Free Hot for His Hostage by Angel Payne

felt different, thanks to this man who’d seen her soul from the start…who focused on her
     like it was their last night on earth.
    She mewled as he skidded one of his hands down to her hip. Cried out as he used a
     belt loop on her jeans to pull her tighter against him. His other hand flattened against
     her throat, locking her head back. He ravaged her neck in another greedy bite. The
     whole time, his crotch pulsed against her backside. The ordeal had to be hell for
     him, but the simple knowledge of how she affected him…it was like taking a drink of
     the world’s best sangria. Sweet. Wild. Delicious. Addicting. Her limbs went limp,
     washed in the potency of it—but she didn’t fall fully into the mush puddle. She hadn’t
     paid for that privilege yet. And submissives always had to pay first. In some way.
    To her shock, Shane broke her reverie with a frustrated growl. “You’re going somewhere
     else again, baby girl. Someplace that’s not on my approved destinations list.”
    “I’m sorry. It’s—it’s so hard to fight it—”
    “Then why are you?” He slid his fingers over her eyelids to close them, then spread
     his fingers across her forehead. “Don’t fight it, tiny dancer. This is exactly what
     I want. Your surrender…from here first. Breathe. Then yield it to me.”
    Beneath his touch, her brow furrowed. “But don’t you want me to—”
    “Let it go.” The pads of his fingers pressed above her eyebrows. “That’s all I want
     from you right now.” The husky strength of his voice helped his effort, ushering pools
     of honey through her mind and body. The thick warmth slackened her limbs, luring her
     spirit to float away on its shiny bronze waves. “That’s it, beautiful. You’ve already
     been here, remember? You were ready to give it all then everything switched back on.
     Shut it all down again. I’ll light it back up.”
    “Promise?”
    “Oh, baby girl, I certainly do. You’ll be amazed at the places we’ll go together.”
    She still struggled to decipher his words but the man made it damn hard to connect
     to coherent thoughts together. He didn’t ease up on the sensual cavalcade, either.
     One of his hands stroked backed into her hair and started pulling with steady, commanding
     tension. His other hand strayed lower, playing in her navel for a moment before continuing
     lower.
    Zoe sighed as he unhitched the button on her jeans. Once more as he lowered the zipper.
     And as his hand slipped beneath her panties—
    “Ohhhhhh!”
    His fingers were nirvana.
    “Fuck.” His growl was a verbal version of his touch, slow and dark and seductive.
     “You’re perfect, Zoe. So fucking perfect.”
    A shaky sigh stirred the air. She vaguely recognized it as her own. Didn’t matter,
     anyway; not when she needed to focus on the long, warm digits that parted her flesh,
     waiting for him in engorged readiness. Though Shane didn’t say a word, his harsh breaths
     conveyed his own pleasure, swirling hers higher as he folded back the hood of her
     clit with an expert push.
    Don’t stop. Oh please don’t stop !
    God heard her prayer. He moved a second finger down, gliding it over her most sensitive
     nerves in a perfect little sweep. A mewl tore up her throat. Shane gave her an approving
     grunt as he continued his exploration deeper, his fingers reaching the edge of her
     most intimate entrance.
    “Ohhhhh!”
    Zoe’s whole body stiffened. Streaks of silver and gold appeared behind her eyes. Who
     the hell was she kidding? Her whole body was suddenly formed of the lightning, electric
     and alive, brilliant and dazzled.
    And terrified. 
    She pulled in a quivering breath. And never let it out.
    “Whoa, baby girl. Ssshhhh. Easy.” Shane rolled his hips, forcing her body into the
     same lazy ocean motion. “Let it out. Let it go. Trust me, Zoe. We’ll get there, I
     promise.”
    “Sooner than later,” she gasped back, “if you keep all of this up.”
    “I’m keeping a lot