Page 84 of Symphony for Lies

My fingers traveled down his back, desperate to feel him, to tear away the last barriers between us.

His tie. His shirt. Everything fell to the floor.

Zane let out a low, heated groan as we kissed in frenzied passion.

He guided me to the bed, his weight pressing me into the sheets.

There was the sound of his nightstand drawer sliding open and the sound of foil tearing before he kissed me again.

He moved lower. And lower. His fingers hooked under my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders.

My face flushed as my body tensed in anticipation.

Zane’s sinful gaze lifted to mine as a slow, crooked smile curved his lips. They brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. A tease.

Nevertheless, I sucked in a sharp breath. My body was on fire.

And then, I felt his tongue.

A sharp, pleasure-drenched jolt of lightning shot through me, making my legs tremble.

I fisted the sheets, gasping as he licked deeper inside me, pushing me to the edge with every languid stroke.

He moaned against me, and the vibration sent a pulse of delight through every nerve in my body.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me down, keeping me exactly where he wanted.

Writhing beneath his hold, the sensations overwhelmed every thought. I almost believed it was too much until he sucked my clit.

Involuntarily, I arched off the bed.“Zane—!”

His grip tightened as his relentless tongue stroked harder and faster,

I was unraveling. Drowning.

Every time he flicked his tongue against my clit, I felt like I was about to burst into flames.

Abruptly, he pulled away before I could reach that peak.

His lips trailed up my stomach to my breasts, leaving a scorching path behind.

I barely had a second to breathe before he slid on the condom, spread my legs, and thrust into me in one fast motion.

I wordlessly cried out. The fullness and sheer intensity stole my voice.

Zane let out a deep, broken moan, his forehead resting against mine.“Fuck, Amelia…”

He held still for a moment, letting me adjust. His fingers tenderly stroked over my stomach and ribs.

And when I was ready, he moved.Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate.

Pleasure flooded my veins, the lingering ache melting into something unbearably sweet.

His hips snapped forward harder, faster.

“Does it feel good?” he rasped, pressing a kiss against my ear.

I tried to answer, but only a broken moan escaped.

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