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“Do you want to taste me?”

I nodded, probably far too eagerly. Jason would say I have no game.

“Do I get to taste you?”

I groaned. “Please.”

Zane caught my chin between his fingers. Something fierce flashed in his eyes before he crashed his lips against mine. He cupped the back of my head and used his weight to push me back onto his bed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close as I scooted further back onto the bed. Zane followed, his necklace dangling. He pressed his groin into mine, and, god, he was already hard.

I rocked my hips into his, pulling a delicious groan from deep in his chest. Zane fused his lips to mine. They were so soft, so demanding. When he slid his hands under my shirt, I arched into his touch.

We’d barely done anything, and this was already the best sex of my life.

I needed to feel him, skin to skin, so I lifted my arms. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my hoodie and T-shirt off. I chased his lips as soon as the fabric cleared my head. His kisses made me drunk. When he pulled back, an embarrassing, unhappy sound escaped me.

“Lie back, so I can elevate your leg.” He kissed my nose, and my heart swelled. “Then I’m going to suck you off before feeding you my cock.”

Fuck. I dropped my head onto the bed. “Mmm. Yes, please.”

I barely had the words out before he was tugging off my pants. When he grinned at my Bigfoot underwear, I covered my face and groaned.

Zane tugged on my wrist. “I like them. They’re surprising, like you.”

Surprising? I…I liked that. I peeked through my fingers as he let out a pleased hum while removing my boxers.

“Get comfortable.”

My limbs were rubbery as I scooted back against the headboard. This time, I wasn’t surprised by his tenderness. Despite the bulge tenting his jeans, he fussed with placing pillows under my right leg. The gesture made my chest uncomfortably tight, but when he positioned my leg to the side, spreading them wide, heat uncoiled in my gut.

Zane straightened and stared at me from the foot of his bed, every bit the sex demon of my dreams. He’d ruined Kiss of the Abyss for me. A fictional incubus paled in comparison to the man in front of me.

“God, look at you. You’re leaking.” Zane spoke the words with reverence.

I could feel his gaze skittering across my skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps. My dick glistened with arousal. Zane shed his pants with a slowness that set me ablaze. His hard dick bounced against his abs. The thing was huge, at least compared to mine. I wasn’t sure if I could fit it in my mouth, but, god, I wanted to feel the stretch as I tried.

Zane climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled toward me. His dick hung between his meaty thighs, and his wings tattoo shifted with his muscles. He pressed a quick peck against my swollen ankle, barely a graze, but the sensation radiated straight to my dick. Zane moved to my other leg, dropping kisses as he climbed up my body. When he reached my knee, he sucked wet kisses across my inner thighs. My toes curled at the tickle of his beard against my sensitive skin.

No one had ever kissed the inside of my thigh before. The handful of girls I’d been with usually got right down to business. Sucking me off always seemed more an item on a to-get-off list than something enjoyable.

Zane approached foreplay like the main event. When he nuzzled my balls, sucking one into his mouth, I gripped the comforter until my knuckles turned white.

As I watched him get my balls wet with his saliva, I tried not to be embarrassed by my pubes. I’d had no reason to trim lately, but if I knew I’d have someone’s face in my crotch, I would’ve done some manscaping.

“Sorry I didn’t trim,” I trailed off.

Zane’s golden eyes were molten as he stared up at me. They fluttered closed as he buried his nose in my crotch and inhaled. “The hair makes you smell good for me.”

A quiet “oh” escaped as I leaked more.

I swore my dick twitched toward Zane’s mouth. Taking the hint, he dragged his tongue over the tip. Every muscle in my body tensed when he swirled his tongue around the crown and suckled.

My head thunked against the headboard when Zane swallowed the rest of me in one smooth motion. He hollowed his cheeks as I bumped the back of his throat.

“Holy f-fuck.” I caressed the seam where his lips stretched around me. His hair was too short to grip, so I reached for his horns. They seemed sturdily attached, probably with an adhesive like Jason’s vampire teeth. I didn’t want to pull them loose, so I kept my touch light.

Zane mouthed along my shaft, and it made my fingers drag along his horns. The sinful moan he released took me right back to my dream. How would he even feel that? I’d barely grazed them. Zane’s eyes snapped to mine, glowing in the dim light. I could’ve sworn they were black when he’d found me on the trail, but now they were more gold.