The need in her voice is too much for me. I can feel her gripping me, her tight cunt getting ready to pulse around me. I’ve been fucking her for ten minutes now, beads of sweat drip down my body, my grip on her hips is bruising, the force of my thrusts harsh, but I can’t seem to get enough of her. I can’t seem to get her to feel all of my pain. Withholding her orgasm is killing me as badly as it’s killing her.
“Please, Zane, please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” She starts to sob, like actual crying, and it’s the last shred. I can’t take hurting either of us anymore. Slamming hard into her one last time, I grind my hips against her ass, feeling everything as she explodes all around me. We both come together, my hot come fills her channel, and I can feel it dripping down my cock and onto my balls.
Fuck, I’ve never come so much or so hard before.
Gently, I pull out of Dove and collapse onto the mattress beside her. I tug her into my side and stroke her sweaty face with my hand. It takes me forever to catch my breath, but when I do, I roll, so we are facing each other.
“Was I too rough?” I ask a tinge of guilt in my voice.
“No. I’ll be sore, but you taught your lesson.” The little smile she gives me is enough to make the guilt disappear.
“I love you, Dove. I love you so fucking much, and no one is going to come between us again. I’ll kill anyone who tries, anyone who even thinks about it. You’re mine, and I am yours. Say it,” I urge, needing to hear her say the words.
“I am yours,” she whispers, and I’ve never heard truer words in my life.
47
I feel the way Zane fucked me in every step I take, and I’m pretty sure that was his intention. I took away his power when I forced him to leave, and I needed to show him that I placed that control back into his hands. I know he needed this as much as I needed it myself.
The way he used me was terrifying. Like I was nothing to him, but at the same time, invigorating because, in the end, I held all the power. If I told him to stop, he would have. I could feel his anger slipping away, the pain crumbling little by little.
After lying in bed for a few minutes, we get into the shower together, where Zane takes his time helping me wash my hair and body. His hands are gentle as he moves the washcloth over my skin and down between my legs. I gasp at the contact; my folds still sensitive.
Zane’s expression fills with concern. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m sure. I’m just really sensitive.” I give him a sincere smile, and we finish together in the shower without any more worrying questions. As soon as we’re done, Zane gets out, grabs a towel, and wraps it around me. It’s fluffy and smells clean and fresh.
Slinging a towel around his own waist, we walk back into the bedroom together. I sit on the edge of the bed while Zane walks over to the dresser and starts rifling through it. I can’t help but stare as his well-defined muscles clench and flex as he moves.
Those perfectly sculpted abs and the bulge of his biceps cause a heat to coil low in my belly. I shouldn’t be staring. I really shouldn’t, but…
“Xander’s wife gave me some clothes for you to wear if you want to come and look through the drawers,” Zane says, his voice interrupting my thoughts. My cheeks heat, and I can’t imagine how I look right now.
“Oh, okay, yeah…” I mumble and walk over to the dresser. I find some clothes and pull them on, feeling a little less exposed now that I’m dressed. Drying my hair with the towel, Zane watches me curiously.
“You know what happens next, right?” he asks, as I drop the towel to the floor.
“Yes, now that Christian is dead, Matteo is next.”
“Are you okay with that?”
My brow furrows. “Why wouldn’t I be? I told you, I don’t care about him, Zane. I was only playing along to protect you. He told me he’d kill you if I didn’t make you disappear, and so I decided I’d rather have you angry with me than never have a chance to