I can't breathe.
He's naked.
If I lie any stiller, I'd be dead.
I move—just what I hope is a nonchalant inch. I don't want him to know I'm burning up. Except I seem to fuel the fire instead of dousing it.
The ache in my nipples, present since the moment I set eyes on him, increases to a blinding throb. I should have slipped on a pair of panties at least before I charged recklessly at him.
What was I thinking?
I surreptitiously press my thighs together, hard. The action only makes me more aware of the utter hot mess between my thighs. Of the true, unbridled ache in my clit. Even my hands pulse with the greed to touch him.
I've never in all my life wanted to touch a man so desperately I'm blinded by the voracity of it.
I move another inch away from him. Then another. Suddenly, there's no more bed to distance myself from him, and for one startling second, I'm suspended in the air. Destination: the floor.
But strong hands grab me, lifting me in one fluid motion and pinning me beneath a taut, hard, muscular body. He forces my thighs apart, his full length against me now as he nestles between my thighs.
Chapter Thirteen
Marlowe
I'm too stunned to move. For a split second, his cock brushes against the wet folds of my pussy. The contact is so unbelievable that electricity rushes through me, and I smolder under his gaze.
"Zephyr." His name escapes my lips, so desperate I barely recognize my own voice.
The last thing I hear is a deep growl and a softly expelled oath before he crushes his mouth against mine. The impact is hard and fast.
I think he's going to kiss me into next Tuesday, but then, almost as if the feel of my lips against his changes his mind, he captures my lips slowly and reverently, as if I were fragile. He kisses me like he's savoring something incredibly sweet, and he... likes it.
I'm in awe of the way he captures my lips and drinks from me, floating on a cloud. He licks, savors, imbibes, and then does it all over again.
But when he draws the tip of my tongue into his mouth, and I tentatively reach deeper to taste him too, I seem to unleash him. His body hardens, his muscles vibrate against me as he swallows me whole, tugging me closer as if he wants to become one with me.
Balancing the entirety of his delectably powerful body with one hand, he uses his other hand to cup my jaw, his fingers inching past my lips to open my mouth wider. Then he kisses me like he's starved. His strokes are rich and intense—hot and wet.
My lips swell in real time. He licks them almost apologetically before devouring them again. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, making it harder for him to balance himself with one hand so as not to crush me with the full weight of his body.
I raise my hips. His cock slides between my soaked folds.
A deep, strained sound falls from his lips as if he's given up on restricting himself. He pushes his shaft into me, my labia parting. The size of his cock strains against me. I gasp in wonder, delight, and apprehension.
Then he releases my face, takes his thick, hard length into his hand, and squeezes the tip against my mound, drizzling his pre-cum onto my flesh.
He pumps his cock for a fresh supply, searing my skin with ribbons of his essence.
He then slips a finger inside me. Dear God. The intrusion is shocking yet so erotic that my head lifts off the pillow. His thumb brushes my clit as he claims my mouth once more, nibbling on my lips before piercing me softly with his teeth.
Trembling beneath him, I can do little but moan as his mouth travels over my jaw, down my neck, to my clavicle.
He drags his lips over my left breast, then my right. He does the same with his teeth, scraping my skin and igniting full-blown greed inside me.
He's touching everywhere except my nipples. I need him to take the swollen beads peeking from my breasts into his mouth. I'm dying to feel his wet heat against me, but still, he teases me, driving me to madness.
I clutch my breast and immodestly offer him my nipple. He chuckles, then runs his tongue over the engorged crest. I push myself up, and with my hand at his nape, I press him down.
"Please," I whisper, frantic, my cheeks flushed with shame at my greediness, the other part of me taking what I want.
