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Rubbing my back, he slides his hands lower, places them on my hips and starts a motion, rocking me back and forth as our lips remain connected. Rubbing against each other, deeper and harder, my breathing turns heavy, and the flush rises up my neck and onto my cheeks. Pulling back from me, he watches me closely.

My eyes flutter.

His eyes darken.

The feeling of prickles in my belly and lower back warn me that something’s happening, but before I register what’s happening, it hits me, hard and powerful.

Digging my fingernails into his scalp, I gasp.

Well, this is new!

My heart races and my breathing hitches as my core contracts over and over again. I buck against him moaning long and low. Still rigid from the endless pleasure surging through me, he captures my mouth and kisses me hungrily.

Mouth on mine, Nox whispers, “Fucked up, baby.”

Fucked up?

My heart sinks. This is not going how I planned this going.

I open my mouth, but he speaks again before I get the chance. “I know what you need, baby.”

Closing my eyes, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me fiercely. Again and again.

And it’s better than good.

It’s fucking astounding.





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Nox





Never had something so beautiful so close before. As soon as I walked into the bedroom, I saw the changes I was dreading.

Lily.

She finally saw the connection. She finally felt the chemistry. And, clearly braver than I am, she finally decided to risk humiliation to find out if what we have is something worth pursuing.

She’s killin’ me slowly, and she doesn’t even know it.

With every kiss. With every glance of her gorgeous green eyes. With every flip of her kick-ass hair. With every half smile. She’s killin’ me.

But watching her face as she came apart in my arms?

Fuck me.

I’d die a thousand deaths to see it again.

But that’s beside the point.

She’s in my care. And I’m going to take care of her.

I’m not falling for her. No. I’m not falling.

It’s too late to use present tense.

I fell fuckin’ hard.

Just hope she doesn’t figure that out.

Right now, though?

I know what she needs.





Chapter Fourteen

Firsts





Lily





“Oh God!” I almost shriek.

Nox’s arm tightens over my squirming belly and he lifts his head. “You ‘kay?”

Lifting my head, panting, I fight the urge to smack him and nod vigorously, “Don’t stop!” Then I push his head back down.

I feel his breath on me as he chuckles soundlessly. His tongue darts out, slowly lapping at my sensitive folds and I die.

I die.

Over and over and over again.

Okay, so let’s rewind here for a minute.

Earlier tonight, I laid it out for Nox.

Honest to God. Courage ignited like a spark low in my belly, and I knew tonight was the night.

It was a speak now or forever hold your peace moment.

You could call it a do or die moment.

Or even a stop being chickenshit moment.

Whatever you want to call it, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Something akin to desperation took hold of me and I struggled with it. I fought it hard but it won out.

There’s desperation and then there’s desperation. Holding back was no longer an option.

I want Nox. I need Nox. And I’ll tell you how I know this.

Number one, he takes care of me, even though I can be a total shithead. Number two, he’s been nothing but good to me since our first motel adventure. He even smiles at me now. And it’s a nice smile. Number three, he trains me like he would anyone else. Never treating me like a girl. Only as an equal. Number four, he took pity on a scared girl and allowed her comfort when she needed it. A huge pro on the list.

Number five, every night before we sleep, he spoons me.

That’s right. Nox spoons.

And while he spoons me, he takes my hand, links our fingers together and holds them to my chest. Then, yes then, he buries his face into my hair and he sighs.

And that sigh…

Ugh.

That sigh.

It makes my heart flip around in my chest. It makes my nose tingle. It makes me feel beautiful. I’ve never had that before. Okay, so I’ve never had anyone before. But I’m thinking if a man like Nox, gruff and withdrawn, can make a woman feel beautiful with nothing but a breath…

…I’m thinking that’s special. It feels special. And special, for me, is rare.

I don’t want to miss a second I have with him. And I had to let him know that. So after he let me kiss him, I know he felt what I felt. I know this because he made me come. See, he gave me one of my firsts. And it was amazing. But I secretly want him to have them all. I want that because he’s special.

Panting hard, my core tightens. Gripping the sheets tightly, I try in vain to elevate my hips but he holds me down firmly while torturing me in the best possible way. “Easy girl. Let it happen.”