Page 74 of Zorro

It was a delirium in her blood now, burning through her veins, ripping through her cells. The havoc of it coated her skin, pulsed between her thighs, and hammered in her chest.

Her voice cracked on the truth she couldn’t hold back. “Oh God, yes…I want to hurt you so good. Remake you. Then hurt you all over again.”

She ran her palm down the ridged muscle of his back, slid lower, across his ribs to his hip. He groaned, that sound soaked in torment and desire.

“Any armor I had disintegrated the moment I laid eyes on you.” His voice was raw, stripped bare. “You’re already inside me. Let me in, Everly. I’m begging you to do your worst.”

He pressed his face into her neck, stubble dragging against her skin, igniting her breasts, her belly, her core.

He rocked his hips, dragging the thick weight of his cock against her, all that heat, all that promise, and she couldn’t help the broken sound that escaped her. She clutched him tighter, pressed her cheek to the silk of his hair, her body trembling with the sharp need to let him in everywhere.

He groaned again, almost delirious, and a string of Spanish flowed out of him. “Please. Fuck, Everly…do your worst. Am I still dreaming?” She held him tighter, fingers threading through his hair, grounding herself in the realness of him. She clung to him, chest pressed to his, heartbeat thundering through her. “If you are,” she whispered, “we’re trapped inside together.”

Then she pushed him back.

Hard.

He fell into the mattress, eyes wide, breath stolen, and she followed, touching him with aching purpose. Her mouth crashed onto his, open and seeking, devouring his breath like she needed it more than her own. When she pulled back, her lips trailed down his cheek, his jaw, then the strong column of his throat.

Her voice trembled against his skin. “Let me do my best…right now.”

She kissed lower.

“I need you on my tongue. Just…dream a little longer.”

What he released then was the most devastating sound she’d ever heard, a torn, desperate, masculine plea. Part groan. Part gasp. Part sob.

Like her touch had broken something in him…and he wanted it broken.

“Tell me not to move, Everly,” he panted, voice ragged, body trembling beneath her.

“You’re in me, my body, my mind, my goddamned heart, and I want you so fucking badly. Take me. Hurt me. Break me.” His head thrashed against the pillow, his hips thrusting helplessly beneath her, and his voice broke into a hoarse plea, “Only you can do this to me. I need you.”

Her hands moved, sweeping over his scalp, fingers threading tightly through the thick strands of his hair. She held him, anchored him. She smiled, slow and devastating. “Let’s see some of that legendary discipline, my magnificent querido.” She leaned in, lips grazing his jaw, her breath a whisper of heat. “You’ve spent your life enduring what would break most men. Trained to survive anything…” Her voice dropped lower, into a sultry promise. “Let’s see how long you last…when I use every weapon in my arsenal.”

His body went still.

His eyes burned, molasses-thick, molten with heat, and when he smiled, that grin, slow and ruinous, it was laced with such devastating promise she nearly came on the spot.

“I never quit, querida. Never.” His voice was gravel and smoke. “But give in?” He paused, his gaze dragging over every inch of her like a brand. “Maybe after you do your worst…” The grin deepened. “…it’ll be my turn to do mine.”

“That seems only fair.”

Settling between his legs, she leaned forward and captured one of his rigid nipples between her lips. She laved the erect nub of flesh with her tongue and grazed the tip with the edge of her teeth. A groan rumbled up from his chest as she traversed her way lower, spreading hot, wet kisses on his taut, flat belly.

The scars just below his ribs caught her attention. She’d stitched both of them, one in Niamey, and one so recently in the Philippines. She kicked herself for grieving a man who never saw her and resisting a man who only ever saw her. She kissed the raised skin, caressing him with her tongue and heard him suck in a surprised breath in response to her tender ministration. Finally, she came to his thick, straining erection, and even that part of him was as gorgeous and magnificent as the man himself. She wrapped her fingers around the hard, velvet-textured length of him and felt him pulse in her tight grip. A drop of pre-come appeared, and she smeared the silky moisture over the big, plum-shaped head of his cock.

This man was hers, now.

She took him in her wet mouth, his skin hot and salty against the stroke of her tongue. He shuddered and tangled his hands in her damp hair, and she sucked him, taking him as deep as she could. She pleasured him with her mouth, teased him with her tongue, and aroused him to a fever pitch of need that made his entire body shake with the restraint of trying to hold back. “Oh, Christ,” he breathed and frantically tried to tug her back up. “If you don’t stop now, I’m gonna come.”

Reluctant to stop, she wanted them to experience this together for the first time. Sliding her hand across his naked chest, she pressed him back, and he caught her head, his mouth hot and needy, holding her lips to his as he yielded to the light pressure. She straddled his hips.

His breath caught, his voice so gruff it was barely audible as he whispered against her mouth. “Yes, please, babe.”

“All of you,” she murmured softly, then, rising, she guided him into her. His whole body tensed as she slowly settled her weight on him, and on a ragged intake of air, he tightened his arms around her, molding her against him. Aware of every breath, every heartbeat, every movement he made, Everly began to slowly slide down onto his hard cock, wanting to immerse him in a pleasure so intense it would swamp his senses, to experience the full measure of his need, to be engulfed with his response whether wild or gentle.

Bracketing his face with her hands, she held his head immobile as she moved against him, her mouth brushing against his with provoking lightness, locking her hips against his as he chased her mouth over and over again. When she transitioned to a slow, tormenting rhythm, he grasped her hips as her mouth continued to tease that full, tantalizing mouth.

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