“Since that night in Boston?”
“Longer,” I murmur, kissing her neck.
I’m not sure I can hold back much longer.
The sweet scent of her breath brushes against my lips. “Show me how long you’ve wanted me. Everything you’ve been thinking about doing to me since we’ve been apart. Show me, Dominik.”
My body quivers with anticipation, but I’m holding back and can’t pinpoint the exact reason. Perhaps it’s because the last time I let myself give in completely, my primal came out asI finger fucked her on my couch before leaving her there. Or maybe it’s because I was hoping the next time we’d be together, it would be different, filled with more than just hate and raw desire.
But thisisdifferent, isn’t it? She wants this, craves some part of the connection we can’t seem to escape. Instead of letting words and anger consume the space between us, I have the chance to give her exactly what she wants. I have the chance to shut her brain off and call a ceasefire on this endless battle between us.
“Please, Dominik,” Zoe whispers, grinding her bare pussy against my crotch.
As soon as I hear her beg, I unleash. The way she says my name, it’s better than anything I could have ever imagined. I’ve never heard her say my name like that before. In Boston, she called for Runi, but she didn’t know it was me hiding behind the mask.
She sees me right now, no mask. Completely bare, and she wants this.
I grip her face and kiss her deeply, our tongues clashing against one another like angry waves. She’s a vortex, consuming my thoughts as I willingly surrender to her. I can feel that she is unprepared for the overwhelming desire that is about to come over her. The taste of her is like a powerful elixir that completely consumes me. As our tongues intertwine, I find myself sinking deeper into a maze of longing, losing myself in the desperate need to have her.
I’m a depraved prisoner who’s about to collect.
Zoe doesn’t waste time before clawing at my shirt, and I help, only pulling away from her lips for a brief second. We’re both equally hungry, growling in unison. I’ve been aching to feel her like this again for far too long, a relentless hunger that only Zoecould satisfy. The intensity of this moment is overwhelming, like a blazing fire igniting every inch of my body.
I latch on to her nipple, greedily sucking and biting her flesh as her whimpers fill the room.
“You need a safe word.”
She shakes her head as I bite and lick up her collarbone to her neck. Zoe moans, grinding her wet pussy against my thigh. Making it impossible not to want to line up my cock and bury myself inside her. But there is no way in hell I’m rushing this—not now, not ever.
“Safe word, little butterfly. I don’t plan on being gentle with you tonight.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she breathes out, shutting her eyes.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. “Look at me, Zoe.”
She complies, her eyes, heavy-lidded and jade-colored, meet mine as I hover over her. Her gaze traces down my body, pausing on my cock as she bites her swollen lower lip, her eyes widening slightly.
“Your dick is pierced,” she breathes out.
“It is. Does that scare you?”
Her eyes flick up to mine. “Considering I couldn’t walk for days after last time, not really.”
I chuckle, lifting my hips and kicking her legs apart with my knees. Guiding my cock down to her slit, I run it along her wet pussy and watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“You’ll take it and enjoy every second of me stretching you out,” I say, taking in her glorious body, wide open for me like a delicate rose. Except Zoe lacks delicacy. Especially when it comes to her bold personality and her rough tastes in bed. I fucking adore that about her.
My nostrils flare and my chest heaves as I resist the urge to grind into her, to take her right here and now. It’s been a while since I’ve had to exercise this kind of self-control. This intense desire, this connection, it’s something I’ve only ever felt with Zoe.
“You’ve always belonged to me,” I grit out, pressing the tip of my dick and nudging it ever so slightly inside her opening. Zoe loses her mind, whimpering and squirming beneath me.
Keeping her hands pinned, I flip her to her stomach and pull her knees up so her ass is kissing the air. She moans into the sheets as I grip the back of her hair, tilt her face up slightly, and force her to stare back at me.
“Last chance. Are you sure about this?”
Zoe whispers, her gaze pinned on mine, “Give me everything. Every last drop, Dominik. Make it hurt.”
This is what getting high must feel like. The intensity of this confession surpasses that of the night at the masquerade ball because she is fully aware of my true identity this time. She craves every part of me. Unfiltered, unbridled.
