I try to suck in a breath, but my chest is too tight, panic holding it prisoner like a hundred-pound weight. I feel like I’m suffocating, gasping for oxygen. My mind races at the things he’s going to do to me, the savage way he’s going to claim me over and over again.
“Shhh.” I feel the warmth of his hand against my cold cheek. He cups it gently, swiping at the tears that still linger there. It’s like he knows I need this. I know I shouldn’t, that I should hate him, tell him to release me, but instead of doing those things, I seek comfort in his touch, nuzzling my face into his palm, needing it. Needing him.
“I never want to hurt you, Dove. But dammit… the way you act, it makes me want to break you down just so I can build you up again. To prove to you that you need me. But I’m not sure I could come back from that. I can’t see my Dove broken in her cage. I want her to sing and fly, but I’m tired of her trying to escape.”
“I can’t accept this…” I whimper.
“You have to, and after today, you won’t be able to fly away from me, Dove. I’m going to shackle you to me. Make you mine forever. Do you understand?”
“Zane, please…” I whimper, my breathing slowly returning to a normal pace. When I finally force my eyes open, I find Zane hovering above me. There’s a softness in his eyes. I want to reach out and grab it, wrap myself up in it.
He’s watching me cautiously, tenderly almost, penetrating my soul with his gaze. Before, when I looked at him, there was nothing. An empty pit of nothingness. Now, there is light in his eyes, pieces of his shine through and down at me.
A rough hand skims down the side of my body, gently stroking the tense flesh. It feels like he’s taking the fear he gave me and replacing it with something else, something deeper. Leaning forward, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my breast, his tongue sliding over the flesh makes me shiver. Every hair on my body awakens at his touch. Reaching my nipple, he takes it into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue.
A spark of pleasure ignites in my belly, and I have to stop myself from arching into his mouth. He sucks deeply, tugging on the hard bud before releasing it with a pop. He works the other one over in the same fashion, and I feel my arousal for him dripping down my thighs. I’m drenched, my core clenching, silently begging him to take me.
I want him. Even though I shouldn’t. Even though it’s wrong. I still want him, and I can’t deny that. I can’t lie about the strange connection we have. Nothing about Zane is normal, and after all the things he’s told me, I know I should be fighting him, but I’m tired of pushing him away. I want this... need it.
“I want you, Dove, and I’m going to have you. I’m going to take what’s mine, own you, seal our bodies together as one. You were meant to be mine, and it’s time I claim you. Time, I make you mine so no one else can.”
Every muscle in my body tenses, and I think he’s going to spread me wide and plunge deep inside, but he shocks me when he moves back and peers down between my legs. Dropping down to his belly, he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me to his face. He inhales deeply, and my cheeks burn. He isn’t doing what I think he is, is he?
I tug against the cuffs and try to look down at him, but in this position, I’m at his mercy. Just like he wants, needs. Dove trapped in her golden cage.
“You smell divine, perfect, and I can’t wait to fucking taste you. I’ve envisioned this moment for years. Tongue fucking you. Tasting your release as you explode into my mouth.” His lips trail the inside of my thigh. My muscles jump underneath the scrape of his tongue. Every touch is heightened. Hot breath fans against my entrance, and I’m not sure if I should beg him to stop or keep going. Zane doesn’t give me a chance to dwell on the thought long before making the choice for me.
His lips close around the bundle of nerves hidden between my folds, and the pleasure that sparks is so intense I lift my hips and gasp his name at the same time. Strong fingers dig into my thighs as he spreads me wider, his hulking frame fitting between them as if he was always made to be there. He feasts on me without care, driven by primal need. His mouth is relentless, and all I feel is him owning me, worshipping me.
I grow wetter and wetter as he sucks, and when his tongue flicks over the bud, I explode. He rips the orgasm right out of me. I’m almost ashamed at how fast I fall apart, but my brain is too drunk on lust to think about that for long. Not when my entire body feels like it’s gone to heaven. My toes curl into the mattress, and I lift my hips arching into his face.
Zane presses a kiss to my mound, and then I feel a finger at my entrance. I’ve barely come down from my high when he slowly slides into me and starts fucking me with that single digit. All I can do is focus on the pleasure he gives me, and when my body starts to coil tight, gearing up for a second release, he adds another finger, stretching me.
I’m consumed by him, and when I look up, our eyes connect. “Come for me, fall apart so I can fuck you the way you should be fucked. Like only I can.”
The intensity in his eyes, the love and want that pours out of him. He’s obsessed, but his feelings are deeper than that, and I feel that now. Feel his attraction. It’s like sticking your finger into a light socket.
Scissoring the two fingers inside of me, he touches that sweet spot at the back of my channel that he touched before and I come undone. Split down the middle. My muscles tense, and like a rubber band, my body snaps. Pleasure pools in my core, and I clench down on his fingers, my channel gripping him like it never wants to let go.
“Tell me you want me… that you want my cock,” Zane says as he eases his fingers out of me. My gaze flicks down to his massive cock. Come beads the tip as it bobs in the space between us. Can I do this? Take him? I’m afraid… but also spellbound with need.
I want him, need him.
“Yes, take me…”
The words have barely left my lips, and he’s on me, centering himself between my legs. Hovering above me, his entire body vibrates. He’s so big and warm, and I feel safe. I feel safe in my captor’s arms. Snaking a hand between our bodies, he guides the crown of his cock to my entrance, and I tense. I look up at him and find him watching me.
“There is no way around this. It’s going to hurt, but I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he whispers hoarsely, and relief floods my veins.
He won’t hurt me. He won’t just take.
I try and relax as the head of his cock enters me, but I can’t. It feels like he’s taking everything from me. Pain. Pleasure. Love. Hate. My lungs tighten, and my thoughts become dizzy. It’s like he’s ripping me in two.
“Breathe, baby, breathe for me.” Zane sounds as pained as I feel, and I realize I’m not breathing then. Sucking in a shaky breath, I half expect him to just plow into me at that moment, but he doesn’t. He takes his time, savoring every inch he gains. Pain ripples through me, overtaking the pleasure.
I feel full, so full, and when he reaches the resistance of my virginity, he smiles. He actually smiles as he thrusts forward and claims it. Like a prize that can never be returned or given to another, he makes certain I will always remember him. Remember this moment. No matter what happens, I will always know who my first was.
Peppering my face with kisses, he thrust a little deeper, and I whimper when his balls press against my ass. He’s all the way in… he’s inside of me. His muscles strain, and a bead of sweat slides down the side of his face.