Page 35 of Zeke
He helped her with the remaining toggles, his hands shaking as he peeled the tunic away from her shoulders. When the leather fell away, baring her to the waist, he went stone still.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Draanth,” he whispered, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin. “Look at you.”
His hands skimmed along her ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She gasped, arching into his touch, and felt his restraint slip another notch. The way he looked at her, like she was something precious, made her ache for him.
“More,” she said, her voice barely recognizable. “I want more.”
His eyes locked with hers as he eased the leather leggings down her hips, his gaze never leaving her face. She saw the moment his control dissolved… when she lay naked beneath him in the firelight, skin flushed and ready.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, his hands mapping every curve, every hollow.
He lowered his head to her throat, pressing hot kisses along the column of her neck. She moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he worked his way lower, tasting every inch of skin he’d bared. When his mouth captured her nipple, she cried out, her back arching off the furs.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Let me hear you.”
His hand slid down her stomach, fingers trailing warmth across her skin. When he reached the junction of her thighs, her pussy was already slick with need, her body ready for his touch.
“So wet,” he said, his fingers parting her folds with reverent care. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips lifting. “God, yes.”
He found her clit, circling the swollen bud. A helpless sound escaped her as she writhed, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. His eyes never left her face, watching every expression that crossed her features.
“You’re so draanthing responsive,” he said, increasing the pressure on her clit until she whimpered. “So perfect.”
She was coming apart under his touch, pleasure building with each stroke of his fingers. He slid a finger deep inside her and she clenched around him, her body desperate for more.
“Please,” she begged, not even sure what she was asking for. “Zeke, please?—”
He added a second finger, stretching her, while his thumb continued working her clit. The dual sensation drove her higher, closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice dark with authority. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
His words pushed her over the edge and her orgasm crashed through her in waves, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she cried out his name. He worked her through it, his fingers gentle but steady, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.
When she finally collapsed back against the furs, boneless and sated, he watched her with pure male satisfaction. His cock was pressed hard and ready against her thigh through his pants, evidence of how much her pleasure had affected him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “So draanthing beautiful.”
She was still catching her breath when she reached down to palm his cock through the leather. He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking into her grasp. The sound he made, desperate and raw, sent another pulse of want through her already sensitive body.
Her fingers worked at the leather ties of his pants. The leather was soft from wear, and warm from his body heat. When she finally freed his cock, her breath caught.
Holy shit.
He was massive. Thick as her wrist, and her fingers didn’t even come close to meeting when she wrapped them around him. Dark veins traced along the shaft, and pre-cum already beaded at the tip. Her pussy clenched at the sight.
Yeah, that’s gonna hurt so good.
She leaned down, breathing him in… musk and heat and something that made her mouth water. Her lips were inches from his cock when his hand caught her chin, tilting her face up.
“What are you doing?” His yellow eyes studied her with laser focus.
She looked up at him. The way he watched her, like a predator who knew exactly what his prey was about to do and wanted it bad, made her stomach flip.
“Oh.” The word came out breathy. “You’ve never?—”
