Page 74 of Symphony for Lies

His hips snapped forward, harder, faster, each movement sending me spiraling toward the edge.

“Zane—” My voice broke off as my entire body locked up, pleasure hitting me like a tidal wave.

I shattered. I came with a breathless, helpless cry, my walls clenching around him.

Zane groaned against my skin, his hips moving in frantic and erratic jerks, and with one final deep thrust, he buried himself inside me as he found his release.

But he didn’t stop.

His mouth swallowed my gasps as he kept moving, chasing another high.

His fingers slid between my legs, teasing my already sensitive bundle of nerves, his body never once leaving mine.

He was hard again, and the realization made something flare inside me.

He smirked against my lips, his hands gripping my thighs as he thrust into me deeper without a warning.

My body jolted, overstimulation sending shocks of ecstasy through me.

“You feel too fucking good.” His voice was raw, possessive.

I couldn’t do anything but take it and let him ruin me completely.

And when he came again, I followed over the edge. Limp, wrecked, and utterly consumed by him.

Finally, he pulled out, his warmth replaced by cool air against my overheated skin.

He collapsed beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me against him.

He planted a lingering kiss on my shoulder, his breath coming out in uneven pants. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Chapter 17

The room was quiet, filled only with the symphony of our breaths.

Zane lay beside me, his arm heavy and possessive around my waist. His fingers curled slightly against my bare stomach as if his body refused to let go, even in sleep.

His steady, warm, rhythmic breathing ghosted over the back of my neck.

I was frozen.

My mind raced. My heartbeat was an erratic thumping in my chest.

I just had sex with him.

The words bounced chaotically in my skull, making my stomach twist in knots.

I had sex with Zane Cole.

Not just any sex. It had been a raw, overwhelming, unfiltered passion that left me shaking.

And we weren’t even together. I wasn’t his. And he wasn’t mine.

Mrs. Cole’s voice slithered through my mind, her warning dripping in venomous contempt.Stay away from my son.

A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat. Well, we fucked. So, there’s that.

I inhaled sharply, forcing the thought away as I carefully, painstakingly began to untangle myself from Zane’s grip.

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