Page 13 of The Hotshot's Prize
She’s mine.
Even if she doesn’t know it yet, I do.
I lean in, pressing my mouth to her jaw, then lower, to her neck, the space below her ear that makes her gasp and writhe, that sweet little moan tumbling out of her throat.
“Zack…” she whispers, and fuck, hearing my name on her lips like that? I almost lose it.
I want to devour her. Worship her. Brand her from the inside out. But I take my time.
She’s never done this before.
I keep remembering that, remembering the way her eyes widened when I first touched her, how every reaction was raw and real, how tight her fingers gripped me when she came apart under my hands.
She deserves more than a quick, messy fuck against the cave wall. She deserves a first time that makes the world fade away.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I murmur, dragging my thumb over one hardened nipple then down the center of her chest, watching her body arch toward me. “You have all the power, baby. Just say the word.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
Christ.
I settle between her thighs and kiss her again, slow and deep. I want to feel every inch of her. I want her so full of me, she forgets the world outside this cave exists.
As I move lower, she spreads her legs for me without hesitation. Trusting. Open.
Perfect. She’s perfect.
I trail kisses down her stomach until I’m at the top of her thighs, nudging her legs wider, taking in the gorgeous sight of her completely bare for me.
“Zack…” she whispers again, her voice shaking.
“I’ve got you,” I promise, my voice thick with dark lust. “You just keep making those sweet sounds and let me take care of you.”
She gasps as I bury my face between her thighs, sliding my tongue over her clit, stroking, sucking…savoring the way her hips jerk and her hand flies to my hair. Her thighs clamp around my head, and I groan against her, eating her like I’ve gone feral.
I don’t stop until she’s panting, her fingers gripping me like a lifeline, her body shuddering as she falls apart with a cry that echoes through the cave.
She’s still whimpering when I crawl back up her body, kissing the wet trails on her cheeks, holding her until her breath catches.
Her eyes meet mine. “I want you,” she says, her voice ringing with certainty.
My heart pounds harder.
“You have me,” I say roughly, settling back over her. “All of me.”
She’s warm and slick and ready, and my cock throbs as I press it gently between her thighs.
She tenses a little.
“I’ll go slow,” I promise, brushing my mouth over hers. “So fucking slow.”
She nods, eyes wide, vulnerable. But she wants this. Wants me. I can tell what she’s thinking at every point and that makes my blood roar with lust. She’s so fucking pure. So guileless.
I reach between us and guide myself to her entrance, slowly pushing in, inch by inch. She gasps and I freeze.
“You okay?” My voice is tight. I’m barely holding on.
She nods, breath catching. “Just…big. Stretching.”
