He hums in satisfaction, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure rippling through me. His tongue fucks into me, deep and possessive, before he pulls back just enough to press teasing kisses against my swollen folds.
I’m trying to tame the pleasure that’s threatening to explode any moment now.
"You're close, aren't you, Dolcezza?" he murmurs against me, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel you trembling, taste how much you need this."
My only answer is a desperate moan, my body tightening like a bowstring.
He doesn’t relent. If anything, he doubles down, his tongue moving in precise, devastating strokes that have my thighs quaking.
The pressure coils low in my belly, pleasure building in relentless waves, until?—
I shatter.
My release rips through me, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain as I come against his mouth, my cries swallowed by the crashing waves below. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, licking and sucking me through the aftershocks until I’m shaking, boneless against the ledge.
I barely have a moment to recover before his fingers replace his mouth, one thick digit sliding inside me, stretching me, filling me as his thumb circles my clit.
I jolt, my body still sensitive, but the way he coaxes me higher has me spiraling toward a second peak before I can catch my breath.
"That's it," he praises, his voice a dark melody in the morning air. "Give me another, sweet girl. I know you can."
His fingers work me open, curling inside me, finding that spot that has me gasping, legs shaking as pressure builds impossibly fast. My hands grip the stone ledge, my body arching into his touch as pleasure crashes over me again.
This time, when I come, I break.
My release bursts from me, liquid pleasure spilling over his hand, coating his fingers, making me cry out as my body convulses around him.
Zander groans, his free hand gripping my hip as he watches me unravel for him.
"Fuck, Eva" he breathes, licking his lips as he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan of satisfaction. "You’re so fucking perfect when you let go for me."
My body is still trembling, still pulsing with the aftermath, when he stands and gathers me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, my arms draping around his neck as he kisses me, deep and possessive, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
"Inside," he mutters against my lips, already guiding me toward the bed. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."
The next thing I know, I'm sinking into the cool, silken sheets, watching as he shoves his boxers down, his thick length springing free. He smirks as he catches my gaze, licking his lips as he takes in my bare body, my flushed skin, my still-trembling thighs.
"You ready for me, Sweet Dynamite?" His voice is pure sin as he strokes himself, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because I'm about to fuck you so good, you'll still feel me tomorrow."
And God help me, I want it.
Need him in all his sinister glory.
But first, I want to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me completely, until there’s nothing left but us and the fire we ignite.
I part my legs in invitation, my voice a breathy whisper as I meet his gaze.
"Then stop talking and take what's yours."
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest.
"Oh, sweet girl, with pleasure."
4
WE’D LET THE WORLD BURN FOR YOU
~ZANDER~
