Their hands tangled in each other’s clothes, and Zina found her senses lost in the midst of all their heated fumbling. Somehow, she managed to get Trent’s buttons undone and the shirt and the tank top beneath it lifted up over his head, leaving his broad chest and hard abdominal muscles exposed. Zina couldn’t help but run her fingers over them, biting her lip – of course she’d been able to tell how muscular Trent was even with his clothes on, but seeing it in the flesh was a different matter entirely.
And I can finally get my hands on those tattoos…
Staring at him, Zina ran her fingers over the spirals of ink that traced their way over Trent’s bicep, rippling on his skin as his muscles clenched at her touch.
A throb of desire shot through her stomach as Trent groaned beneath her touch – even this light trailing of her fingertips over his skin was enough to make him shudder.
“Zina…”
He breathed out her name, and it was all Zina could do to stop herself from throwing herself against him. She wanted to feel his skin against hers – and as her hands found the edge of her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head, his were on the buttons of her pants, undoing them and shoving them down her hips. As far as she was concerned, she couldn’t get naked fast enough.
She’d never felt anything like this before – the desire for him that coursed through her veins was almost dizzying. Zina had always considered herself a little unromantic, but right now all she could feel was heat, running through her veins, making her skin feel like it was sizzling.
I never thought I could feel like this.
And it was true – she never had. She’d never thought she’d be suspectable to this kind of desire. Zina had always prided herself on her cool head and sensibleness, but now, Trent was making her feel like she was losing her mind. Just a bit, and in agoodway.
All the careful walls she’d built over the years – that she’dhadto build if she wanted to survive – came tumbling down at the touch of his hands on her skin.
So this is what it means to find your fated mate.
Zina groaned as, finally free of her own pants, she started on Trent’s own. She could see the sizable bulge already pressing against the material, and her mouth watered at the sight.
“Zina –” Trent gasped, as her hands ghosted lightly over it, and when Zina raised her eyes to his face, she found his eyes dark with lust in the low light, his cheeks flushed.
She groaned at the sound of her name on his lips. She had never expected to feel this way – she’d definitely never gone looking for her mate, or thought much about what she might do if she did. It had always seemed like such a remote possibility, and she wasfartoo focused on her job to have put any kind of effort into her love life, whether that was with her mate or not.
But now, she could feel it, sitting at the core of her: therightnessof this, and how much Trent had come to mean to her. How everything within her told her that this was hermate, the one she was meant to be with.
It’s because we were made for each other,Zina thought.We were always meant to be.
The knowledge sent a line of fire straight through her, and Trent’s lips were searing against hers when he leaned down to kiss her again, sending white-hot heat racing through her, all the way to her core. She could feel the hardness at the apex of his thighs pressing against her, and she groaned into his mouth, arching herself up against it.
Trent’s hands slid down her sides, sending bolts of pleasure across her skin. Zina groaned again, parting her legs so Trent, nowfinallyfree of his jeans, could settle between them. She already knew she was wet and ready for him, and now, the only thing she wanted was to feel him inside her – as close as he could possibly get.
The hot jut of his erection pushed against her thigh as Trent lowered his head to her breasts, his mouth ranging across them, teasing out sparks of pleasure with his tongue and teeth. Zina couldn’t help herself from crying out, throwing her head back. She could feel herself growing dizzy from desire, heat racing through her like wildfire.
“Trent – please –please– I can’t wait –”
There’d be time for them to take it slowly in future – right now, Zina knew what she wanted.
Trent groaned, nodding. “Zina –”
His mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. With his hands on her hips, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all, pulling her up against his hips, before finally,finallyhe slid inside her, filling her, completing her.
“Oh my God,Trent,” she couldn’t help herself from crying out as he moved within her, his impressive length and girth filling her completely, making her feel deliciously full, finding the deepest parts of her.
Zina dug her fingers into his back as he thrust forward into her, ecstasy spiraling through her, fanning the flames that spread through her body. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his hips, pulling herself up to meet him with every thrust.
“Zina,” he groaned, his voice desperate. “Zina – I can’t –”
She didn’t know what it was he was saying hecouldn’tdo, but whatever it was, Zina didn’t care. She lifted her head, bringing their mouths together once more as pleasure built within her in waves, higher and higher with every movement, as together they rose to the peak.
Wave after wave of brilliant light raced through her body, until finally, at last, she found herself crashing over the edge. She moaned as she arched up one final time, as pure bliss washed over them both, filling them both completely, body and soul.
Zina could feel Trent’s breath, warm and damp against her throat, as they lay together afterwards, chests heaving, coated in sweat as they came down from their climax.
Oh, wow. That was… that was…
