Capture Me: The Complete Trilogy

Chapter 4-1

4Yulia

My mind in turmoil, I sit on the edge of the bed and watch Lucas undress.

First, he pulls off his sweater, revealing a tight T-shirt stretched across his muscular chest. Next, he takes off his shoes and pushes down his jeans and black briefs. His legs are as powerful as they’d appeared through his clothes, thick with muscle and as darkly tanned as his face. His c**k, already hard again, is jutting out from a nest of brownish-blond hair at his groin, and as he pulls off his T-shirt, I see sharply defined abs and sculpted chest.

Lucas Kent has the body of an athlete, beautiful in its uncompromising strength.

As I watch him, I become aware of a strange urge to touch him. Not in an effort to please him or because it’s expected of me, but because I want to. I want to know how his muscles feel under my fingertips, whether his bronzed skin is smooth or rough. I want to lick his neck, tongue the hollow above his collarbone, and find out how that warm-looking skin tastes.

It makes no sense, but I want him. I want him even though I’m sore from his rough f*****g, even though he should be an assignment, nothing more.

He steps out of his jeans and briefs and kicks them aside, then comes toward me. I don’t move as he approaches me. I hardly even breathe. When he’s next to me, he stops and sinks to his haunches. “Lie back,” he murmurs, grasping my calves, and before I have a chance to realize what he’s doing, he pulls me toward him, not stopping until my ass is partially hanging off the mattress.

“What are you—” I begin to say, but he ignores me, using one strong hand to push me down on the mattress. I fall onto my back, my heart hammering, and then I feel it.

His warm breath on my s*x as he pulls my thighs apart.

My breathing quickens again, heat surging through my body as he presses a kiss to my closed folds, his lips soft and gentle. There’s barely any pressure on my clit, but I’m so sensitive from my earlier orgasms that even that light touch sends my nerves zinging. I gasp, arching toward him, and he laughs softly, the low, masculine sound creating vibrations that travel through my flesh, adding to the growing ache within me.

“Lucas, wait.” My voice is breathless, panicked from the need he’s invoking within me. The ceiling blurs in front of my eyes. “Wait, don’t—”

He ignores me once again, his tongue sweeping over my slit and delving into my opening. As he begins to f**k me with his tongue, I forget what I was going to say. I forget everything. My eyes squeeze shut, and the world around me disappears, leaving only darkness and the feel of his tongue dipping in and out of my soaked p***y. The fire burning within me is white-hot, my flesh so swollen and sensitized that his tongue feels as big as a c**k. Except it’s softer, more flexible—and as he moves that tongue higher, circling my clit, I tense, feeling like a string being wound tighter and tighter.

“Lucas, please...” The words come out in a begging moan. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but he seems to—because he closes his lips around my throbbing clit and sucks on it. Lightly, gently, using only his lips as his tongue laves the underside of it. And it’s enough. It’s more than enough. My toes curl, the tension gathering into a pulsing ball in my s*x as I arch up—and then I come with a choked cry, the orgasm blasting through me with stunning force. Every cell in my body fills with the pulsing pleasure of release, and my heart gallops in my chest.

Before I can recover, he flips me onto my stomach, bending me over the edge of the bed. Then I hear another foil packet ripping and a second later, he drives into me, his thick c**k spearing me, stretching me once more. I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as he takes me with a hard, fast rhythm, pounding into me so hard it should hurt—except my body is beyond that now. All I feel is need. I’m awash in it, drunk on the sensations he’s wringing from my flesh. As he thrusts into me, his movements force my s*x against the edge of the mattress, putting rhythmic pressure on my clit, and I explode again, screaming his name. But he doesn’t stop.

He just keeps f*****g me, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives into me, again and again.