Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(21)

“Bella,” he whispers. I need to learn Spanish. Colin and Matthew made me take French in school because the family has homes and businesses there. Once I get away, I vow that I will memorize and learn every word so I can relive these moments. I am already sure that anything that comes after Skull will never touch me like he does.

“Skull…”

“You are beautiful, mi cielo,” he moans. “So f*cking beautiful.” He’s walked up to me. His words dance across my skin as his lips gently meet my shoulder, his large hands taking hold of my hips. “You take my breath away.”

It sounds like a line, and maybe it is, but it makes me feel beautiful.

“Lie back on the bed,” he tells me.

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from telling him I’m not ready. I lie down, letting my head fall half on the pillow and half on the mattress. The bed is unmade and the sheets are rumpled. I worry he’s had other women here, but once I lie down, his scent and cologne surround me, comforting me.

I gasp as his hands circle my knees and he pulls me back down to him. I watch him closely. He grabs the waistband of my panties and looks at me. He winks. Then, just like that, he tears them.

“I don’t have any other—”

“I don’t want you covering my property up,” he says. “You won’t wear them anymore, Beth. I want you bare under your clothes and ready for me whenever I want.”

I start to argue, but that’s something I can give for the few days I have left with him, so I don’t. He pushes my ruined underwear to the floor and positions himself between my legs. Heat zaps my body, and a mixture of desire and embarrassment flush through me, turning my skin deep pink. I can feel the heat burning in me.

“Skull, I think, I mean…” I stop talking. I don’t think I could say another word if I wanted to. It doesn’t matter because all of my words stop. They lodge in my throat, unable to move, when I feel his tongue flick against the inside of my thigh, his breath against me.

“Lie back and just enjoy, Beth,” he says, and I do exactly that—without arguing this time. I can’t argue. I feel like I might faint.





I feel like a drowning man, losing myself in her. The scent of her sweet * envelopes me and I breathe it in … the sweetest nectar I’ve ever dreamed of, finally within my grasp. I bite the inside of her thigh, marking it. My dick jerks in reaction because the f*cker knows he’s finally going to get to claim her.

I pull away and hastily shed my clothes, hoping she’s distracted enough that the sight of my cock doesn’t bring her fear to the forefront again. My experience with virgins is nonexistent. I didn’t need Beth to tell me she had never done this before. It would take a fool not to see it. The mere fact brings me joy.

“Skull?” her soft voice questions, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“I got you, querida. I’m going to make you feel real good in a minute,” I tell her. Then, I use my thumbs to pull the lips of her * apart. Her hard little clit is throbbing, drawing my attention. I flatten my tongue, darting inside her entrance. Her taste blooms on my tongue and I groan. A man could become addicted to her taste. I could become addicted. I push my tongue inside again, gathering more cream on it and f*cking her with it. Her moans are the only encouragement I need. My thumb slides over her clit and instantly more of her cream pours forth. I flick that hard little nub with my tongue over and over as I slide two fingers into her. I give her just a small taste, sliding my knuckles in. She clamps down, her whole body tensing.

“You have to relax, querida … Relax your body.”

A shudder rakes through her body, but slowly I feel the muscles in her * ease.

“Skull …?”

“Yes, mi cielo?” I answer, sliding my fingers all the way inside her tight channel this time. I go slow, stretching her because she’s so f*cking tight. I can’t wait to sink home. I start f*cking her with my fingers, carefully and methodically, stretching her for my cock and giving her pleasure at the same time. I use my thumb to caress her clit again, giving her the extra pleasure she needs to bring her close to orgasm.

“What… what are you doing?” she asks when my tongue goes back to teasing her clit and licking up the cream that flows around my fingers. Her hips move against my mouth and the muscles of her thigh tighten against me as she tries to ride.

“Finger f*cking you,” I hum against her clit, drawing the throbbing morsel into my mouth, capturing it between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue. Her hands come down to my head, her fingers threading through my hair. She’s pulling me into her *. It’s all the more erotic because she has no idea what she needs. It’s pure instinct. Mine.

“But, you… I thought we were going to…”

“Thought what, sweetheart?” I ask, pulling back slightly so I can watch the way she sucks my fingers inside. I let my tongue dance along the outside of her lips, touching my fingers and gathering her cream.

“I thought you were going to… take me!” The last syllable is cried out as I stretch her open with my fingers and make the perfect entrance for my tongue. I f*ck her with my tongue and collect all of her sweet juice that I can. I push my thumb against her hardened clit, loving the noises coming from her. When I look up, she’s sitting up so she can watch everything I’m doing to her body.