Page 56 of Zayrik

She nodded, fingers clawing into my shoulders. “I hate how much I want you.”

I kissed the underside of her jaw, dragged my lips to her mouth, slow this time. “I don’t.”

Her taste was one of defiance and heat. Her moan vibrated against my tongue, and I took it. Claimed it. Matched it.

Clothes shifted. Skin burned. My name slipped from her lips between kisses, and I nearly came undone right there.

But I wasn’t rushing this.

Not anymore.

Not when I’d waited this long.

Not when she finally let herself feel it.

Her head tipped back, exposing her throat, and I kissed the line of it slowly. Tender. Reverent. Possessive.

“Zayrik,” she breathed.

That was all it took.

I grabbed her thighs, pressing harder between her legs, pinning her with my body like I could anchor her to me.

“You’re mine now,” I said, voice thick. “Even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“I never said I didn’t,” she whispered, barely audible.

I met her eyes.

And that was it.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

And neither was she.

Our kiss deepened, fierce and claiming.

I felt her melt against me, felt every hard edge between us soften into something primal.

My mating marks flared, hot, aching beneath my skin. Her hands moved over me like she’d waited her whole life for this.

Her jacket hit the floor. Mine followed.

Clothes came off in rushed, trembling motions, and gods help me, I was already half gone. She was fire and friction and everything I hadn’t let myself want.

Her back hit the wall this time. The breath we shared felt stolen. Sacred. I cupped her face, kissing her slow just once, then let the heat take over.

My mouth found her neck, her collarbone, then lower. She arched into me as I sucked one nipple into my mouth, her gasp jagged, fingers threading into my hair like she was afraid I’d stop. I didn’t. I couldn’t.

My hands slid over the curve of her waist, gripping her ass and lifting her again, pinning her between me and the wall.

Her thighs locked around me, dragging me closer, and I felt her nails rake down my back, raw and claiming.

She was everywhere. On me, around me, pulling me in with every breathless moan. And I took my time, letting my fingers explore, letting her grind against me until her hips were rolling and her breath stuttered.

When I slid my hand between us and found her slick and ready, I nearly lost it. She gasped my name as I sank into her, tight heat dragging a curse from my lips.

Her head hit the wall with a soft thud, hands scrambling for purchase on my shoulders, my back, pulling me deeper. I thrust slow at first. Savoring the way her breath hitched, the way her nails dug in, but it didn’t last.

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