Page 53 of Oliver
My fingers threaded through Zahra’s hair, tugging her head back to allow my lips free rein to the full expanse of her neck. I pulled the sensitive skin between my lips as my fingers found a pebbled nipple to tease. I made sure to leave a mark there, in a place where everyone would see. A place wherehewould see.
And when I was satisfied with my work, I claimed her mouth, deep and hard, kissing her like I was fucking her pussy with my tongue all over again, devouring the alluring sounds I elicited from her until I couldn’t breathe.
I sat back on my heels, my chest heaving, my senses flooded with everything Zahra, and I looked at her. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed, her body still quaking, and the sight of her undone sent a possessive roar through my blood.
I shoved my boxers down, my cock springing free, hard and leaking, and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself betweenZahra’s knees as I stroked my erection, spreading the slick precum beaded at the tip over my entire length.
Her gaze dropped to it, her lips parting on a shaky breath, and the raw want in her eyes snapped the last thread of my sanity.
I lined myself up and thrust into her with one hard, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. I didn’t ease into her. I couldn’t. The need was too raw, too feral, too consuming. Her eyes widened, a cry tearing from her lips as her body clenched around me, hot and tight and so fucking perfect I nearly came right then.
“Zahra,” I growled through a clenched jaw, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. My eyes locked on hers, the bright green dazed and hazy, but I was far from done, far from sated. “Remember to scream, Lumina, loud enough forhimto hear.”
From the first thrust, I was hard and relentless, each one driving a desperate moan from her lips. Her body rocked beneath me, her breasts bouncing with the force of my hips, nipples scraping my chest. She clutched my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as she anchored herself to me. Her pussy clenched with every stroke, the sound of our bodies colliding raw and obscene in the quiet room.
Zahra’s knees climbed to my ribs, her thighs trembling as she opened herself wider, letting me sink deeper, her heels digging into my sides. The angle was a wrecking ball to whatever illusion of control I still grasped at. I could see every flicker of pleasure on her face, every gasp, every shudder as her walls gripped me like a vise. Her eyes locked on mine, wild and endless, and the intimacy of it, the raw connection as I fucked her senseless, made my chest ache even as my body burned with need.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every ram, the rhythmic pounding echoing through the room as I pounded intoher with an intensity I couldn’t control. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t refined. It was messy, primal, unhinged.
Sweat dripped down my spine, slicking our skin where we pressed together, my balls slapping against her ass with every brutal stroke.
Her vocal pants filled the air, high and desperate, mixing with my own raw and animalistic groans.
“You feel so fucking good,” I snarled, my voice rough and possessive, and I leaned down to press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as I looked into her eyes. “This pussy was made for me. So tight, so wet, taking me so deep.” My teeth grazed her jaw, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp, her walls fluttering around me. “No one else gets this, Zahra. No one else gets to fuck you like this, to make you scream like this. You’re mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasped, her voice breaking as another orgasm built inside her, her body trembling beneath me, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Louder,” I growled, and Zahra let out a long, needy whimper that had my cock thickening inside her, an all-consuming fire burning through every cell in my body.
“So fucking beautiful.” I thrust harder, faster, the bed creaking under the force of it, and her walls squeezed down on me, her shrieks piercing the heavy air around us. “That’s it, Lumina, drench me in your sweet cum, show me how much you want me to mark you with mine.”
“Yes.” One word, screamed in a high-pitched voice as another orgasm crashed through her, pulled me over the edge with her, hitting me like a freight train, milking me for all I was worth. My hips jerked with a roar, and I emptied myself deep inside her, marking her in the most primal way I could.
I collapsed, my chest heaving against hers, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, our breaths ragged, the air thick with thescent of sex and jasmine. I pressed a kiss to her temple, then her forehead. Our eyes locked, and the intimacy of it—the way she looked at me, vulnerable and sated—made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t name.
“My Lumina,” I whispered, and lowered my lips over hers—a soft kiss that was in stark contrast to the unhinged sex we’d just had—then rolled us to the side, wrapping my arms around her as I held her close, her heartbeat slowing in time with mine.
For a moment, it was perfectly messy and raw. No rules, no contracts, no pretending.
In the pocket of my jeans, my phone buzzed, and reality crept in, cold and sharp.
The county records office. Emmet. The estate. The entire reason I came back to Norman. It was all waiting, the phone discarded on the floor.
Zahra and I hadn’t just crossed a line tonight, we’d burned the whole damn rulebook to ashes, and I didn’t know what that meant for usorfor my mission.
But Zahra was still in my arms. Warm. Soft. Her breath against my collarbone, her hand curled loosely over my heart. Like she belonged there.
Maybe she did.
I should let go.
I should run.
But I wasn’t leaving this bed. Not tonight. Not until I had no other choice.
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