I’m lost in the insanity of it, which is why the first bite makes me shriek. “Zane!”
He doesn’t respond or lift his head from my neck. He bites me, harder, then sucks on my flesh. “Oh God…are you…giving me hickeys?”
Still he doesn’t respond. And me? I fucking melt when he tongues my nipple. When he bites and grazes and licks his way down my body and sinks to his knees.
The vibrator sings its ominous and sultry song as my rockstar god eats me out and into my first blinding orgasm.
“You’re shaking already,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. His fingers circle my back entrance, slow and deliberate, savoring the way my body twitches and clenches. When I’m a sopping mess, he lifts his head, his mouth wet with my juices. “Again, Ruby.”
And on we go.
He wraps my thighs around his head and he tortures my clit with his clever fingers, tongue and teeth.
When I’m done screaming through my second orgasm, I turn my head, my cheek pressing into the mattress as I meet his intense gaze.
His dark eyes burn with something primal, something that makes my pulse quicken. “Zane,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “What are you doing to me?”
His lips curl into a smirk, but there’s no humor in it, only manic intent. “Making sure you remember who you belong to.”
I’m still panting when he picks up the egg.
His fingers tease over the remote, crank up the vibrations and everything inside me clenches. I’m not sure I’m ready for a surfeit of pleasure again so soon, so I prop up on my elbows.
“Zane?”
I bat my lashes. “Can I suck your cock, please?”
His white teeth flash. “Nice try, baby. The only place my cock is going tonight is in that beautiful ass. But I need you soft and dripping first.”
And with that, he brings the vibrator to my pussy.
I drop back and moan to the ceiling as he pushes it deep inside me. “Oh God!”
We’ve barely started and the air is thick with the scent of sex and something darker—his need to own me completely.
I gasp and shudder as the vibrator hums inside me, its relentless buzz sending aftershocks through my trembling body.
Zane’s fingers trace the curve of my body, his touch possessive, branding even in its gentleness. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my skin, every hickey and love bite a testament to his claim. My breath hitches as his hand drifts lower, teasing the sensitive flesh between my thighs.
“Look at you. You’ve come twice, and you’re still so fucking amped for me.” His thumb presses against my clit, and I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. The vibrator in my pussy pulses, a constant reminder of his control, of how thoroughly he’s worked me over.
I’m too worked up again, too far gone to speak.
I can only watch as he extends one tattooed arm to the nightstand, pulls the drawer open and plucks out a tube of lube. He coats his fingers liberally, even as his other thumb glides back and forth over my clit.
Then he lowers his drenched fingers to my anus.
At the first touch of the cold gel, my back arches off the bed.
“Every time you sit down tomorrow, you’ll feel me. Every time you shift in your seat, you’ll think of my hands, then my cock stretching you open, filling you up.” His thumb presses harder, and I whimper, my body already coiling tight again.
“And when you look in the mirror, you’ll see my marks. My teeth, my hands, all proof that you’re mine.”
16
TOO AWAKE FOR SOMEONE SO RUINED
RUBY
