Her Loving Captor

12

Eric

A smile twisted his lips into a self-satisfied expression as he looked at her with his body frozen within her power. His magical sight could see the indigo strands wrapped through his aura to hold him still. Eric knew Daniella well enough to have expected nothing less.

With her head held high, she stood before him, a challenge in her eye as she stared him down. Or tried to. Her short stature made the fire she showed sexier than anyone he'd ever seen. Cute even but Eric knew better than to say it out loud.

His eyes caressed over her feral beauty, taking in the high cheekbones that gave her face a regal cast. Once again he found himself wondering how her hard-planned face looked so soft and feminine, beautiful. Daniella had a beauty that was wild, carefree and yet grounded.

She was like a mystery that showed only glimpses of what it was and none of those agreed on what they were. She was divine.

The lacy bra she wore fitted her so well that her breasts seemed in danger of spilling over, barely covering her nipples. She had on a matching pair of underwear, one that hugged her curves as if it were a second skin.

Daniella's hourglass figure had his arousal burning as if lava ran through his blood to pool into his erection. Then there were her legs. Toned and slender, they went on forever.

"You should know," he drawled. "I plan to give as much as you do, more."

She smiled back at him, a superior smile with a teasing edge to it. "You're the one who's all tied up."

"You think I can't get out of your little trap?" he asked with a raised brow.

Her smile widened. "I'll make sure of it." With a light touch, she sent a pulse of magic into his clothes and they disintegrated from his body until he was naked. when she looked down at his arousal her white teeth flashed as she sank them into her lower lip. "Not bad." she complimented.

"Are you allergic to giving compliments?" he asked, amused.

"Well, I haven't seen what you can do with it, so not bad is good enough."

Eric laughed at that, for the first time in his life he felt light. As if the weight of the world he usually carried was lifted. Even the chaos that usually swirled within him was like a quiescent river, sluggishly content.

With a light touch, her fingers explored the contours of his pecs, choking the laughter that had bubbled inside him. The eyes that now held his gaze were aflame, desire brimming them with a hunger that equalled his own. 

The kiss she placed between his pecs was light and fleeting, but it was like a punch that he felt to the depths of his soul. A brand that pierced his heart and did exquisite damage that he was too caught up in the moment to bother with. Then her tongue flickered over his nipple and he closed his eyes to the excruciating fire that seared through him.

Eric was a being of fire. It didn't consume him and yet here he was caught in the throes of its devouring grip. His teeth clenched when her lips closed around the small nub, he panted when she sucked and couldn't help the cry that escaped him when she bit at him.

Her hands were busy exploring his body, firm and yet gentle. She caressed the back of his knee and he shivered as a cold sensation of pleasure clashed with the fire raging in him. A touch on his tailbone had lightning racing up his spine.

"Whatever happened to never giving up control?" she whispered before her tongue swept over his abused nipple.

"I'm allowing you the pleasure." he groaned out.