Page 133 of Zorro

Her hand stroked him again, fingers sliding down to cup him as her mouth worked its way lower. Her lips grazed the curve of his abdomen, her tongue tracing the lines cut into his muscles. Her teeth scraped the ridge just above his hip.

“I stood there,” she murmured, “and you carved up my heart. I melted. You made me ache.”

She kissed his belly, low, then bit again, harder this time.

“I wanted to take you into my arms and never let go,” she whispered. “At the same time, I wanted to fuck you so hard you forgot everything else.”

He gasped, every muscle going taut, a shudder tearing through him.

“Everly…”

She looked up at him, her eyes fever-bright and fierce.

“When I walked into that hospital room,” she whispered, “you were lying there, wounded, devastated, and beautiful. All I could think about was your mouth. I needed your mouth. I needed to taste you. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. So I kissed you.”

She brushed her mouth over the sharp V of his hip.

“Then I ran away like a coward.”

Her hand tightened around him again, and she pulled his jutting erection up slowly, the velvet heat of him heavy in her grip. Her lips parted. Her breath was a whisper across his skin.

“I wanted you then, so very much, and now, I’m telling you this so you know.”

She took him into her mouth, just the head, sucking gently, using her tongue in slow, devastating circles until he groaned and dropped his head back against the pillows, his hands clenched tight in the sheets. The pleasure arced through him like lightning and shattered every coherent thought.

“You are,” she said between licks, her voice thick with heat and reverence, “the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, inside and out.”

She licked him again, firmer now, letting her tongue drag the length of him.

“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth,” she said, eyes locked to his, “until you come undone.”

Her mouth closed over him again, deeper this time, hungrier, and all he could do was hold on and try to survive her love.

She didn’t tease this time. She just closed her mouth over him and took him deep.

Zorro’s whole body arched, his hands flying to the sheets, fisting them hard as a broken groan tore from his chest. Her mouth was hot silk, her tongue a slow stroke of mercy and damnation in equal measure. She sucked gently at first, building pressure with a rhythm that felt like worship, like penance, like a claim.

His breath fractured.

“Everly,” he gasped, voice frayed, every syllable choked with disbelief. “Everly, baby—God…”

She moaned low around him, and the vibration made his hips jerk upward. Her fingers tightened around his base, holding him steady as her mouth moved again, deeper this time, her throat swallowing him inch by inch.

His hand reached for her, reflex, desperation, but she batted it away, one hand bracing hard against his thigh, pressing him down.

Stay.

Her mouth slid up slowly, her tongue teasing the underside with cruel, tender reverence, then sank again, deeper, firmer, pulling him into her like he belonged there. Like she’d been made to taste him. Like the act itself was a benediction.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned. His voice was broken, nothing like the strong, controlled medic she’d known. He was unraveling. For her. Only her.

She pulled back just far enough to let him see her.

“I want it all,” she whispered, her voice raw with truth. “I want you to come undone for me. I want to feel it. To know I broke you in the best way.”

Then she dropped again.

Sucked him harder.

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