Page 75 of Zorro

“Fuck, fuck, fuuccck, Everly,” he whispered.

A low growl vibrated in his throat, lost in what she was doing to that hard, penetrating cock, and the tease of her mouth always just a breath away. His breathing fragmented as she moved over him, controlling the rhythm, giving him fast or slow, deep or deeper, all with unplanned twists of her hips.

Hauling in a ragged breath, he dragged his hands up her back, and she launched an assault on his senses as she settled deeper on him. A tremor coursed through him, and she felt him struggle against the need she was creating in him. “You don’t need control here with me. I’ve got you…and everything you are is so beautiful, what a man should be, you are that and so much more.”

His breath stuttered, and his eyes went moist, shining with a stunned quality that made her jerk against him. His released breath hissed out in surrender, and Everly experienced a rush of emotion so overwhelming that it left her unsteady, but she forced her body to respond, moving against him, pushing him deeper and deeper into sensations.

“Give me your mouth, mujer diablo,” he whispered. She brushed his lips, and he groaned, “Provocar dolor.”

“Come and get it, pícaro tentador,” she whispered. “Diablo guapo.” Rising, she drew him with her, and all that softness in his eyes coalesced into a hard umber flint. He cried out, his eyes closing as his body bowed, then drifted back open, his darkened gaze locked with hers. His Spanish was so fast, she couldn’t understand.

Capturing the back of her head, he ground his mouth against hers, his other arm banded across her lower back, holding her in place as he thrust those powerful hips, driving his cock rapidly and deeply into her until she was almost mindless. “You’re madness,” he whispered raggedly.

Then rolled her onto her back.

“Losing control already,” she asked as she ran her hands down that hard, taut back, all the way to his fine ass. Then back up to the nape of his neck. “Kiss me,” she whispered, loving the texture, his words making her even weaker. “Or I’m going to combust, and we’ll never make it to the good part.”

He stilled for just a moment, chest rising over hers, the breath between them gone too fast to catch. Then, like something inside him snapped loose, he moved with a kind of hunger that had waited so goddamned long it had turned desperate.

His lips claimed hers in a kiss that didn’t start soft. It started real.

Hot. Bruising. Hungry.

Her gasp caught between them as he sank into her mouth, his hand fisting in her hair like he needed to anchor himself to her or risk floating into the void. He tasted of heat and salt and everything she’d been starving for. His mouth was firm, coaxing, coaxing, coaxing, then demanding.

Her hands moved greedily up his back, over his shoulders, around to his chest. She could feel the muscle shift under her palms, the coiled strength of a body honed by combat, softened only by the moan he gave into her mouth when she bit his bottom lip.

He jerked, barely restrained, and pulled back just enough to breathe but only barely.

“Jesus Christ, Everly,” he rasped, his forehead against hers, his voice trembling. “You kiss like you’re trying to brand me.”

“I am,” she whispered, pulling him back down. “You’re mine.”

He groaned, a full-body groan, deep and rough and devastating, and then kissed her again, harder this time, deeper. His hand slid down to her waist, then her hip, then around to her ass, gripping her to feel the things he’d only been aching to.

She pressed against him, slick and flushed and fierce, her legs slipping around his hips, her body begging his without shame, without apology.

His smooth, velvet cock throbbed against her wet center, caught between them, thick and flushed, still hard as hell. He kissed her until her back arched and her fingers clawed through his hair. Until her mouth broke from his on a whimper. Until her body said yes, a hundred different ways. He kissed her like he was remembering her, rewriting everything they’d been until now.

He kissed her until she moaned into his mouth, and then his hands moved, slow at first, like he was rediscovering something he already knew by heart.

His palm swept up her ribcage, skimming the curve of her breast with the barest graze, his thumb brushing just beneath it, teasing, tantalizing. When she arched into him, wordless and open, he groaned like that small invitation had gutted him.

He cupped her breast in his hand like he was holding something precious, his thumb circling her nipple once…then again…until she gasped and shuddered.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel like everything I’ve ever wanted to protect.”

His mouth dropped to her throat, kissing a line from her jaw to her collarbone, nipping the hollow before soothing it with his tongue. His hand moved to her other breast, learning her with his fingers, gentle and commanding all at once, his hips grinding softly into hers.

Everly’s hands roamed his body, greedy and sure now, unable to get enough of the swell of his shoulders, the hard slope of his back, the shifting planes of muscle along his waist. She ran her palms down his chest, her fingers brushing the scars just beneath his ribs.

“You were shot here,” she whispered.

He nodded against her skin. “Twice.”

Her fingers traced it. “You let it bleed the second time while you saved lives. Your dedication is so a part of you. I want to ravage you all over again.”

He lifted his head, eyes wild and dark. “I’m taking my turn. Locked and loaded, babe.”

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