Page 58 of Until We Meet Again

He opens it, and my eyes drink him in—freshly showered, his hair still slightly damp, and dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts. Without a second thought, he reaches out and pulls me inside the house. He lifts me into his arms, kicks the door closed with his foot, and forcefully slams my body against it. With my legs wrapped around his waist, my body responds hungrily, causing my nipples to harden against the fabric of my dress.

"I feel like I've been losing my mind all fucking day,” he says before his lips ravage mine, delving deep as I surrender, and my skin burns with lust for him. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." He walks up the stairs with me in his arms, pulling my dress off and finding me naked beneath it.

His thumb caresses my sensitive nipple, coaxing it to stiffen and ache for more.More of him.A moan escapes my lips as his tongue wraps around the taut bud.

He leads me to his room, where he places me on the bed, and the silky sheets caress my skin. My pussy clenches as he positions himself at the edge of the bed, his thirsty eyes devouring every inch of me. Slowly, he peels away the last of his clothes, and his hand moves to his throbbing cock, solid and pulsing with desire.

"What do you want, Tessa?"

"You know what I want."

"Say it," he demands before he crawls over me and nudges my legs open with his thighs, my mouth watering at the sight of him fisting himself. "I think someone likes to watch," he states smugly. "Now tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." The words leave my lips with a confidence I didn't realize I had.

"I wouldn't use the word fuck to describe what I'm about to do to you, sweetheart." His lips brush against mine as he murmurs, "Consume, adore, wreck, fucking destroy. Those are the things I'm going to do to you."

His eyes are glued to his hand as he drives a finger inside me knuckle-deep, and the feeling that follows is unlike anything I've ever experienced.

"Ah, Zane."

"Does it hurt?"

"God, no."

I stretch around him as he pushes in a second finger, and I feel him brush against something that has me nearly bucking off the bed. His free hand acts as a necklace before his lips meet mine in another burning kiss that shoots electricity straight to my clit.

"Zane!" I whimper, closing my eyes tightly and holding his wrist, which rests against the base of my throat.

"Open your eyes. Look at me, Tessa."

I do what he asks, and as I part my lips, a symphony of desperate breaths and moans emerge. My back arches, and my hips roll against his fingers.

"Fuck, you're already dripping down my hand."

I lose the ability to speak as he focuses on the sensitive spot inside me. My hands grip the sheets, so overwhelmed by how full I feel from his fingers that my head falls back, and the pleasure he drives from my body leads me to cry out his name in a desperate plea for more.

"You're almost there, sweetheart." His words drive me over the edge, and my entire body ruptures with pleasure. Under his hands, I'm a trembling mess. My eyes close once again, and my pussy pulses, squeezing around his fingers.

Once my body settles down and his strokes become softer, I look up to find him staring at me with a smug and satisfied look on his face. Helicks his lips and smiles so deliciously at me that I swear I'm halfway to another orgasm.

He lowers his face between my legs and laps up my juices. His lips trace a path along my inner thighs, eventually reaching my clit and sucking it between his lips, causing my body to shudder.

"You want me?" I nod in response, struggling to catch my breath as he licks his way up my stomach, his eyes fixed on mine. "Is nodding at me an answer, Tessa?"

"No, sir."

A coy smile plays at the corners of my lips as he slips on a condom, his eyes locked on mine. Our bodies draw closer, and his cock presses against me for the first time since he claimed my virginity.

A gasp escapes my lips as he stretches me, my body struggling to adjust to his size, and as he fills me completely, his eyes screw shut, and his jaw clenches. "So fucking tight." He barely gets his words out as a shudder wracks his body.

He starts to drive into me while looking down at where we join as if his sole purpose in life is to be right here with me. I find myself clutching his muscular arms and crying out every time he hits that all-too-familiar sweet spot inside me.

This is exactly what I've been longing for—this moment of deep connection and desire—and God, he surpasses everything I could've ever imagined this to be.

"You're taking me so fucking good."

He bends over my body, his right hand settling on my jaw, and he keeps my mouth open, gaining control of the kiss he places on my lips. As the feeling becomes all-consuming, I sink my nails into his skin. But as he pulls away from me, I immediately miss the weight of him on top of me. He grabs my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed, bringing them up to rest over his arms before gripping his cock and thrusting himself back inside me. His large hands hold my hips tightly, and he pounds into me like his life depends on it. He's so deep—so fucking deep—that I feel every inch of him.

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