Free Falcon’s Captive by Vonna Harper Page A

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    Unwanted warmth pressed against her throat. The sensation swept over her breasts to harden her nipples. Caught in the grip of an emotion beyond her control, she shifted her stance, but her attempt to plant her legs more securely under her only sent fresh warmth to her core. Her mouth sagged, and her lids became so heavy she could barely keep her eyes open.
    Sensuality danced around and through her, stroked her arms and caressed her legs. Her knees were on the brink of collapsing. Believing she was going to drown had been nothing compared to what swamped her right now. She ached to rub her body against her captor’s and with the act let him know how desperately she needed to fuck.
    Yes, that! The hunger she’d lived with since Raci’s death.
    When Nakos released her wrists, she tried to quiet the inner rage by telling herself that Raci’s death was responsible. Raci had shown her what it was to be a woman; he’d awakened her to a woman’s needs. With him gone, she wanted only one thing: a cock. Any man’s cock.
    Even her captor’s?
    “Don’t look at me like that,” he snapped.
    “Like—what?”
    Wrapping his arm around her waist, he again sealed their bodies together. “If you think you can buy your freedom with—”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” How could he think she was trying to seduce him when it was he who had the power to melt her.
    “The hell you don’t! That damnable body of yours—” He thrust his pelvis at her. “Is that what you’re after, is it!”
    His cock ground against her, a spear, promise, and threat all at once. Maybe his urgency prompted her to lean into him; maybe her own need drove her. Whatever the reason, she widened her stance and locked her knees. Instead of looking up at him and risking a reminder of the difference in their height, she fixed her attention on his chest. He’d questioned her nudity, but wasn’t he all but naked himself, the lack of clothing screaming at her?
    “Damn you,” he growled. Gripping her upper arms, he turned her so they faced each other square on. Then he forced her against him, his cock pressing against her belly. If she stood on her toes, maybe it would slide between her legs, but no, he was too tall for that and she too short, feeling frail and female for one of the few times in her life.
    Her eyes closed. Darkness slipped in around her edges to quiet her senses and free her to concentrate on the only thing that mattered. She no longer saw herself as this man’s captive. Rather, they’d become equals with their hearts racing and the fire she sensed in his belly licking out and blending with hers. Her mind spun and her legs trembled, prompting her to lift her arms and work them over his head. Rope pressed against the back of his neck.
    She had no intention of kissing him, wanted nothing to do with that kind of intimacy. At the same time, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering what touching her lips to his would be like, what he’d taste like.
    “You’re a devil,” he muttered. “A dark spirit.”
    “Not me. You.”
    When he didn’t respond, she pressed her cheek against his chest. The sun had baked his flesh there, and the warmth seeped into her. Heat met with heat. Spun together.
    Dizzy, she struggled to clear her head. Instead, it filled with the image of the slowly circling predator. She delighted in the joy and freedom that came with flight. What she didn’t comprehend, and barely acknowledged, was how an enemy warrior could fill her with the same excitement.
    “I hate what you’re doing to me.” Despite her words, she pressed her heavy breasts against his chest. “Let me go, damn it! Leave me.”
    “Let you go?” His laugh was harsh, nearly cruel. “You don’t want that, I know you don’t.”
    He gripped her buttocks and his fingers became her world. They pressed into her soft flesh, somewhere between painful and a sensation she refused to name. Even though she knew it was insane to do so, she