Shadowed(74)

But Nina seemed immune to his desperate need, other than to notice the fact that he’d tensed up again.

“Relax,” she ordered, clearly in professional mode now. “It won’t do any good to massage you if you tighten up all over again.”

“I’ll try,” he ground out, teeth gritted, hands clenched into fists. He could feel her silky thighs on either side of his rib cage, and when she bent over him, he swore he could feel the light brush of her breasts against his back. His cock was so hard he felt like he could fuck a hole right through the mattress. Couldn’t she see what she was doing to him for the Goddess’s sake?

Apparently not for she continued to massage him, rubbing all over his back, touching him in ways he hadn’t been touched in years. It was rapidly becoming too much. All Reddix could think about was taking her. Rolling over and pulling her to him, taking her mouth in a savage, punishing kiss…rolling her plump nipples between his fingers and then spreading her legs, claiming her entirely…

“You’re so tense,” Nina complained, leaning over him to work harder. Her breasts brushed him again, her nipples tight through the thin fur dress. “I think you’re in worse shape now than when I started!”

“Sorry,” Reddix growled hoarsely.

“Just try to relax,” she said again. She shifted to get a better angle to work and then…Gods, was that her soft little pussy he could feel pressing into the small of his back? The heat and dampness told him it must be. Did she even have panties on or was she completely naked under the dress? He could imagine her pink folds opening, showing her warm, wet interior. Her pussy spread for his tongue as she pulled his hair and called his name. She was rubbing against him, pressing the part of her he most longed to taste right against the small of his back…

Suddenly, he snapped.

With a low, possessive growl he flipped over, grabbed her wrists and rolled her under him in one swift move.

“Reddix?” Nina’s gold-flecked eyes grew wide. “What…what are you doing?”

“This.” And then he was kissing her—taking her—tasting her sweet mouth as he’d been longing to do from the moment he first set eyes on her. It was wrong, and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t quench the fire that burned inside him or satisfy the desperate hunger that had been building up for ten long years.

He wanted her, and he would be damned if he didn’t have her.

* * * * *

“Reddix? Oh my God, Reddix!” Nina gasped when he finally let her get some air. Not that she didn’t like the kiss—it was desperate and hungry and more than a little scary but also incredibly possessive and hot. His big body on hers was heavy and hard and insistent.

Can’t do this, she told herself desperately. Oh God, I really can’t do this! He’s my kidnapper—I can’t trust him. I can’t…can’t…

“Mine.” His silver eyes glowed in the dim room, and his harsh voice was a deep, guttural growl of pure possession. “You’re mine now, Nina. Mine.”

The words sent a thrill through her—part fear and part desire. But the fear won out.

“Just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean you own me!” She pushed against his broad shoulders, but it was like pushing against a tank—he wasn’t moving. In fact, he was coming in for another one of those searing, frighteningly hot kisses.

“That’s exactly what it means,” he muttered, his eyes blazing with lust. “Never gonna let you go.”

“No!” Nina jerked her head to one side, avoiding his mouth. This was rapidly moving from scary but hot territory into just plain scary. She groped for the small wooden table beside the bed, reaching for something to fend him off with. Her fingers encountered a smooth keychain shaped object, and she grabbed it, squeezing it tight.

Reddix growled in frustration and came in for another kiss. When Nina avoided his mouth again, he went for her neck, licking and sucking mercilessly at the tender skin at the hollow of her throat, doubtless marking her with his possessive kisses. His dark, spicy scent filled her senses, making her feel dizzy and helpless with unwanted lust.

No, have to fight it. Have to…fight it!

Nina bit back a groan. This was getting out of hand—way out of hand. She couldn’t help noticing that lights on his collar were blinking like crazy—just as they had been during their first encounter with the Feeling People. Red, green, blue, red-green-blue, redgreenblue…they were almost a blur. The sight made her realize the small thing she held in her hand was the controller to the collar. She gripped it tightly. Could she really use it on him again? Should she?