Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 8

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 8

BELLE

Grayson’s arm tightened around me, then he slowly moved and pressed his l*ps to my ear.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered.

He brought my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly. It felt incredible, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

Oh G od. Oh Go d. Oh G od. Do not move, Belle. Do not make a sound. You’re sleeping, remember?

“Hmm… I know you’re awake, Belle.” He k*ssed my n*eck.

He’s lying. He doesn’t know that. How could he know that?

“We’re playing pretend, are we? Okay, let’s play.”

What? What the hell does he mean by that?

I wasn’t in the mood for games. Well, I didn’t want to be in the mood, but I also couldn’t deny the heat starting to build between my thighs…

I felt him move so that he was on top of me. I instinctively spread my legs just a little so he could put his b*dy between them.

Grayson chuckled.

Shi t, did he notice me do that? He did, didn’t he?

I tried to keep my b*dy limp and my breathing regular. No matter what Grayson does, no matter how much I like it, I’m asleep.

One of his hands grabbed onto my waist and then ran over my stomach. Then he slowly leaned down and brought his l*ps to mine.

This isn’t fair! His l*ps felt too good against mine–like fireworks. I wanted to scream, or k*ss

back, but I couldn’t. I was trying to prove a point. I would not make out with my kidnapper!

IMITED

No matter how much I want to.

Don’t move, Belle.

But as he continued to press his soft l*ps into mine, I couldn’t help but open my mouth just the tiniest bit, inviting him inside. I felt his deep rumble of laughter. Even with my eyes closed, I knew that he was smirking. S hit. F uck. Shi tting, f ucking hell.

I kept my eyes closed. What is wrong with me?.

Why can’t I control myself?

He leaned down and whispered against my ear: “I like this game.”

He k*ssed along my jaw and gripped my waist harder, bringing his hand up so that his thumb was brushing underneath my breast. I squirmed a bit.

“Just open your eyes, Belle.”

I didn’t move.

“No?” he asked.

I didn’t respond. Maybe he’ll give up?

Oh, please just give up. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I was two seconds away from shoving my tongue down his throat.

“Okay. Have it your way.”

He began trailing open–mouthed k*sses along my jaw again.

Sh it. So he isn’t giving up.

His l*ps continued moving down my n*eck as his hands massaged my waist through my T–shirt. For a second, I wished I wasn’t wearing one. And then Grayson found the spot where he had bitten me. I gasped and my back arched so that my chest was touching his.

G od, that spot was like a second G–spot.

I moaned but still kept my eyes closed.

“Uh–huh. That’s what I thought,” he said. He licked up the side of my n*eck, and I squirmed. He moved back a bit.

G’re still not going to open our eyes?”

I was just being stubborn. We both knew I was awake. But I would not let him win this battle. I would not lose.

I would not open my eyes.

Ishook my head.

He chuckled. “Huh, my mate is stubborn.” He pressed one of his knees up against my cro tch. I could feel his breath on my face.

“That’s fine with me,” he whispered.

His mouth latched on to my n*eck once more, and I moaned again. He k*ssed down to my collarbone and then ran his nose up and down between my breasts.

I arched my back again, breathless.

He lifted my shirt a bit and k*ssed around my belly button.