Page 113 of Doctor’s Forbidden Match

She sits on the edge of the mattress, her palms braced behind her for support, still facing me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes dark with matching desire. Seeing her like this, exposed to me, shivering, not from the cabin air but from anticipation, sends a hard throb straight to my cock.

Mindful of her injured ankle, I lift each of her legs to place her feet flat on the bed. I keep my movements slow, checking her face for any flash of pain, but she only tracks me with licking her lips. Opening her to me like this is tortuously beautiful. I hook my fingers into the delicate lace of her thong and tug it down, inch by inch. Sliding it off her feet, I tuck it straight into my pocket. I need the memento for when she leaves me, something to hold on to and remember this night.

“Lay back, honey,” I say roughly. Barely holding myself together.

She obeys, sinking into the white sheets. Her long hair fans across the pillow like an aura, her lips parted as she sucks in deep, uneven breaths. I’ve spent months admiring her from a distance, memorizing the shape of her body through structured clothes, and now she’s laid out entirely for me.

“Zac,” she gasps as my hands slide up her inner thighs. Her skin twitches beneath my palms, which sends another surge of arousal flooding through me. I’m getting harder by the second, the fabric of my pants suffocatingly tight.

She stays back, but props herself up on her elbows, lifting her head to watch me.

“Fuck, Hannah,” I breathe, staring at the expanse of her bare skin. “The things I want to do to you.”

“Do them.” Her gaze locks onto mine with fierce determination. “Do them to me right now, Zac.”

Hearing her say my name like that snaps the last thread of restraint. My lips follow the trail that my fingers did, pressing kisses down her right inner thigh, then her left, moving slowly to torture us both. When I blow against her pussy, she shudders violently. The raw honesty of her reaction makes me smile triumphantly.

I bring my hand up to palm her breast, loving the heaviness of it in my hand. I’ve imagined this specific moment, but the reality is intoxicating. I rub my thumb roughly over her nipple, and she arches her back with a groan.

Her fingers grip the blanket beneath her, but she doesn’t close her eyes. She watches everything I do to her; her hooded blue eyes urging me on as I explore every inch, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips roll toward my hand.

I press a kiss on her lower belly, just below her navel, then around it, avoiding where she really wants me.

“I need you, Zac,” she whimpers, her hips lifting.

The sound of her begging tests the absolute limits of my control. “You’ll have me,” I murmur against her skin, heart hammering in my throat. “But I want to play a little more.”

A frustrated groan escapes her, and my gaze flicks up. There’s no anger in her eyes, just all-consuming need. She wants exactly what I’m giving her. She just wants more.

I palm her other breast as I lower my mouth to kiss the top of her pussy, inhaling her scent. At the same time, I slide my fingers down through her wetness. A ragged groan tears from my throat at how wet she is for me.

“Keep your eyes on me the whole time. You got it?” I command softly.

She nods, biting down on her bottom lip.

I run two fingers along her clit, rubbing her own moisture over her, before sinking them easily inside her. She’s incredibly tight, clamping down on my hand with a whimper. When I look up, her eyes are wide, glassy, and pinned on me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, the praise falling from my mouth.

I fuck her with my fingers, picking up the pace, wanting her to come first. I need her completely unraveled and ready for my cock. Rocking her hips to meet me, she lifts off the bed. Her breathing changes into shallow puffs. She’s right on the edge.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

Her eyes roll back, eyelids heavy, but her gaze snaps back to me. I press my thumb firmly over her clit, and she whimpers louder, her hips seizing. “Zac.”

“That’s it. Give it to me.”

Her hands leave the mattress, threading into my hair and tugging hard. The sting of pain sends another jolt of heat straight to my cock.

My tongue rolls over her clit while my fingers move faster inside her. She’s panting, her thighs trembling uncontrollably against my shoulders. She’s so much better than any fantasy I built in my head.

I lap at her pussy until she’s crying out, her thighs tightening around my arms. She screams my name, but the sound is muffled as she bites down on her hand to stay quiet. Under me, she comes apart, her body convulsing.

I don’t stop. I speed up my fingers, suck on her clit, enjoying the rush of her release and the way her body shakes beneath me.

Now she’s ready for me.

As much as I want to do it hard and fast, I force myself to slow down. I want to memorize every second of this. The setting isn’t perfect, but she is.