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