ClaimedbytheCaptain by Tara Kingston

belly,
soothing away the apprehension.
    “I won’t hurt you, love. I have so much to teach you.”
    Jason’s mouth claimed hers, a lovers’ kiss, tasting, tantalizing.
As his attention moved to her other wrist, she writhed against him, seeking his
touch.
    When her left wrist was bound, he kissed her mouth then
moved lower in a spiraling path down the length of her torso. Spreading her
thighs, his fingers wrapped around her ankle even as his mouth hungrily
explored the length of her leg, overcoming her fear with the exquisite
sensations as his tongue trailed over the skin at her inner thigh.
    She nearly leapt from the bed as his tongue danced over the
area at the crux of her legs. Parting the folds, he embedded his tongue within
her warmth. A low moan hovered, trapped in her throat, as he sought and found
the core of her femininity. Stroking her playfully, teasing her until she
wanted to cry out with a longing more intense than any she’d ever known.
    Mindless with need, Cathy strained against the bindings, but
it was no use. She was tied down and helpless to resist any sweet torment he
would choose to impose on her. The blindfold maddened her. She longed to see
him. She could only imagine the handsome planes of his face as he watched her
wriggle beneath his touch, could only imagine the smile of satisfaction in his
eyes as he saw her desire for him.
    “Please,” she managed weakly as she pulled against the
restraints. “Please remove the blindfold.”
    She felt him shift and then the touch of his teeth grazed
her belly. He kissed her, a leisurely caress. “In time, love,” he whispered as
he reclaimed her lips. He brushed his mouth over hers, coaxing a response,
stirring her senses with fevered need.
    When he broke off the demanding possession, Cathy thought
she’d go mad. She wanted his kiss. His touch. His mastery.
    A desperate plea welled within her. She bit it back, but he
cupped her face, stroking her cheek, destroying the last shreds of her
resistance.
    “Ah, you need this, my sweet. Just as I need you.”
    The scent of his musk filled her senses. Jason ran the tip
of his index finger as lightly as a butterfly’s wing along her collarbone, down
her middle, gliding over her belly. He traced small circles over her skin,
soothing, unrushed, until she relaxed. And then he roamed over her, his mouth
following the path of his fingertip. His roughened hands cupped her buttocks as
he nestled between the vee formed by her legs.
    His tongue darted into her most intimate place, the caress a
delicious torment. The waves of sensual stimulation nearly drove her mad with
longing. The silk glided against her wrists, reminding her she was helpless,
though she knew in truth the restraints were not what truly imprisoned her.
     
    Jason stared down at Cathy, as helpless to resist the
temptation of her perfectly rounded curves as she was to resist him. It was as
if her desire bound him to her.
    He needed to slake his thirst for her and be done with it,
he decided ruthlessly. He would deliver her back to her father, ruined,
possibly carrying his seed, the perfect instrument for his vengeance against
Edwin Farrell.
    The moonlight glinted over her creamy flesh, highlighting
her luscious curves. Jason’s cock surged against his trousers, throbbing with
hunger for his captive. He forced himself to leave her side and stripped off
his clothing. And then he prowled over her, savoring the slide of his skin
against hers. His hands and mouth explored her body, inch by inch, learning the
feel of her, the taste of her, the sound of her moans. He buried his face in
her hair. The faint aroma of lemon water mingled with her natural essence,
stimulating his senses.
    He didn’t want to care about her. He wanted to hate her,
just as he despised her father, but each touch stoked the fire in his soul.
Damn it, why did he crave the sounds she made when he pleasured her? Why did it
matter that she responded to his touch?
    He gazed down at her,