Page 63 of Until We Meet Again

"I never would've touched you if I wasn't clean."

"I know. I trust you."

I cradle his face in my hand to reassure him that this is what I want—what I need—and when our lips meet again, a deep moan escapes from his throat, vibrating against my tongue.

"Fuck!" I scream out as two large fingers suddenly thrust inside me, twisting and dragging along my G-spot.

"Wanna know a secret?" I can only nod helplessly as he continues to finger fuck me, slowing down for several long and endless seconds as he drives my pleasure higher. "I've never fucked anyone raw before. You'll be my first."

"Oh god, please fuck me, Zane." It isn't beneath me to beg, especially when it feels so incredible when he's inside me.

His mouth pulls on my taut nipple before I feel the loss of his fingers, and I brace myself for how it's going to feel when we connect like this—something sacred between us that we're about to share only with each other.

He's had a few of my firsts, and now I'm getting one of his.

With deliberate slowness, he pushes forward while holding my eyes captive, making sure that neither of us misses how it feels when I swallow every thick inch of him. "I can't tell you how many times I've imagined being inside you like this."

When he takes a breath, I can feel it from him; I can feel every emotion he feels, leaving no room for anything other than us.

"Hands on the headboard. If it gets too much, hit it twice."

As I release my grip on his arms, I reach behind me, my fingers tightly clutching the soft black leather headboard. My breasts rise and fall with every labored breath I take as he stretches me, filling me completely, before he slowly pulls out and forcefully pushes back in. However, the tender side of him quickly fades away, replaced by a man who knows just when to fuck hard and rough.

He sinks his lips into my neck, drawing the skin into his mouth. "You know I'm crazy about you, don't you?"

Ignoring the flutters in my chest, I nod at him, and he decorates my throat with his hand whilehis lips ghostmine.

"Remember that…" He pinches my nipple between his fingertips and pulls my lower lip between his teeth. "Because I'm aboutto fuck you like I hateyou."

There he is.

With one brutal hit, he thrusts his cock inside me and plunges his tongue back into my mouth. A primal growl escapes his lips, bringing together our shared breath as he delivers powerful blow after blow, and I can already feel my climax twisting its way through my body.

While he fucks the living daylights out of me, his hold on my throat tightens, and my hands clutch harder onto the headboard. I can't get enough of him. I wrap my legs around his waist to bridge the gap and pull him even closer to me.

"Oh god, Zane." My cries grow louder and more desperate as I rock my hips up, matching him thrust for thrust, causing the grip on his own control to start slipping away.

"Your cunt was fucking made for me."

"It's yours."

"Fucking mine." The words roll off his tongue, full of possessiveness, before his lips crash against me. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes throughout the room as he fucks me fast, deep, and raw.

"Don't stop. Don't fucking stop," I cry out.

"You want my cum?"

"God, yes!"

"Dirty girl."

"Zane!"

"I love hearing my name on your lips." He reaches up and grips my wrists, forcing me further into the bed with every thrust. "Now fucking scream it for me."

My back arches off the bed, powered by something only he can give me, and I scream his name as my body shatters. I tighten around him, and his eyes squeeze shut as a primal growl escapes his lips when his release crashes over him.

"Fuck, Tessa! Fuck."

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