Page 41 of Clash of Sin and Secret

Scottie

Am I really doing this? The question flickers in my mind for the briefest moment of panic before I push it down and shut it out. I used to have unwavering faith in Zane’s love for me. And yes, he hurt me, but his actions were still rooted in love.

He said he needs me and there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s true because I need him, too.

And I’ve always needed him—that never stopped.

Standing against him, held in the warmth of his embrace, the last of my resistance fades and a rush of the old me breaks through the walls I’ve shielded myself within for much too long.

Easing back, I press my palms on both sides of his face and meet his gaze. “Never push me away again. I won’t survive it a second time.”

Zane swallows. “Never. I swear it. I know what it is to be without you and never want to live that way again.”

Neither do I.

Reaching up onto my tiptoes, I pull his face down to mine. “Then this is your do-over. Show me how you wish things had gone that night.”

Shock takes over his expression and then his brows pinch. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you need me, but I need you, too. I’m tired of holding you at a distance. If we’re doing this, we’re all in. Friends. Lovers. Partners. All of it.”

His eyes widen and he seems to consider that for the briefest of moments. Then our mouths crash together in a heated rush of desperation.

His hands are everywhere—wrapping around me, sliding up the back of my neck to grip my hair, caressing my ass—crushing me against him.

He’s only wearing silk lounge pants, so there’s no concealing the erection pressing into my belly.

Yes.This is how it should’ve been when I came to him. No. Not then, while he wasn’t in control.

In the time we were apart, I learned to stand on my own and figured out who I am and what I want.

Reaching between us, I pull the drawstring of his pants at the same time he shoves my stretch pants down my thighs. It’s a frantic frenzy, both of us desperate to get at the other.

I pant, my breath coming quickly as he palms my pussy and gives me a gentle squeeze.

“Are you sure?” The warmth of his breath skims over my neck. He nips at the racing pulse flooding through my jugular and a rush of wet heat meets his fingers as his hand slides beneath the cotton of my underpants.

“I’m sure.” Heat flushes into my cheeks. I might be embarrassed at how wanton I am, except it’s Zane and he’s just as out of control. “Erase the last time from my memory. Claim me, Zane. Show me you love me.”

The room blurs as he moves, and I close my eyes to keep from getting dizzy. The Rembrandt rattles beside me as he lifts me off the ground and pins me against the wall. His vampire strength is put to the best possible use as he holds me in place and strips my bottom half bare.

The cool air of the room hits my heated flesh and my nipples tighten.

“I love you, Scots.” He draws his tongue up the column of my throat as he shifts his stance. With my legs wrapped around his hips, the thick head of his cock brushes the wet heat of my folds. “I’ll say it a thousand times if it helps. I love you.”

Gripping the fleshy rounds of my butt, he thrusts upward, slicking his cock as he presses inside my hot entrance. His mouth closes over my neck and his fangs pierce my flesh.

The dual penetration is incredible.

A throaty cry tears out of me as the sting of his bite zings straight to my core. Vampire bites hurt at first, but it’s a pain with the promise of endless pleasure.

My entire body shudders in his hold as he begins a slow, sensual suck and his cock stretches me open.

“You’re so wet.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

He adjusts his hold on the back of my thighs and presses his hips forward, hitting something delicious inside me.

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