Page 142 of Symphony for Lies

My hair fell around her face as I drank her in. Her hazel eyes, fuck, those eyes, they no longer held hesitation or doubt. No.

They burned with something far more dangerous.

Desire.

She didn’t have to say a word.

Her eyes were my command.

Her heart, my fucking obsession.

I would give her everything.

Everything.

Well, except for one thing. She was never leaving me again.

I ripped her flimsy nightgown down the middle.

She gasped, lips parting into the cutest pout as she looked down at the ruined fabric.

“Zane!”

“I’ll buy you another one.” My patience was gone.

I tossed the fabric aside, dragging my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor.

I saw her.

And for a moment, just a brief, punishing moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Fuck.

Her skin was silk. Her curves fucking perfect. Every inch of her was a temptation, a slow, agonizing torture designed just for me.

My dick twitched.

I wanted her. Needed her so fucking much it burned.

What I felt wasn’t some fleeting love. It was dark, possessive, and unforgiving.

Amelia wasn’t just any woman. She was mine.

I spread her legs apart, taking in the sight of her glistening, needy pussy.

I gulped.

She was dripping wet. For me.

My fingers dug into her thighs as I dragged the tip of my cock along her slick entrance. My breath was heavy with the effort it took to wait.

To savor.

To not lose control.

But I couldn’t.

I sank into her body, inch by inch, watching as she stretched around me, her walls squeezing and pulling me deeper.

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