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I'm flat on my back on the bed within seconds. And he's between my legs.
He doesn't give me time to prepare. He just rips the crotch out of my panties and attacks me with his mouth. Those same two fingers plunge into me again, working right alongside his magical mouth to drive me wild.
I claw and bite, feral in my need for him. I don't even feel like myself. I'm someone else—something else. So damn desperate to get him inside me, to embed him as deeply as I can get him. I didn't know love could feel like this.
So exhilarating. So terrifying. So damn good.
"Zion!" I cry, pissed when he leaves me tottering on the edge again. As soon as I'm about to tip over the side, he drags his mouth away from me. A yawning pit of despair opens in my stomach, growing bigger by the minute.
"You aren't coming again until I'm inside you," he growls, lifting me higher up the bed. "And you aren't doing that until this pretty little dress is on the floor where it belongs. Tell me how to get it off."
"Laces," I gasp. "Up the back."
He flips me over, quietly examining the laces before he gently pulls, unraveling them. The bodice falls forward, pinned between my body and the bed.
"Now, the skirt."
"Hooks at the waist."
It takes him a little bit longer this time, but he finds the hooks pinning the skirt to the bodice and fumbles them loose, allowing him to slip the skirt down my body. Once it's gone, I expect him to roll me back over, but he crawls on top of me instead, seaming his body to mine.
His erection slips between my legs from behind, the head pressing against my clit. He holds me right there with a hand on my shoulder as he grinds against me, sliding his cock between my folds again and again.
His lips run all over the back of my neck, his breath pelting me.
"I should take you just like this," he mutters. "That way you can bite the pillow when I'm fucking my way into your soul."
"You're already there."
He goes completely still. For a five count, he doesn't even breathe. And then he flips me again. Those piercing green eyes come into focus, blazing with emotion.
"You shouldn't have told me that, angel baby," he says, his voice somber.
"W-why not?"
"Because you'll never get rid of me now."
"What if I don't want to get rid of you."
"Don't say it unless you mean it, Makenzie."
My heart races, fear threatening to close my throat. But I fight through it, refusing to run now. We've come this far. I'm seeing this through all the way to the end.
"I love you, Zion."
"Jesus."
"You made it impossible not to love you."
"Stop talking."
"I might mess it up. I probably will mess it up. But I want everything you'll give me." I swallow hard. "No returns, refunds, or exchanges."
He growls my name, falling on top of me. His mouth slants down over mine, his kiss punishing as he lines up at my entrance. I moan against his lips, tasting myself on him.
He surges forward, claiming what's his. He isn't gentle. I don't want him to be. I'm not delicate. I'm not fragile. And this man knows it. He knows me better than anyone ever has. He doesn't hurt me. He can't. There isn't a single part of him capable of it.
I claw down his back, shouting his name into the room as my barrier gives way, and I become his in every single way. There is no pain. There's only surrender.
