Captive

by A. D. Robertson

  She was so hot and tight, and so goddamn wet, it made Tristan’s cock ache and his ball sac grow heavy, insisting on relief soon.

  Fucking hell. Hold it together.

  It wasn’t like Tristan to feel like he might lose control. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Sarah. The need to claim her, to ride her until he’d taken his pleasure, was wild within him. But he was determined not to rush her. Since Sarah was a virgin, he couldn’t avoid causing her pain in this, their first time together. Tristan could, however, ensure that she experienced pleasure as well.

  Tristan felt Sarah’s body tighten around his fingers. Her breath came in shallow pulls and her skin was hot. He increased the pressure of his mouth on her clit and sped up the thrusts of his fingers. Sarah was rocking into his mouth and fingers, matching the rhythm. She arched up and cried out at the same moment that hot, liquid silk rushed over Tristan’s fingers and her sex pulsed its climax.

  Kissing his way up her body, Tristan let his hips settle between Sarah’s thighs. The head of his cock slid against the heat of her wet cleft and Tristan gritted his teeth against the overwhelming urge to thrust into her.

  Sarah was breathing hard.

  “Tristan.” She reached up to hold his face in her hands. “Oh my God.”

  He bent and kissed her mouth, letting his weight press her into the mattress. He felt the swell of her breasts, soft and heavy against his chest and he rocked his hips forward, letting his cock nudge into her slick opening.

  Sarah kissed him harder, lifting her hips to meet him, and he pushed farther, sliding inside her until he felt resistance. Sarah felt it too and tensed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

  “Tristan?” she whispered.

  Tristan pulled back from their kiss, looking down at her. Her eyes had widened slightly and they were searching his for reassurance.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. Propping himself up with one arm, Tristan cupped her breast with his other hand, teasing her nipple with his fingertips.

  “Yes.” Sarah arched up into his hand. “I want you. Please. I want you inside me.”

  Tristan bent to kiss her again. Sarah’s arms slid around his neck and Tristan pushed into her, hard and deep. He felt Sarah’s breath catch with pain. He continued to kiss her, easing her into the slow rhythm of his thrusts as her body stretched to accommodate him.

  When he felt Sarah’s hands slide down his back to grasp his hips and her legs wrapped around him, Tristan let himself stroke deeper and faster. She was tightening around him and he knew Sarah was close to another orgasm. She moved with him, lifting her hips to let him thrust deeper still.

  Sarah’s fingers dug into his hips and she cried out. Her body shuddered and her sex pulsed around his cock. As Sarah came, Tristan finally let himself ride her as hard as he wanted to. He reached beneath her, lifting her hips so he could bury himself deep within her over and over. Then he was coming, his seed spurting inside her and an accompanying tide of pleasure washing through his body.

  Tristan groaned as he spent himself. Sarah clung to him, holding his body close as she felt him climax. He rolled to the side, pulling Sarah into the curve of his body.

  He stroked her hair and kissed her shoulder. Sarah tangled her arms with his.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she murmured.

  Tristan laughed quietly. “You don’t have to say anything.”

  “But I—” Sarah hesitated.

  Tristan tightened his arms around her.

  “I want you to know,” Sarah whispered. “I didn’t know what it would be like.”

  Smiling into her hair, Tristan asked, “What was it like?”

  “Beautiful,” Sarah replied, tucking her chin into her chest as if embarrassed.

  Tristan ran his hand down the length of her body. “For me, too.”

  Sarah rolled over so she was face-to-face with him. When he met her eyes, looked at her face, the flare of emotion was so sudden and intense, Tristan felt like he’d been socked in the gut.

  Damn.

  He’d been worried about control when he was fucking her, but Tristan saw now that where he’d really lost control was in another arena entirely.

  Noticing the changed expression on Tristan’s face, Sarah frowned. “Is something wrong?”

  “No,” Tristan said quickly. He brushed his lips across her forehead.

  She watched him for a moment, then said, “Things have gotten very complicated, haven’t they?”

