Page 10 of Curvy Hostage Mate (Gold Wolves Black Ops #4)

I let out a soft moan as I melted at his touch, letting him hold me however he wanted.

With effortless strength, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his lap.

One free hand roamed down my side, tracing my curves.

He pulled my head to his, his mouth pressing against mine once more.

As I let his tongue slip into my mouth, I realized with an excited jolt that I could feel his hardness pressing against me.

I wanted more, realizing I could never be content with just his mouth. But before I could beg for more, he broke away, his hands still roaming along my side, sending new shivers of need racing through me.

“You have an incredible body,” he growled with undisguised lust, his eyes ravishing me.

“You don’t have to say that,” I said.

His hand paused. He blinked, the lust winking from his eyes for a moment. “What?”

“You don’t have to lie and say I have an incredible body,” I explained. “Lying isn’t exactly a turn-on for me.”

His mouth dropped open briefly. “You really can’t see it?”

“See what?”

“Just how fucking sexy you are,” he said.

“Ever since I first saw you, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.

And when I saw you in the Underside a second time…

” His hands ran up and down my body, sending delightful shivers radiating up my body.

“Let’s just say you have an effect on me that no other woman has ever had. ”

His fingers tangled themselves in my hair, holding tightly as he brought his mouth back down to mine. I let out a soft sigh without realizing it, pressing my body against his as an overwhelming need to be as close to him as possible consumed me.

His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck to my collarbone as my back arched at the sensation. I gasped and let out a soft moan. Sparks flew off me wherever he touched. My fingers gripped his shoulders, holding him tight, not wanting to let him go.

With surprising tenderness and deftness, he slipped his hands beneath the hem of my shirt, raising it slowly, his eyes watching me to gauge my reaction, as if making sure he wasn’t going too far.

But the fire beginning to burn inside me wanted him to go further.

He must have read it, because he let out a growl of approval before pulling off my shirt entirely and throwing it to the side.

He drank me in, but only for a moment before he took off my bra and threw it to the side as well.

His hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. After so many rough hands pawing at me, his touch felt gentle and kind. I leaned into it.

“See?” he muttered. “You are incredibly gorgeous.”

He took my nipple in his mouth, tugging gently, his eyes still locked on my face as he waited to gauge my expression.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the groan even as that fire grew hotter.

I squirmed as he held me in place. That craving, that need for him, overwhelmed me.

This wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

I tugged at his shirt, and he responded instantly, helping me take it off.

His shirt came over his head, and I tossed it to the side.

I bit my lip without realizing it as I took in his body.

Broad-shouldered with perfect muscles, every inch of them looked as though they had been carefully sculpted.

Just seeing his bare chest sent new embers of flame between my legs.

I had been denying it since I first met him, but I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

His mouth pressed against mine again, but his mouth wasn’t enough.

That craving had grown exponentially in the span of a few moments.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed more of him.

It occurred to me that whatever I got may never be enough.

I’d been trying to hold back that longing I’d felt since he’d taken me, and I was tired of fighting it. I wanted him. I wanted him now.

Taking control, I pushed him down to the ground from where I sat on his lap.

On top of him, I let my fingers roam against his muscled chest, tracing the contours and the myriad of scars that crossed along his body.

I followed the path of the tattoo that snaked up his arm and across the left side of his chest. His eyes remained locked on my face as I did this, his hands holding onto my hips as hunger and longing flickered across his expression.

My fingers ran along his cock gently, and I grinned when his own eyes grew hazy with lust. And I felt him twitch eagerly in response. I grasped the shaft and began moving slowly up and down, then faster, watching his expression, grinning as he let out a soft, “Fuck.”

I could have teased him a bit longer, drawn it out, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

I slid him inside me, letting out a soft gasp of pleasure as he filled me.

I glided up and down his cock in a grinding motion, grinning as he couldn’t hold back his own inarticulate sounds of pleasure.

Every one of them only fueled my own need, my deep longing for him.

I moaned as I continued riding him, savoring the sensation as every thrust sent him deeper inside me, enjoying the look of bliss and enjoyment on his face. His fingers gripped me tighter, holding onto me as he stared up at me with undisguised longing.

With incredible strength, he rolled me over, pinning my arms over my head as I fell into the grass.

His lips pressed against mine, not missing a single thrust as he took control.

Fire burned through me, shivers of need and longing building inside me, growing more intense every moment.

My body craved release even as I wanted the delicious sensations to linger. I could have stayed like this forever.

He continued pumping in and out of me, waves of pleasure and ecstasy continuing to swell and build inside me with every thrust. My fingers dug into the dirt as my back arched, my breathing growing shallow as I felt myself going closer and closer to oblivion.

He kept going, moving faster and faster, every thrust becoming more and more unbearable as I squirmed in delight.

My breathing went ragged, my mind going blank as the longing continued to swell and consume me.

Without warning, one hand slipped between us. Not missing a stroke, his thumb pressed against my clit, flicking back and forth. I groaned, breath growing ragged. All that mattered right now was him and his hands, his thrusts.

I knew I was on the edge. I tried to hold onto it, every breath growing higher-pitched as my back continued to arch. I wanted it to last for as long as possible, not wanting to relinquish that high.

He seemed to read my mind, because he gave a wicked grin and intensified his assault, as if wanting to test how long I could actually hold on. I gasped as I neared the precipice.

But then he slowed. I shot him a glower as that wicked grin intensified, and he laughed, continuing to tease me just enough to dull that edge before resuming his assault.

One final thrust, and I shattered. I screamed as bliss and ecstasy washed over me, release shivering through my body.

His mouth covered mine, smothering the scream of pleasure as he continued to thrust inside me, his motions growing more frantic, more urgent, as if he needed me as much as I needed him.

His grip on me tightened, his mouth not leaving mine as his tongue parted my lips.

I shattered again, the scream louder this time, still muffled.

His movements grew even more erratic as his breathing became ragged.

I could tell he was close even as I continued to ride my second orgasm.

As my hips bucked and my own sounds of need continued to press against his mouth, his cock spasmed inside me.

His thrusts slowed as he finished, his cock still pulsing as he got his own relief.

He hovered over me, looking almost as surprised as I was as he stared down at me, the moon directly behind his head, like a crown.

We stayed like that for I didn’t know how long, neither of us willing to move as the sounds of the woods came flooding back around us.

“We should probably head back to the cabin,” he said.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak as I let him help me to my feet. I slipped on my clothes and followed him back through the woods.