Page 2 of Forever Zara

Yes! He knew better than to make her wait.

His head was already coming down to meet her mouth. They shared a long-overdue kiss that started slow, teasing with only a hint of manly tongue. And then it became fire. She whined again, unable to latch onto the pleasure he was eliciting in her shorts as he circled a gentle finger around her clit.

“You came home in a mood,” she stated, between breaths and kisses. His taste was already saturating down to her bones. Holding onto his loose hair, Zara arched up and tried to turn, so they were face to face. Only for him to pin her again.

Bossy man.

The only man who could make her want sex, no,need sex. Couldn’t do without sex with him.

“Mm. I did. In a mood to make my woman gush for me.”

God, the mouth on him. She’d blush with outrageous shock if she weren’t used to that unfiltered mouth by now. The things he said to her turned her on. Something else he used to his advantage to rile her up.

When their lips met this time, it was no teasing kiss. Rider stepped up a gear. His hand moved a little faster now with a purpose.

“Ambrosio.God.” She moaned his given name. The one she mostly only used in their bed in these intimate moments.

“You like that?”

“You know I do.”

“Yeah.” She heard his smirk. Wicked man. Beautiful man.

He was hard under her hip, and she wanted him now, inside her, making her blind with pleasure.

How perfect they were, still so wildly crazy about each other.

Three kids later, and a touch from him turned her into jello.

One intense look, and she was slipping out of her panties.

Happy relationships came with work. She and Rider worked on theirs because there was this extreme need in them both. If they were in the same room, they were touching in some small way, or he’d drag her down into his lap and whisper the most deplorably lovely things in her ear to make her blush. Zara was fair all over, skin, hair, and eyes, so she blushed a lot against her will. Rider was dark in contrast. From his deep mahogany hair, that didn’t have one grey strand yet. To his naturally olive skin, inherited from his Greek side.

She loved how they looked side by side.

He was big, and she was tiny.

They fit like perfect puzzle pieces.

Her puzzle piece was horny as hell and clamoring to get closer to him if he’d let her.

Short nails scraped gently along his hairy forearm. Rider grunted but didn’t increase his speed as he toyed with her down below. Surely he felt how wet and ready she was. She was like a freaking lake. But those sinful fingers went on plying her with stroke after stroke until she was mindlessly circling her pelvis and listening to his encouraging words of praise while he kissed her.

His lips were carved from sin, and he knew how to wield his superpower to reduce her to a yammering wreck.

Zara knew this because she’s kissed him a billion times, if not more.

She’s addicted to those masculine lips.

The ones that smirk at her because he can guess which naughty route her brain has gone down.

It’s his fault.

Rider was an expert on dirtying her up with his dark and wicked ways.

Fingers so tight squeezed her hip while his teeth scraped the bare part of her shoulder, whiskers leaving a burn on her skin.

“My cock is already worked up, Icy.” He rasped. “Keep going with your wiggling ass, and I’ll spill all over your back.”

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