49
After dinner, we retreat upstairs to our room. Zane is quiet, as am I. Once we’re alone, the door, closed and locked behind us, he’s on me. His lips find mine in a punishing kiss, it’s teeth and biting, and his fingers sink into my hair, tugging, needing me closer, needing to become one with me. I fist his T-shirt in my hands, feeling the same intense heat forming between our bodies. There are too many pieces of fabric between us.
We’re both panting, our chests rising and falling rapidly. I know he’s not done with me yet, not by a long shot. Pulling away, I stare deeply into a pair of brown eyes that are my world. I wish I knew what he was thinking.
Loving Zane is like watching your heart beat outside your body. It’s dangerous, consuming, and frightening. It’s knowing that at any moment, the one thing you hold dearest could be taken from you. I’ve endured so much; we’ve endured so much.
“I need you, Dove. Naked, on your back with your beautiful legs spread wide, showing me that pretty pussy.” Each word drips with desire and has my insides turning to mush while sending a zing of red-hot heat down my spine.
When it comes to sex, I’ll never tire of listening to him tell me what to do. It turns me on more to be ordered around, to be at his mercy. Following his orders, I tug off my clothes as fast as I can while also trying to look sexy as I do it. Which is harder than it looks.
As soon as I’m naked, I crawl onto the bed, arching my back to give him a view of my pink slit. A deep groan fills the room, and I smile, knowing how much he too wants this.
Rolling over, I lie down on my back against the mattress and let my legs fall apart, spreading them wide, just as he asked. Zane takes his time taking his clothes off, and I enjoy every minute of it. There’s something different about this moment, something special. I feel free as if there isn’t any weight or fear resting on my shoulders.
My thoughts take a nosedive and become lustful when Zane’s cock comes into view. I bite my lip, muffling a moan as I stare at the hard rod in all its glory. It’s thick with veins wrapped all around it. He strokes himself a couple of times, and I salivate at the pre-come that beads the tip.
“You want my cock?” Zane asks, crawling up onto the bed. Parting my lips, I go to answer him, but he leans into me and nips at my bottom lip, making me groan. “Is that a yes?” He smiles against my mouth, and I kind of want to punch him, but kind of want to kiss him.
“I don’t want it. I need it.” I emphasize the need because it really does feel like a need. My core is throbbing, pulsing with a heat that I know only Zane can satiate. I’m wet enough that he could fuck me right now, but the dark look in his eyes tells me I’m in for anything but a quick pounding. No, he’s going to savior me, drink me like a fine wine, devour me from the inside out. Pulling back, he stares down at me.
“It’s time for me to worship your body the way a queen’s body should be worshiped.”
I plan to ask him in what way he’s going to do that, but the words stick to the roof of my mouth when he drops to his stomach between my legs and grips me by the ass, bringing my pussy to his face. Hot breath fans against my center, and I push up onto my elbows, hungry for a view of this man feasting on me.
Which doesn’t last long when he starts licking my clit like it’s an ice cream cone. I slide my fingers through his hair, tugging at the soft strands, urging him forward. Each hard lick is a step toward an orgasm. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, and just when I’m sure he’s going to let me fall into the abyss, he pulls away and enters me with two fingers.
Clamping down on him, I lift my hips and bite my lip, holding back the whimper of pleasure that threatens to escape. Sweat beads against my forehead, strands of hair sticking to my face. My chest heaves and my nipples harden.
I need this. I need him.
“Don’t be shy… tell me how it feels… tell me what you need, baby,” Zane rasps against my folds, his own desire clear in his voice.
“You… I want you.” I gasp as he curves his fingers upward, almost as if he is dragging the orgasm right out of me.
“Fuck, Dove, come on my face. Let me taste you, squeeze my fingers…” He goes from licking to sucking my clit hard, and I explode, igniting into a raging inferno of pleasure. Tilting my head back into the pillows, I whimper beneath his touch, my thighs trembling, my heart racing.
My core clenches as if it has its own heartbeat, and my release gushes out and onto his face. I should be embarrassed at how fast I came apart, but I become melted chocolate in this man’s hands. Eyes wide open, I stare up at the ceiling.
I haven’t even come down from my high yet, and he’s withdrawing his fingers. Whimpering, I want to tell him to come back, to do it all over again, but he moves to the spot beside me, resting against the headboard.
“Come here. I want you to ride me,” Zane orders gruffly.
Slowly, I get my jellied body to move. As I sit up, I reach for the thick cock between his legs and lean forward, sucking the mushroom-shaped crown between my lips.
Instantly, Zane’s fingers sink into my hair, tugging at the strands harshly. Each tug sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Fucking, fuck…”
I look up at him, his cock in my mouth, and I see how vulnerable, how bare, he looks. This is Zane, the dark, psychotic criminal that would slaughter, destroy, and rip the world apart for me, and he is all mine. I’ll never give him up. Never.
Releasing his cock, I toss a leg over his hip and straddle him. My hands move to his shoulders to steady myself while his hands move to my hips, holding me in place. My slickness slides over his hard abs, and I lift myself, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance.
Our gazes collide and stay that way as I sink down on his length, impaling myself. I can feel him deep, so deep. Feel us becoming one single eternity.
The air sizzles as our bodies come together, and our breaths mingle as we both pause, relishing in the tremors of pleasure that wrack our bodies.
“I love you,” I say, sighing as I start to move up and down at a torturous pace.
“I love you more,” Zane groans, and his head tips back against the headboard. He watches me through hooded eyes, his fingers digging into my hips, not guiding, but anchoring me. I love the way he’s looking at me right now, like I’m his heaven, the moon, and the stars in the sky. Like I’m his everything.
“Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful…”
“Me either,” I say, letting out a gasp as his hips flex up and the head of his cock brushes against my g-spot. I’m full, so full. I can’t tell where he starts and where I end. Grinding against him, I move back and forth like a wave against the beach.
Releasing my hips, his hands roam my body, mapping out each inch of flesh, touching parts of my soul. We’re frenzied, gasoline and fire, lightning and thunder, and we’ll burn the world around us to the ground.
“I’m close,” I whimper, tipping my head back, placing my hands against his firm chest as I ride him. He lets me take from him until I shatter like glass into a million pieces, and then he rolls us, taking from me, fucking me like an animal in heat.
Each stroke is raw and steals my breath a little more than the last. By the time Zane comes, we’re both sticky with sweat, our breaths ragged, and our hearts thundering in our chests. Zane rolls off of me and pulls me into his side, our combined scents fill my nostrils while the warmth of his body seeps into mine.