“You did save me,” he murmurs, voice rough, fingers tracing my back. “In more ways than one.”
I snuggle into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my ear once more.
Don’t you ever stop beating, little guy.
“Good,” I say aloud, feeling his fingers dig into my hair.
He sighs, voice low and teasing, “But perhaps you could save me again?”
I roll my eyes, sitting up with a smirk. “Really? After all that?”
The glint in his eyes says it all. The bastard isn’t satisfied. With that devil’s smile, he pulls me right back down beside him, his hand finding its way to the small of my back, his fingers drawing lazy, possessive circles on my skin.
“I mean,” he murmurs, voice low, “you’ve worked wonders on me, but I think there’s still a bit of healing left.”
A thrill runs through me, and I can’t help the grin. “And what exactly do you think you need saving from now?”
“Me?” He raises an eyebrow, all playful danger. “Who said anything aboutme?”
Oh.Oh.
“Am I the stricken soul now?” I bite my lip, feeling the pulse between us, his moss-green eyes boring into me.
“Didn’t you lose consciousness in the water?” His fingers thread through my hair, pressing just near the spot that aches me. “Don’t think I forgot about it.”
I reach up, running a hand over the dull ache at my skull, the pain I shoved aside in the midst of chaos, just focused on keeping him alive. But now, here, with him warm beside me, I let myself feel it.
“Well… I probably could use a little attention,” I murmur, my voice low.
He glances over, eyes glinting. “Yeah? What is it you want, love?”
“I don’t want to be selfish.”
He laughs, a dark, quiet sound. “Since when?”
I huff, biting my lip. “Do I have to say it again? You nearly fucking died, Zayan.”
His smirk softens, and he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness that twists something deep in me. “Yeah, exactly. So let’s live a little,” he purrs, voice dripping with heat. “Trust me, whatever you want… it’d be nothing but my pleasure.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, my body sparking at his words. I’m soaked, the taste of him still on my tongue, and every inch of me aches to be touched. I want so much that I can’t just settle on one thing.
I want everything.
But there’s one thing I want the most.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, unable to hold back.
His grin spreads, eyes darkening with pure, unfiltered desire. “Then come here, love,” he purrs, his voice thick with need. “Angle yourself just right so I can slide in deep.”
No surprise, he’s already hard again. I don’t know how the hell he can manage it after nearly passing out hours ago, but now he looks like he’s in his prime, a strong young man ready to claim what’s his.
“You’re impossible,” I tease, my heart racing.
“And you’re fucking irresistible,” he shoots back, the heat in his voice making my skin tingle.
I don’t want to lose sight of him. Instead of turning around to let him take me from behind, I wrap my legs around his hips and lie back, staring up at him. His hand grips my knees, and with the other, he lines up his cock with my opening.
And when he enters me… Gods, when he fills my pussy, I can barely stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
