile.

“I do.” I answer and he resumes kissing me.

When his hands run down my waist and cups my pussy I moan into his mouth, greedy for his cock to be inside me.

Tristan works his way past the waistband of my pants and under the lace of my panties so he can slide his fingers straight into my pussy.

He starts pumping and oh God… it feels too good. I’m going to come.

I can’t control myself when I’m with him. He’s too much. Too wild. Too demanding.

“I’m going to taste your pussy again before I own your body,” he informs me like he’s giving me a courtesy.

I open my mouth to say something, but a moan falls out. I’m not even sure of what I was going to say. Whatever it is disappears into the ether and all I feel is pleasure as his thick fingers slide in and out of my passage.

“Fuck,” I moan and I come hard.

He pulls down my pants and panties, moving my thighs apart so he can lick and lap up my juices as they flow into his mouth.

With his head buried between my legs, his mouth sucking on my clit and his tongue lapping up my arousal I’m almost there again. Right there at the precipice of pleasure. Right there accepting another call to indulge in this man.

He pushes me against the wall so he can finish tasting me. I rest back against the smooth surface and allow him to do what he wants to me.

Moments later he finishes and takes my clothes off completely, leaving me naked before him.

He undoes the belt on his pants and yanks down the zipper on his fly.

“I’m clean, I want to feel you again when I’m inside you.”