Captive (Igniting the Flame Book 1)

by Dani Matthews

  I’m distracted from my thoughts as he moves closer to me, his hands reaching for the buttons on the center of the dress. As he hovers over me, I expect him to unbutton them. Instead, he grips the fabric and tears it apart, the buttons flying every which way as my mouth falls open with shock.

  My nearly nude body is revealed to him, and his eyes roam over my bra-covered breasts. Then, his appraising gaze lowers to the lace panties I’m wearing. When his eyes lift to mine, his gaze darkens with a heat that has my skin tingling. “Scared?” he asks in a rumbly voice.

  “No,” I say softly. And I’m not. I’m already wet with desire, and I know that he feels the urgency too. Now that there’s nothing holding us back…

  He strips off his shirt, and I lick my lower lip as I greedily rest my eyes on his hard, sculpted chest. He’s as beautiful as he is deadly, and my heart quickens as I let my gaze slide down to the “V” of his hips. There’s so much I want to explore…

  “Another time,” Lethe murmurs, and then his body covers me as his lips close over mine once more. His kisses aren’t slow or seductive, they’re raw and full of sexual heat. His hands roam my body, and he quickly divests me of my bra. I arch my back when his hands cup my breasts, and I can’t hold back my breathy moan as he ruthlessly brushes his thumbs over the points. It feels so damned good, and the sensations seem to be shooting straight to the sensitive flesh between my legs.

  Something’s different tonight. This seems more intense than the last, and the pleasure is sharper, more extreme. He has me gasping and writhing, and as my eyes open, he breaks the kiss and moves his body to the side so he can watch me with heated eyes. Sweat already shines across his brow, and I can tell that he’s holding himself back.

  His gaze holds mine for a minute longer before his head deliberately lowers to my breast. As his lips close over the distended tip, I feel his right hand slide my panties down my hips. I arch and help wiggle out of them. Now I’m completely naked.

  His tongue teasingly circles the throbbing flesh of my nipple before he begins manipulating it mercilessly, and I make a soft sound of desperation. Then, his fingers skim across the apex of my thighs, and I arch my hips, wanting him to touch me there. His finger brushes my clit, and I sink my hands into his hair and tighten my hold. There are multiple sensations that I’m feeling, and my body is begging for more…

  His teeth gently torture my nipple, and my hips slowly grind when he begins playing with the bundle of nerves between my legs. His touch feels more than amazing. It feels…indescribable.

  Lethe’s lips leave my breast, and I open my eyes as my hands drop from his hair. He’s watching me, and he smirks as his finger quickens while a fine sheen of sweat breaks out across my body. “Like it?” he asks in a carefully controlled tone.

  “You know I do,” I grit out.

  The corners of his lips tilt upwards, and I can’t miss the triumphant gleam in his eye. I don’t care though as I feel the pleasure intensifying. I’m going to go over the edge soon, and I arch my back, not caring that he’s watching me as I savor the pleasure that he’s giving me.

  His finger abruptly moves away from my clit.

  My eyes shoot back to him with surprise. He’s turning this into a damned game?

  “Want it?” he taunts.

  Damn him. “I am not going to beg,” I say, my tone breathless as my body quivers, aching for more.

  “Too bad. I thought maybe I’d try a little of this…” he murmurs, and he inserts two fingers inside me.

  I groan and part my legs, enjoying the sensation.

  Lethe’s eyes flicker down my body, and he gazes at where my body is gripping his fingers. “I want to watch how you’re going to fuck me back,” he coaxes silkily.

  I blink, and I know he’s deliberately toying with me as payback for the night I’d greedily taken what he’d given me before threatening his dick. I decide that I don’t care, because there will be times when I’ll be able to turn the tables. Right now though, he has my body wound so tight that I’ll do anything for release.

  “Do it,” he challenges.

  I know he’s not as unaffected as he pretends, because I detect a fine tremble along his shoulders, and he wants me just as bad as I want him. He wants a show, does he? Two can play this game.

  I hold his gaze and bite my lip as I begin slowly and torturously moving my hips as I grind against his fingers. I work my hips in a sexy rhythm, and Lethe stares hard at my lower body, his eyes burning hotter by the minute.

