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I rocked between his hand and seeking friction for my cock on his abs. “Need it.”

Knowing this gave Zane vitality that would keep him energized in the days to come heightened my pleasure even more. I wanted to give him everything. Ridiculous. We’d just met, but I needed more of him.

Zane removed his fingers and kissed my neck when I whined at the loss. He dragged his cock along my crease, catching my hole like a tease. I scratched at his shoulders until he pushed the tip inside. My mouth opened in a silent moan that Zane caught with his lips.

He used his strength to push me onto his cock at the pace glacial he wanted, like I was a toy on his lap to fuck as he pleased. My body burned from the inside out. It took years until his balls met my skin.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh, god. Zane.” I kissed him in a clumsy, desperate clash of lips and teeth.

“Look at you stretched on my cock. You’re made for it.” His tone held reverence as he dropped wet kisses along my neck.

After giving myself time to adjust, I raised my hips. The sweet drag of his bare shaft inside me was pure bliss. All I could utter were shortened ah-ah-ahs as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over my nipple. The sensations were almost too much, and I gripped his horns tightly. Riding him like a mechanical bull.

Zane’s eyes glowed like lava. I pulled his face to my nipple again, and he went eagerly. I didn’t know they were so sensitive. What else didn’t I know about myself?

With his head bent toward my chest, hiss horns were closer now. Impulsively, I flattened my tongue and licked a stripe across the ridges, carefully stopping before the sharp tip. The contact punched a guttural groan from deep inside him. He gripped my hips and fucked into me with quick thrusts, chanting my name like a prayer.

It was dizzying, being able to give him this. Between the ache of him stretching me open, the squelching sounds in his quiet room, and his hot breath skittering across my skin, I wouldn’t last long. Fuck. I ground my hips in little circles to slow things down.

“Can you blunt the tip?”

Zane tilted his face toward me, eyes burning with desire.

“Of your horn? In this dream space? I want to fuck myself on it sometime.”

He growled low and deep as he flipped me onto my back. “My perverted little human,” he said with amusement. Zane crashed his lips into mine, panting into each other’s mouths as he thrust into me with a deep and dizzying pace.

Zane found my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. I extended my arm over my head and reveled in the feel of him holding me down. With my other hand, I stroked his horn in time with his thrusts.

His stare bored into me, reaching my soul, and leaving a mark that I never wanted to fade. I was his.

“What do you look like when you play? Your character?”

My eyes widened, and I squirmed under him.

Zane’s lips curved into a knowing grin. “You customized your character to look like yourself.”

I buried my face in his chest. “Yes.” I could’ve customized my character to anything. A tall, busty blonde or a broad-framed, mysterious man. I never did.

“It’s hot imagining Damien seducing you.” Zane licked a stripe up my neck. “What keeps you coming back to him?” He wrapped his fingers around my dick.

My entire body flushed hot as I turned away.

“Look at me.” Zane cupped the back of my neck and pressed his thumb against my cheek until I met his eyes. “Tell me. What’s your fantasy?” His words were a low rumble in my chest.

Sure, sex was a big part of the game—they were sex demons after all—but he was right. There was a scene I looked forward to each time, and I’d hoped to get there tonight before Jason got home. This part of the game always made me half-hard, but I never let myself think about too much.

My mouth went dry at the intensity in his golden eyes. Zane slowed his thrusts, hips barely rocking against mine. I wasn’t sure if it was a tease or a warning, but I would do anything to get him moving again.

“The wall,” I blurted, skin on fire. “The way he fucks me—the player—against the wall.”

Zane growled a pleased, primal sound. His dangerous smile triggered fear in a deep part of me, but I knew Zane wouldn’t hurt me. He let me see a glimpse of the monster underneath. He knew I wanted it.

“You want to feel my strength as I fuck you.” In a flash, he sat back on his heels and pulled me onto his lap.

The position pushed him even deeper, punching the air from me. I barely had a moment to adjust before he stood and carried me over to a wall next to his fireplace.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pressed my back into the hard cold. He pressed nipping kisses across my jaw as I melted into the warmth of his chest.