Page 111 of Until We Meet Again

We move quickly toward one another, unable to resist the urge to touch each other for a second longer.

I reach for her throat with one hand while the other pulls at her ponytail, forcing her head to tilt back and meet my eyes. I move in closer and softly brush her lips with mine.

"I fucking love you."

"Show me."

I capture her mouth once again, and my cock presses against her stomach, almost painful from how hard it's throbbing and how desperately it needs to be inside her. Lowering my hand from her throat, I slide it between her thighs and lightly brush my fingers against her clit before pushing inside her. A strangled gasp escapes her lips, and her hands drop to my waist in search of something to cling to.

"You're dripping all over my hand," I growl out before kissing her again, savoring her taste while I pleasure her in a way that only I know how. As I feel her pussy start to swell, I swallow her cries, and her legs begin to shake. "That's it, sweetheart. I can feel it. Let go."

Her orgasm crests, and her nails dig into the skin on my hips as she holds herself up. Not that she needs to; I've got her entire body beneath my hands, and I'd never let her fall.

"Zane, god, Zane," she cries out for me, my name in her mouth as she pulses against my fingers.

A smile forms on my lips as I remove my hand and bring it to my mouth. "Fuck, is this all for me, sweetheart?" Craving the taste of her, I lick her arousal from my fingers.

"I've missed you."

"I can see that."

I lift her into my arms, carrying her petite body to the bed and laying her on the gray sheets. I climb over, settling between her thighs, and she reaches up to tenderly stroke my face. The overpowering amount of love emanating from her makes it seem like for just this second, while it's just us, time is standing still.

"Please don't run from me again. My heart won't survive it."

"I'm not going anywhere. I swear to you."

Her lips part, and she pulls me down to her mouth, silencing me and sealing my words with a fierce kiss, binding us together in an invisible contract that only we can understand.

She rocks her hips, grinding her pussy against me and slickening up my cock. "Do you know how long it's been since you were inside me?"

"Too fucking long, sweetheart."

Her gaze locks on mine. My cock is solid as it slides against her wet heat, hardening to the point of pain when her nails trail down my chest, leaving her marks on me. She whispers against my lips, "Have you missed me, Zane?" Her words echo in my mind, reminding me of the countless nights I spent aching for her, wishing she were by my side, in my bed, where she belonged.

"Missed you? I felt like I couldn't breathe without you." Our bodies press together, her nipples brushing against my chest while my tongue dominates her mouth.

A low groan escapes me when I feel her hand wrap around my cock. "Take everything you want from me," she murmurs, pressing her mouth to my ear.

As my eyes close, I inhale deeply before hauling her ass to the edge of the bed. Standing tall, I hold my cock in my hand, pumping myself as she pushes herself up on her elbows, her tongue wetting her lips as she focuses on the way I touch myself.

"See something you want, sweetheart?" I cock my head to the side, noting how tightly her legs squeeze together as she tries togive herself some relief. "Open them. I want to watch your pussy weep at the sight of me."

As she slowly opens them, how ready she is for me is evident, but god, I need to taste her.

I drop to my knees for her and run my hands over her legs, pushing them back, exposing her fully to me, and she falls back, lying flat on the bed. I taste her with a single, careful swipe of my tongue, catching every last drop of her arousal and swallowing it down like a fucking addict who needs his fix of her pussy.

"Never again will your cunt be taken away from me, Tessa. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I eat her like a starving man, holding her steady while she squirms, knowing that more than anything else in life, I need to make her come.

She tries to move against my face, and I look up at her, writhing. Her hands reach for her breasts, and she caresses her nipples, adding to the pleasure I'm bringing her. Seconds later, she releases a scream, coming so hard that she soaks my sheets with her sins as she calls out for God.

"Turn over, sweetheart. Ass in the air."

As she turns, I gently slide a pillow under her, elevating her hips. Running my hands over her, I give in to the deep desire I have to taste every inch of her. I open her up, tracing my tongue over her bud, causing her body to contract.

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