  Tristan swallowed hard and laced his fingers with Sarah’s. “Yes. I think they have.”

  21

  FOR A LONG time Tristan and Sarah lay together, each watching the other. Neither speaking. Then Tristan unlaced his fingers from Sarah��s and stroked her cheek. Cupping her face, he kissed her, tenderly at first, but then parted her lips with his and tasted her mouth and tongue.

  Sarah’s body warmed, her muscles becoming pliant as Tristan’s hands followed the curve of her waist and hip. His fingers slid over her ass and her body arched toward him. Gripping her hips, Tristan held Sarah slightly apart.

  “Are you sore?”

  Sarah frowned, then blushed when she understood his meaning. She shifted her weight, considering the question. “Maybe a little, but not enough to . . . I mean, I want to . . . if you—”

  She blushed again, feeling both shy and ridiculous. What am I, sixteen?

  Tristan kissed Sarah’s forehead and her cheek. Now that he was closer, Sarah felt his stiff cock press into her thigh.

  “Oh.” She glanced down at his erection.

  “As you’ve noticed,” Tristan said, smiling at her, “I want to.”

  Returning his smile, Sarah said, “This time, there’s something I want to do.”

  “Whatever you like.” Tristan bent to kiss her, but when he started to push her down, Sarah resisted, rolling him onto his back.

  “You said, whatever I like,” Sarah said, leaning over him. “I like this.”

  She pressed her lips to his collarbone. His chest. Her tongue circled his nipple and then flicked lightly along his abdomen. She smiled when Tristan’s body tensed with anticipation.

  “Sarah.” His hips rocked up slightly and the tip of his cock brushed her chin.

  Turning her face, Sarah let her lips brush against the head of his rigid length. He shifted his weight and groaned as she traced the outline of his erection with whispered kisses. With each touch of her lips, Sarah felt him harden more. His cock twitched up, seeking the heat of her mouth and the grip of her hands.

  Sarah ran her tongue along Tristan’s full length and then took him into her mouth.

  “Oh my God.” Tristan’s thighs flexed under Sarah. She tasted salt and spice at the tip of his cock.

  Taking a firm grip at the root of his erection, Sarah stroked him while her mouth and tongue matched the pace of her hand.

  Tristan began to thrust into her mouth. He swelled against her lips. Suddenly he grasped Sarah’s upper arms and pulled her away from his cock and onto his chest.

  “If you keep going I’ll come in your mouth,” he said.

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” Sarah smiled down at him.

  “Not at all,” said Tristan with a smile of his own. “But I’m not ready for this to be over yet.”

  Cupping the nape of Sarah’s neck, Tristan drew her down into a kiss. His other hand slid between their bodies. Pressing his palm against the shape of her sex, Tristan let his fingers begin to delve between her folds.

  Sarah made a small sound against Tristan’s mouth and moved against his hand.

  Tristan broke their kiss. “You’re already so wet.”

  “Yes.” Sarah kissed him again, a little surprised herself that going down on Tristan had made her so ready for him. Then again, having his
cock in her mouth was something Sarah had fantasized about. So was what she wanted to do next.

  Sarah grasped Tristan’s wrist and pulled his hand away from her. Straddling him, she lowered herself until she felt the head of his cock pushing into her slick opening. Her body was electric with the power she felt as he watched her. She reached for Tristan’s hands and curved them over her breasts. Sarah closed her eyes as he cupped them and felt their weight.

  Slowly, she lowered herself onto Tristan’s cock. Her eyes opened wider, as the feeling of him so deep inside her was almost startling. Tristan made a low sound and propped himself up on one elbow. His other arm wrapped around her, pulling her close so he could draw her breast into his mouth.

  Sarah tangled her fingers in Tristan’s hair. Her other hand gripped his shoulder as she lifted her hips and began to ride him. His teeth grazed Sarah’s nipple and she gasped, driving her hips down hard. Tristan continued to suckle her breasts and she moved, stroking up and down his cock with more urgency.

