Their Virgin Captive(41)

He couldn’t mistake her reluctance, but those hands came up and slowly pulled the globes of her ass apart. There it was, peeking out, a little pink plug shoved tight inside her. Gavin got to one knee and peered closer. That plug would prepare her to take a c**k up her ass. She could also fit one in her pu**y and another in her mouth. He and his brothers could possess her body all at once.

No. That wouldn’t happen. He couldn’t risk her and allow it to happen.

“Tell me something, Hannah.” He touched the plug then palmed her ass, loving the way she quivered. “Do you still care about me?”

She drew in a shuddering breath. “I love you, Gavin.”

Her breathy words finally broke him. He couldn’t take another second of waiting. He needed to shove himself inside her, be surrounded by her. He just f**king needed her.

Gavin hauled her into his arms and carried her to the piano—the nearest flat surface. Hannah gasped as he set her bare ass down on the keys. They made a discordant sound, but her breathy cry as he shoved his c**k between her legs was music to his ears.

As she curled her fingers around his shoulders and clung, Gavin drew her closer. He could feel how wet she was. She might think he was a bastard, but she wanted him all the same.

Hannah didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in when she should be pushing him away. His c**k nudged the entrance to her pu**y, but he held back. He needed more than to simply f**k her. He needed to connect with her.

Gavin thrust his hands in her hair and tugged, pulling her mouth beneath his. He covered that pretty, red bow, her lips swollen from sucking his cock. God, she tasted sweet. His tongue delved deep, and she accepted. No, she submitted, allowing him to pillage and plunder. Nothing but soft, sweet whimpers came from her throat as she held on, her body writhing restlessly against him.

He couldn’t get enough. He kissed her mouth, her nose, her chin, and her throat. She tasted sweet on his lips. His brothers could take her as many times as they wanted, but her innocence would remain. She would always taste sweet, always have a pure heart that pulled at him. He kissed her again, possessing and ravaging, but his c**k demanded more. He probed her slick, soft folds then pressed in slowly.

He watched as her lovely, bare pu**y accepted his cock, clamping down in welcome with every inch he gave her. Gavin pressed in farther. Fuck, she had the tightest hole he’d ever been in. Her pu**y sucked at him, drawing him in, holding him deep. She wrapped her arms around him like she never wanted to let go.

When her head fell back on a moan, exposing her throat, he kissed the fair skin there. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. He nipped at her shoulder while his c**k stretched her cunt.

Finally, he thrust completely in. She felt so f**king good wrapped around his dick, Gavin didn’t know how he was going to survive.

A warning bell went off in his head, but Hannah’s soft moans and softer kisses across his jaw drowned out that insistent voice screaming at him that his world was about to go to hell. The trouble was, hell felt really good right now. In fact, hell felt perfect.

Gavin took her hard, holding nothing back. Right now, she was his to f**k and fill, arouse, plunder, and consume. She was his to hold and love.

God, he loved her.

“Hannah.” Her name was a benediction. He pulled on her hips, sealing them together, fusing their bodies until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. He thrust harder, deeper, faster, wanting more and more of her—everything, in fact. Heart, soul, future…everything he’d never wanted from any other woman. She made his heart nearly f**king burst.

Hannah nodded, gasped. “Gavin.”

Her voice sounded frantic. Her pu**y clenched down on him even tighter. He had to work to withdraw, then shoved his way back in ruthlessly.

“You ready to come, Hannah?”

“Gavin.” She grabbed at his short hair with desperate fingers, her green stare so wide and needy. She looked at him as if he had the power to destroy or fulfill her.

“Tell me, Hannah,” he demanded as his own orgasm roared closer. “Do you need to come?” She nodded frantically. “Gavin!”

Her mouth opened wide as she came and screamed his name. He could feel the muscles of her pu**y pulsing hard, milking his c**k until he couldn’t hold off a second longer. His balls drew up painfully. He thrust in to the hilt one last time, captured her cry of pleasure with his mouth, then orgasm slammed him. He poured everything he had into his Hannah, the feeling so good it had to be a sin.

In fact, it was a sin. Oh, God. He hadn’t worn a condom.

The voice he’d ignored had been trying to warn him. He’d f**ked Hannah, his brothers’

woman, without protecting her. He’d f**ked up again.

His stomach turned. His vision blurred.

Way to go, ruining another woman’s life. And your brothers will really love you for killing this one.

Self-loathing boiled in Gavin’s blood as he withdrew roughly. Muttering an ugly curse, he turned away. The jarring notes of the piano, followed by soft footfall, told Gavin that Hannah hopped off the piano.

“Gavin?” She touched his shoulder tentatively, softly. With concern.