I’ve denied him for so long, he’safraid.
Afraid to lose me. Afraid to push me too far.
His hands are clenched into tight fists, forearms corded with prominent veins—he wants to touch me, claim me, but he’s holding himself back.
Something primal flashes through his eyes, a desperate possessiveness, almost feral in its intensity.
He wants to keep me.
And I think I want him to.
But if he wants me aching, then I want him unrestrained.
I press a kiss over his heart.
I inch lower.
Another kiss on his abdomen.
Lower.
My fingers curl in the waistband of his sleep trousers, pressing a dainty kiss on the hard muscle below his navel.
He’s rigid beneath me, body shaking with restraint.
“Please,baby,” I croon softly, looking up at him through my lashes.
He blinks, and it breaks whatever spell he was under.
And then he’s on me.
Rough hands haul me up and toss me onto my back like I weigh nothing. A loud rip echoes through the room as he tears my nightgown in half. For several heartbeats, he just drinks me in, his eyes roving over my bared skin like he’s etching this moment into his mind. His pants are shucked off quickly, and then there’s nothing left between us.
My breath escapes in hot gasps, and he kisses me with a fevered desperation that steals the air from my lungs.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips. “Lightning strike me, Mayah, you’remine.” His lips capture mine again, and he ravishes my mouth as if I’m the only thing that will quench his thirst. He pulls back with a strangled groan, stormy gray eyes frenzied and wild. They pin me in place.
“Tell me you want this.” A desperate plea.
I nod frantically, hands clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him back down. He looses a rough sound that sends heat coiling between my thighs. He gathers my wrists in his large hand and presses them above my head. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”
“I want this, Zev. Please.” I’m too far gone to care about pride, about politics, about anything else buthim. “I want you.”
He stares at me, lips parted, chest heaving.
And then he’s kissing me again. I’d happily drown in his lips forever. He doesn’t pull away, keeps our mouths melded together as he notches himself against my entrance.
I tense, anticipation locking my muscles.
Zev pulls back, just a hair’s breadth, nudging my nose with his. “Breathe for me, baby.”
I obey, sucking in a deep breath. He braces himself on his forearms, hips inching forward—
A sharp knock sounds out on our bedroom door.
We both freeze.
“If we’re quiet, maybe they’ll leave,” I whisper, running my hands down his back.