  Heat and friction built an extraordinary pressure deep within Sarah. She let her head drop back, her silken hair touching the bare skin of her shoulders. No longer fully controlling the rise and fall of her hips, Sarah let her body take over. The base of Tristan’s cock rubbed her clit, while inside her the head of his erection stroked hidden sites of intense pleasure.

  Crying out as she came, hard and sudden, Sarah’s fingers dug into Tristan’s shoulders. She felt her sex rippling around him, clasping his cock with pulse after pulse of overwhelming sensation.

  She was still dizzy from her climax when Tristan’s mouth covered hers and, still inside her, he rolled Sarah onto her back. She gasped, ready to protest. Even his slow strokes felt like too much for her to take. But Tristan’s lips and tongue coaxed her into the new rhythm. Soon she felt her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as that now-familiar tension stirred in her core. Tristan began to move faster and Sarah slid her hands over his back to cup his ass, loving the way his muscles flexed under her touch with each stroke.

  Sarah could feel that Tristan was holding back, keeping himself in check for fear of hurting her. But she wanted him to let go. To feel the wonderful abandon she’d experienced when he’d turned control over to her fully.

  “I want you to take me,” she murmured into his neck. “Take me now. As hard as you want.”

  Tristan’s body tensed and he kissed her temple. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  He reached beneath Sarah, tilting her hips up, and thrust. Sarah bucked against him, crying out from the sheer pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of her. Tristan braced her hips against him and stroked in and out of her. Sarah ran her hands up his arms, reveling in his taut muscles, in his sheer male power. The tension building in her clit crested and washed over her. Sarah gasped and let the tide of pleasure carry her.

  Tristan’s cock grew even harder inside her as he thrust again and again. With a groan of pleasure he came and Sarah felt his cock pumping Tristan’s seed deep inside her.

  After pushing the damp hair from Sarah’s forehead, Tristan bent to kiss her. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, drawing Sarah against him. Tucked against Tristan’s body, Sarah found herself adrift in unexpected emotions.

  How can I be so comfortable here? Feel so safe?

  She tried to remind herself that Tristan was still her enemy. That all of this was a bizarre twist in the plans she’d laid. But lying to herself was no longer viable. Tristan had become something wholly unanticipated. She was in the arms of a man she trusted. And whom, though the very notion still struck her as impossible, she’d begun to love.

  22

  SARAH SLEPT WITH her head resting against Tristan’s chest. Tristan had woken some time ago, but he hadn’t wanted to disturb Sarah. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath a warm caress on his skin. She’d wrapped one arm around him, and though she slept, her embrace remained strong, as though she needed him to stay close.

  The sheets had slipped down in the night, baring one of Sarah’s breasts for Tristan’s admiration. He’d been resisting the temptation to trace the curve of her skin and tease her nipple until it hardened under his fingertips. Now that the full light of day spilled through the room, Tristan decided to indulge his urge.

  He stroked Sarah’s shoulder and collarbone, slowly moving his hand down and then cupping her breast. Tristan smiled when Sarah gave a sigh of pleasure and arched her back so the fullness of her breast filled his hand. Squeezing the soft flesh, Tristan circled her nipple with his thumb until it became erect. Sarah stirred but didn’t wake.

  Carefully lifting Sarah, Tristan bent his head and took the peak of her breast into his mouth.

  “Tristan.”

  He looked up. Her eyes were open, her cheeks flushed. Sarah’s hands cradled his head, her fingers tangled in his hair. Tristan teased Sarah’s nipple with his tongue. Her breath came faster.

  Still suckling Sarah’s breast, Tristan reached beneath the sheets and pushed her thighs apart.

  “Yes,” Sarah breathed as Tristan began to massage her clit. Her hips rocked against his hand, encouraging him to increase the pressure of his touch.

  Tristan rubbed the hot, sensitive nub, using the rhythm of Sarah’s movement to gauge the speed of his strokes. She was panting now, her body writhing against his touch. Her hands moved from Tristan’s head to grip his shoulders. Sarah’s nails dug into his skin as she cried out, her hips thrusting forward and slick heat spilling onto his fingers.

