Page 120 of To Tango, with Desire

“Amira.” His voice was filled with longing, with yearning that mirrored my own.

I arched back, leaning into his hands as he sucked and bit my nipples. Within seconds, I felt the hard length of him beneath me. Desire mingled with hope, a sense that perhaps we’d be able to make this marriage work, that we’d be able to understand one another given enough time.

He feasted now, drawing out every moan and sigh, prolonging my need. The way he touched me, asking what felt good, demanding to know what I needed never failed to turn me on. There was a throbbing ache inside of me, my underwear wet in anticipation.

Zane gripped my hair, his kisses, possessive. It was consuming and electrifying, and I knew if it weren’t for the cool breeze brushing against my skin, I would have burst into flames.

This was what I craved. This complete and utter surrender. And it was only with this man that I could share it. I couldn’t live without him. As independent as I was, I knew that if I lost him, I wouldn’t bear it.

Panic seized my brain. I didn’t want to lose him. I would die if I did.

Trembling, I pulled back, tears flowing freely.

“Amira?” He cupped my face, his deep, dark eyes demanding answers.

“I . . .”

What? What was this racing feeling? What was this fear that made me want to cling to him and never let go?

“Don’t leave me.”

He tilted my chin, his eyes direct. Hard.

“Never.”

I bit my lip, heart fluttering.

“You’re mine. I’ll never leave you, Amira. I swear this to you.”

The simmering fire turned into an inferno. In seconds, he shoved aside my underwear and freed himself.

Spitting on his hand, he coated his cock and sank inside of me.

“Amira . . . there’s nothing between us now.”

I knew what he meant. I understood he didn’t have protection. But my heart craved more. An admission from him.

Of love.

I had his devotion, that was clear to me, but I needed everything from this man. I was greedy for his love.

“I know.”

I moved over him, slowly rejoicing in the fact that we were joined together without any barriers.

“Amira.” He gripped my hips.

“You can come in my mouth. I want you to come in my mouth.”

He groaned, his head falling back.

“I love the sounds that you make. I love knowing I’m driving you crazy,” I whispered.

Zane watched me now, his eyes intense in the dark. The moonlight cast a romantic glow on us, pronouncing every move. Every shift and sigh.

“It’s because of you.” He gasped. “You.”

I rocked, grinding myself on him, feeling my breasts crushed against his chest, loving the way he gripped me close.