“Yes.”
He releases my wrists, his focus solely on his cock as it enters my body, inch by gloriously thick inch.
“Oh god,” I moan as the ache of him stretching me gets lost in the pleasure. “So good, Ziv.”
Our hips are unable to meet due to his enormous size, but he makes it more than halfway, and gold stars dance behind my eyelids at the feel of being so completely stuffed by him. Then he settles over me, his bulk pushing me deeper into the mattress.
“I need to move,” he says, and I can hear the strain in his voice. Poor thing is holding himself back so much to avoid hurting me. “May I?”
“Move,” I assure him. “It’s okay.” I’m not worried about being left unsatisfied when I know he’s going to spray his oonya all over my body, and I’m going to come over and over until I can no longer breathe.
Soon his thrusts become steady and deep and the slap of our bodies fills the room. I grip his shoulders, trying to hold on as he fucks into me, his body quaking as the bed-frame slams against the wall.
I take this opportunity to be greedy with my gaze as I watch him start to lose control. A thin layer of sweat coats his wide chest, the corded muscles in his arms becoming more prominent. His face is made up of sharp angles but it’s somehow so soft when he’s looking only at me.
“I’m close,” he whispers, the veins along his thick neck popping out. “Ficq, June. I can’t hold back anymore.”
His eyes fall closed as he pulls out and unloads his oonya across my lower belly and pussy. The tingles hit me like a truck and I’m swallowed by such intense pleasure I lose sense of myself, of Ziv, of the bed beneath me, and I leap into the abyss, hoping never to return.
I hear him whispering things in my ear. I don’t catch all of it, but I note the “so beautiful,” and “take my cock so well,” and it’s enough to keep the satisfied grin plastered to my face until I fall asleep.
Zivren rouses me in the middle of the night with his lips wrapped tightly around my nipple. He kisses every inch of my skin, telling me how long he’s wanted to do this and how unforgettable my skin tastes. I end up on all fours with him fucking me from behind as he rubs his oonya over my clit in small circles.
“Yes, June,” he growls against the shell of my ear before biting into it. “Come apart for me.”
A light pinch to my clit has me following his command, and I collapse onto my stomach, dizzy and panting as he turns me over and makes me come again and again, with his oonya drenching my pussy.
I wake up later with my bladder quivering to be emptied, my thighs and inner walls sore from earlier, and I notice it’s still dark out. Zivren must wake up when I close the door to the bathroom, because once I’ve washed my hands, I find him waiting on the other side, a sleepy smile lighting up his face. I pull the bottom hem of his T-shirt toward me, and his body follows until we’re pressed against each other. His front arms come around my waist, lovingly squeezing my rolls. Is this guy really mine to fuck? Miles of muscle and veins and delicious skinand even more delicious come that makes me feel like I’ve taken a combination of hard drugs.
Mm.
My pussy clenches around nothing, and I briefly consider pulling him into the bathroom for another round.
But first I ask him the question I wish I’d been asked in college after my boyfriend punched my v-card. “How are you feeling?”
He seems surprised by my question.
“I mean, it was your first time, and I know for some people, it’s a big deal. So I wanted to check.”
He brushes a hair off my cheek and cradles my face in his hand. I lean into it, closing my eyes and half expecting a purr to rumble out of my throat. He kisses my forehead then rubs his nose against mine. “It was a big deal,” he whispers, his breath sweet and warm as it drifts over my cheeks. “The best night of my life.”
My heart swells. I push up on tip toes and kiss him. Just a quick but tender smack to his lips. “Mine too.” If he were to read my mind, he’d find no lies. The sex I’ve had before him has been fine. Sometimes even good. But nothing like this. Sex with Zivren is light years beyond what I expected it to feel like. And I can’t wait to do it again.
Chapter 13
ZIVREN
June is thrashing against the grip of the orange idiots. Tears stain her cheeks as she spits in the left one’s face, hurling insults at them and Lord Forchan.
How did this happen? Why are they back? Why have they come to take her away?
I have no answers to these questions, and that fills me with anger. The anger is subdued; however, by the acrid taste of fear. I’m drowning in it.
“This can’t be!” I protest, trying to reach her. “Release my mate!”
Lord Forchan laughs, the sound brittle and scratchy to my ears. “She is getting what she deserves. A life ended for a life taken.” He leans toward June and pinches her cheek. “I’m going to enjoy watching you die.”
I wake up with a gasp, my chest heaving at the nightmare. It felt so real. I hold my head in my hands as I wait for my breathing to return to its steady rhythm. I half expect June to put her hand on my arm and ask me what’s wrong, and when that doesn’t happen, I turn toward her side of the bed, findingit empty. The linens are cold to the touch, and my pulse speeds back up.
