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He grinned and dropped his mouth to my jaw, raking his teeth across and nipping at that sensitive spot behind my ear. I groaned as he moved his hand from my breast down between us to my drenched center, pushing two fingers into my channel while his thumb raked across my clit, making electric shocks zap through my body and my knees buckle.
He gripped me against him with his hand wrapped around my wet hair, the pull on my scalp a welcome sting.
His mouth found mine again, and his tongue plundered inside, but just when I thought he was going to demand rough and hard, he eased off and his lips caressed mine in an unhurried dance of emotions as he released the hold he had on my hair and cupped my face instead. It was like he was trying to tell me something with his kisses that I just wasn’t hearing.
His pulse was racing, and his cock pressed hard against my belly, but he just kept kissing me, kept pouring the words he couldn’t say down my throat, hoping to God I could make sense of them.
I was trying to. Desperately.
His fingers inside me still pumped, and his thumb wiggled against my clit. Before I knew it, he was sending me into a crying orgasm, forcing me to break his kiss and arch my back against him as my body went rigid and my eyes slammed shut.
I was only just gathering my faculties again as the waves of pleasure inside me receded, gathering once again in my center, when Zane grabbed me by the hair once more, spun me around and bent me over the sink.
The snap and swish of his pants coming undone and falling to the floor were all I heard before he positioned the thick, satiny head of his cock at my center and pushed in.
We both let out grunts at the same time he impaled me to the hilt on the first thrust, filling me up.
One hand came to my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh, into the bruises his brothers had given me, reminding me of past delight and pain.
Tightening his grip on my hair, he pulled my face back to meet his gaze as he fucked me hard over the sink.
Our eyes remained locked with each glorious thrust of his hips and curl of his lips. I was mesmerized, lost in his beauty and the animalistic, harsh way he showed me how he felt. I trusted him not to hurt me. Because as much hate as Zane had for me, I also knew that he’d never hurt me—unless I asked him to.
Pushing my butt back into his pelvis, I held onto the counter with one hand and reached down between my legs with the other, finding my swollen clit and rubbing rough circles around it.
I hadn’t been expecting the crack of his palm against my butt cheek, but when it came, I yelped, then quickly groaned from how much I loved that sting and the way it spread out into a decadent heat across my sensitive skin.
He did it again, and even though I was prepared for it, the shock was less and I simply moaned, wiggling my butt against him and pushing it up higher, hoping he knew I was asking for more.
He gave me more. Three more, and by the time he removed his hand the third time, I was coming again. My body clenched and spasmed around his punishing cock as I came, moaning my release and silently returning everything he couldn’t say to me back to him. He followed only moments later, finding his own release with a long, drawn-out groan.
We stayed that way for a moment, lost in the euphoria, our bodies coated in sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the room.
I hadn’t realized that I’d closed my eyes, but when I opened them, his slate-gray gaze pierced my soul.
I couldn’t muster a smile, not even a frown. I just stared at him blankly until he gently slid from my body, pulled up his pants and handed me back my towel. Then he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, so I could clean myself up and attempt to make sense of what had just happened.
Only I didn’t think there were enough days left in my life for me to figure out everything Zane wanted to say to me but couldn’t. And that made my heart hurt more than I ever thought it could.