  Sarah was still trembling from her climax when Tristan gently pushed her onto her back and pushed his stiff cock inside her. His head dropped forward as he fought to control himself. Her sex was still rippling from her orgasm, pulsing around Tristan’s cock.

  Gritting his teeth, Tristan forced himself into a slow, steady rhythm, wanting to bring Sarah back to the brink before he came. Sarah reached up to wrap her arms around Tristan’s neck. She pulled him down into a kiss, tasting him as her hips arched up to match his thrusts. Their kiss deepened as he stroked deeper and harder inside her. When Tristan felt Sarah’s sharp pull of breath as her sex tightened around him, he let himself give in and fuck her the way he needed to. He rode her faster, thrusting to the hilt. Sarah broke from their kiss and shouted Tristan’s name as another orgasm overtook her. Tristan groaned and bit her shoulder as he came, stroking deep until he was fully spent.

  Tristan rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at Sarah. He cupped her jaw, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

  “Good morning.” Sarah smiled, reaching up to touch his face. “It is morning, isn’t it? Or am I just having a really great dream?”

  Tristan kissed her forehead. “It’s morning. Unless we’re dreaming the same dream.”

  “That would be quite the trick.” Sarah stretched beneath Tristan and he felt a wave of happiness as he witnessed her contentment.

  “What would you like to do today?” he asked her.

  “You mean you don’t have a challenge ready for me?” Her tone was light, but the question made Tristan uneasy.

  “I think perhaps we’ve moved past challenges,” he said.

  Sarah looked at him, silently running her hand over his neck and shoulder, down his arm.

  “Yes,” she said quietly. “But I’m not sure what that means.”

  Tristan nodded, his gut clenching as their easy mood ebbed away. “Would you like to take a walk outside the castle grounds? It looks like the weather will hold today.”

  “A walk would be nice,” Sarah said, though her body had tensed much like Tristan’s had. “Maybe a bath first.”

  Unwilling to lose all of the happiness they’d been enjoying until now, Tristan said, “Would you mind company?”

  “In the bath?” Sarah’s mouth twitched into a smile. “That has
potential.”

  “I thought so too.”

  Her smile became a frown. “But . . . won’t we be seen?”

  “Sarah, if you were hoping to keep our tryst a secret, you picked the wrong place and the wrong lover,” Tristan said. “My movements are always tracked.”

  “I know,” Sarah said, shifting beneath him uneasily. “But don’t you find that a bit uncomfortable?”

  “Of course,” he replied. “But I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

  “And why is that?” Sarah asked.

  Tristan hesitated, taken aback by how much he wanted to tell her. Everything. But how much of a risk would that pose? Despite his feelings for this woman, Sarah was still a Searcher, and still a threat. Wasn’t she?

  Opting to dodge the question, Tristan said, “That’s a conversation better suited for our walk.”

  “All right.” Sarah gave him a skeptical look that quickly became mischievous. “But first the bath?”

  “First the bath.” Tristan bent to kiss her.

  Smiling, Sarah rolled from the bed and Tristan enjoyed his view of her walking naked across the room to the alcove. When she reemerged, Sarah had donned a silk robe.

  Tristan left the bed and pulled on his trousers. “If you don’t mind stopping by my room, I’d much rather wear a robe to the baths than the bottom half of my suit.”

  “Is your robe rose silk, too?” Sarah grinned at him. “I’m sure you’re stunning in it.”

  Laughing, Tristan took her hand and they left Sarah’s room behind, crossing the hall to Tristan’s door.

  Tristan pulled Sarah into his room, and close to him. He kissed her neck and earlobe.

  “You know, we could stay here for a bit before we go to the baths.”

  But Sarah had gone stiff in his arms. She was staring at his bed. Tristan turned and his blood went cold. His bed wasn’t empty.

  “There you are.” Lana sat up, not bothering to cover her bare breasts when the sheet dropped away.

  Tristan froze. “What are you doing here?”