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"I think I've always been yours, Zayne." Her gaze flickers over my face. "At least, I have been since I met you. Maybe even before. You feel inevitable, like fate."
"Fuck," I growl, claiming her lips. I pour my fucking soul into it as she slips into place in mine, lighting it up like a brand on flesh. Only, there is no pain. There's just pure fucking rapture.
She kisses me back just as deeply, her tongue working with mine as if she intends to live off the taste of me. I'll let her. Christ, I think I'd sell my soul at this point to keep this woman kissing me exactly like she can't get enough.
She mewls, coming back for more again and then again…just like I did in the bathroom earlier. It's as if she's as helpless to stop herself as I was. She does nothing in half measures. When she fights, she fights for all she's worth. And when she surrenders, she surrenders every little piece of herself.
They're all mine now to worship however the fuck I want. I might just start on my knees where a motherfucker belongs. At least that's the plan until she slips her hand between us, running it across my pecs and then down my abdomen, bolder than she's ever been.
My entire body reacts to her touch. I tremble at the feel of her skin against mine. My dick throbs, begging her to continue her little exploration a little further south.
She keeps them above my waist, though, slowly driving me out of my mind. Right up until I boost her up in arms, trying to get some part of her where I want her.
Her legs encircle my waist, giving me a little taste of heaven as her pussy settles against my cock. Christ Almighty. If I'm not claiming her cherry and her womb soon, I'm going to snap.
"Oh," she gasps when she feels how fucking hard I am.
I wrap my hands around her, meaning to anchor her in place while I deal with the door. But Gran and Bets aren't the only two around here who don't know how to behave. Something flares in her eyes as she shifts around, wriggling against my cock.
"Fuck, that feels exactly like heaven."
She digs her nails into my shoulders and does it again.
I have her pressed against the door in two seconds, dry-humping her like my goddamn life depends on it. "Keep playing with me, and you'll be on your back, screaming my name before you can blink, lamb," I snarl, grinding my dick against her hot little center again.
"Who says I'm playing, Zayne?" she whispers back. Her nails rake down my arms, sending a bolt of desire right to my cock. "Maybe that's exactly what I want."
I buck my hips, growling. "You want me to fuck you through the mattress? Because that's what's going to happen if you don't behave. It's been a helluva long month."
"I just want you. However I can get you, Zayne. It's been a long month for me, too."
That's all I need to hear. Her every whim is my command.
I tear her thin pajama top down the middle, groaning when the fabric parts.
"Jesus Christ. Look at these." I bury my face between her tits. Who could resist? They're right there, looking like they were made for my mouth.
Her hand flies to my hair, holding me to her when I turn my head to the side, allowing me to drag one hard nipple into my mouth. She tastes exactly like she smells…like fucking sunshine and magic.
I lavish attention on her tits, moving from one to the other until they're red with my marks, and she's writhing all over my cock, pleading for release.
"Are we movin' fast enough for you now, lamb?" I ask, peeling her away from the door to drop her on her bed. She bounces before sinking into the plush surface.
"N-no."
No?
Fuck. She has no sense of self-preservation at all. She's waving herself in front of a starving beast, curious to see if he'll take a bite. I have news for her. I may not be causing chaos like Gran and Bets, but I'm far from tame. If she wants me wild, that's exactly what she's going to get.
I pop the button on my slacks before crawling onto the bed over her. She stares up at me with those blue eyes that see straight to my soul, her cheeks flushed with desire.
"You're the sweetest little lamb I've ever met, Emma," I mutter, leaning down to brush a kiss against her mouth. "If you don't stop fucking with me, I'm going to teach you what lions do to lambs."
"Show me."
I growl, hooking my arm around her waist to haul her toward the center of the bed. She splays out in the middle of it, her arms flung wide as if she's inviting me to do my worst. If we're going to be staying here instead of at my place, we're going to need a bigger bed. Hers is too fucking small for all the ways I intend to put it to use.
"Stop me now if you don't plan to be carrying my kid before the end of the night."
