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She stared at me with wide eyes, the pleasure still on her face.
“Say. It.”
She nodded slowly. “I’m yours.”
There will be no other for me. Never.
I needed to be with her like I needed to breathe. This wasn’t just about fucking her. This was about claiming her, making her mine.
She was the only woman who’d ever meant anything to me, the only person I saw a future with.
Zoey meant more to me than anything else I’d ever had in my life, and I was going to show her that, prove that to her until it was irrefutable.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zoey
This is really happening, and I’m not even going to try to talk myself out of it.
I was on the bed, totally naked, my legs spread, and Wilder staring at me like he was barely hanging onto his control, like he was starving, and I was the last meal he’d ever get. He needed his clothes off. I needed to see exactly what he was packing between his thighs. I could imagine by how big he felt against me, but I wanted to see all that flesh.
And as I stared into his eyes, I knew he was controlling himself with a tight leash, because he clearly looked like he was about to snap.
I didn’t have to tell him I wanted him just as naked as I was, because in the next moment, Wilder was moving off the bed only long enough to take off his sweats and toss them aside. The fact that he wore no underwear beneath the material had my heart jumping into my throat and a fresh gush of wetness leaving my pussy.
And then all I could do was stare at him and all the male prowess he revealed.
Every hard ridge and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, the muted glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows over the hollows and dips of his male physique. Wilder was so very big, tall, and hard all over… the epitome of what I envisioned a healthy, strong male would look like.
I let my gaze travel over his tattoos, the ink on his upper chest and arms, the ones I’d seen on his back. They all so artfully decorated his golden flesh yet made him look even more dangerous.
I let my gaze travel even lower until I was staring at the very big, very male part of him that was hard and standing at attention because of me. He had a short, dark trail of hair that started right below his navel and went down to his dick, almost as if those trimmed strands accented just how massive he was between his legs.
And Lord almighty, Wilder was fucking huge.
My mouth dried, and my throat tightened.
I wasn’t some dick expert in the slightest, but he had the biggest one I could have ever imagined. I was embarrassed by the thought that crossed my mind that because he was so thick and long, he couldn’t possibly fit comfortably inside me. He’d tear me up, stretch me to the point I wouldn’t be able to take it. Hell, I don’t even know if I could fit all those inches into my body.
But I want to try.
“Look your fill, baby.”
I snapped my focus up to his face, knowing I should have felt embarrassed he caught me checking him out, but all I felt was dark lust.
“Because I sure as fuck have looked my fill of you ten times over.”
A shiver wracked through me.
Wilder looked like a man who was ready to devour me. His eyes were hooded in the way that told me he was deeply, severely aroused. He looked feral. And when he slid his hand down his ripping abdomen to grab his big cock, stroking it a few times, my skin tightened in awareness. “You want this?” He kept jerking himself off from root to tip, his movements slow and lazy.
All I could do was nod like some greedy, hungry woman who’d never been full before.
He took a half step toward me. “I’m not the best man, Zoey, and can’t pretend I’ll ever be anything more than I am, so I want you to be really fucking sure this is what you want.”
If he was trying to talk me out of it, he’d come to realize I was, indeed, that hungry woman who’d never had her fill. And he was the only man who could sate my appetite.
I rose up just slightly, held a hand out to him, and whispered, “Come here, Wilder.”
I swore I saw his muscles tighten from my gentle command, but after a second, he walked that remaining step toward me, covered my body with his much bigger, masculine one, and I let a breath of pleasure leave me at the weight of him on me.
He ran his tongue down the side of my neck, and I tipped my head over more so he had better access, loving the feel of him licking me. It was as if he were an animal and he marked my body. I felt the hardness of his huge cock press against the softest part of me, and my inner muscles clenched over and over again.