  Knowing he’s close to losing his own patience, I release a low throaty groan and arch my back as I thrust my hips. I’m so damn close… I gasp for air as I feel that torturous sensation building once more, and my forehead feels damp as I work my body, anxious for release.

  Lethe curses, and his fingers leave me.

  I fight back a moan of disappointment, and I open my eyes to see that Lethe is yanking off his jeans, his movements hurried now. Playtime is over. My eyes drop to his hips, and for the first time, I get a look at his dick. It’s certainly more impressive than the one that had taken my virginity.

  Lethe doesn’t give me time to study him further, because he’s on me in a second as he grips my thighs and spreads them before sinking into me deeply. He fills me in ways I’ve never felt before, and we both groan in unison. That earlier urgency comes rushing back, and as Lethe begins to thrust into me, I hold onto him tightly, meeting every thrust. His lips find mine, and we move in a fast-paced rhythm as our tongues tangle, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. We’re both desperate for that pleasurable release, but it seems just out of reach.

  Lethe breaks the kiss and swears under his breath. His hips pump harder, and I hear myself begging for him to give me what I want.

  He abruptly rolls us over, and suddenly I’m the one on top, and I immediately brace my hands on his shoulders and work myself up and down his length. He grips my hips and drives into me as his jaw clenches, his eyes glowing with flames as he stares up at me. My eyes lower to his ripped abs, and I enjoy the sight of them tensing as his lower body works rhythmically. I’m right on the edge, and I make a desperate sound as sweat trickles down between my breasts.

  “Fuck!” Lethe hisses, and I hear the desperation in his voice.

  “Lethe…” I gasp.

  “I know. It feels good, but it’s fucking torture,” he growls as he pushes into me over and over, his grip on my hips almost painful. It’s as if we’re suspended on the precipice of our orgasms, and as good as it feels, it’s still not enough.

  I make a frustrated sound, and he topples us over once more so that he’s on top. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he braces his arms on either side of my head and begins driving into me in a rhythm that has us both desperately panting for air as our bodies work feverishly. We’re both a sweaty mass of limbs, and finally, we reach that peak and go over. I can’t hold back my strangled scream of exquisite release as Lethe’s voice joins mine while we ride out our pleasure. It seems to last forever, and we continue straining against each other, his hardness moving in and out of me at a brutal pace until eventually, the pleasure begins to lesson and we both go limp.

  Lethe rolls off me so that he’s not crushing me with his body, and in the silence of the room, our breathing is loud and ragged. I’m drenched in sweat, my heart thrumming wildly in my chest.

  That was…crazy.

  I close my eyes and suck in much needed oxygen.

  I just need a minute to regain my senses…

  Thirty-three

  Lethe

  I slowly wake, feeling completely satiated for once. It’s a pleasant feeling, and I enjoy it for a moment as I recall the sex with Arista. That was way better than I could have ever imagined. Sex with a mate is definitely better, and that drawn-out shit was the best thing I’ve ever felt. And that extended orgasm… I’m more than happy to spend the rest of my life banging one woman now that I know the experience is a hell of a lot better than sex with anyone else.

  Reality qui
ckly follows on the heels of that last thought, and I feel myself growing more alert. Knowing I have shit to do yet tonight; I open my eyes and glance at the alarm clock. I frown as my eyes rest on the numbers. Is it morning already? Damn it. I hadn’t meant to crash after the sex, but I must’ve slept like the dead considering it’s nine in the morning.

  I force myself to sit up, and that’s when I notice Arista is still in my bed. She’s sprawled on her stomach, and my eyes linger down the delicate lines of her spine. My body instantly hardens at the thought of repeating what we’d done last night, but her head is turned away, and I can tell she’s still sleeping. If I recall, she’d passed out right afterwards, and I’d followed shortly after.

  I draw in a deep breath and drag a hand through my hair. The possessive feeling in my gut is unsettling, because as I gaze at her, I can only think of one word. Mine.

  That body. It’s mine.

  Her pleasure. I give her it.

  Everything about her.

  It’s all fucking mine.

  Those primal thoughts unsettle the shit out of me.

  I now have a mate, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with her.

  Arista and Lethe’s story continues in Rebellion, coming soon! Please take a moment and consider leaving a review. It is very much appreciated!! For further updates on the Igniting the Flame series, you can visit www.facebook.com/DaniMatthews,author.