** Chapter Twenty nine: Ride the wave- Blake's POV
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The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of candles, setting the ambience for the passionate encounter that was about to unfold. She lay before me, her naked body glistening with anticipation. I traced my fingers along her skin, savouring the contours of her hips and the curve of her waist.
"Now," she gasped, her voice thick with desire, "please, don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to devour her, to taste every inch of her perfect body. My tongue trailed down, passing over her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver and moan softly.
"Oh... yes..." she whispered, her breath quickening as my tongue found her entrance. I circled her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, while my fingers worked in unison, plunging deep inside her.
Her body tensed, her back arching slightly as she let out a soft, pleading moan. "Don't hold back..."
I obliged, quickening my pace, my tongue flicking and swirling relentlessly. Her hips rocked gently, meeting my tongue with each stroke, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
"Oh, God... I'm... I'm—"
Her words dissolved into a scream of ecstasy, her body trembling as she climaxed, her juices flowing over my tongue.
I savored her taste, knowing I had satisfied her, at least for the moment.
**Malia's POV **
Just then, a noise shattered the intimacy—a loud *thud* from the hallway. My breath hitched. “What was that?”
Blake froze, his eyes darting toward the sound. “I don’t know,” he whispered, his playful demeanour replaced by an edge of concern. “Stay here.”
“No way, I’m coming with you.” I slid out from under him, adrenaline surging as we quickly got dressed i grabbed his hand.
We tiptoed toward the source of the noise, hearts pounding in sync. “It could be nothing,” he said, but the tension in his voice betrayed him.
“I can’t help but worry,” I replied, my mind racing with possibilities. “What if it’s someone…" dangerous?”
Blake squeezed my hand tighter. “We’ll handle it together. Just stay close.”
As we stepped into the dimly lit hallway, shadows danced on the walls, and the house seemed to hold its breath.
**Blake's POV**
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from downstairs, shattering our moment. My heart raced as i rushed to the window, peering out into the darkness. Shadows moved quickly, and he felt an instinctual dread wash over me. “We need to go. Now.”
Before Malia could respond, the front door burst open, and a group of figures stormed in. my instincts kicked in, but as i turned to protect Malia, i was met with a fist to the face, sending me sprawling to the floor.
“Malia!” i shouted, scrambling to my feet, but it was too late. She was already being dragged away by two men, her screams tearing through the night.
“Let her go!” i roared, :adrenaline fueling his fight as he lunged toward them. He fought fiercely but was outnumbered. Just as he reached for Malia, a sharp pain struck the back of his head, and darkness enveloped him.
As I struggled to regain consciousness, my head throbbed with a dull ache. I was lying on the cold, hard floor, my vision blurry. The last thing I remembered was Malia's terrified screams and the feeling of helplessness as I was knocked out.
I slowly sat up, my eyes scanning the room. It was empty, the only sign of the chaos that had erupted was the shattered remains of Malia's coffee table. My heart sank as I called out her name, but there was no response.
I stumbled to my feet, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I had to find Malia. I had to get her back.
*Malia's POV**
Malia struggled against her captors, her heart racing as they pulled her away from Blake. “No! Let me go!” she screamed, panic rising in her throat. “Blake!”
She twisted and kicked, but their grip was unyielding. Just as she thought she might break free, a man stepped forward, his face obscured by shadows. “You’ll regret this, girl. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“Who are you?” i demanded, fighting against the fear that threatened to consume me.
“Just someone doing what needs to be done,” he replied, a cruel grin spreading across his face. “You can’t do this! Blake will come for me!”
The man laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. “And what if he does? It’ll only prove how weak he is.”
As they dragged her into the darkness, Malia’s heart raced with fear, but she clung to one thought: Blake would fight for her. He had to.
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