Page 144 of The Holiday Heartbreaker

She was familiar with her body, and what gave her pleasure.

But she hadn’t fully been prepared for him. While she might understand what the crescendo of pleasure was leading to, she hadn’t fully anticipated how intense it would be to receive this kind of pleasure from another person.

Suddenly, she started trembling everywhere, and her orgasm broke over her. She clung to his shoulders, moving her hips against his hand, restlessly trying to soothe the ache deep within her.

“Zane,” she panted.

“I like it when you say my name,” he said, lifting his head and looking at her, directly in the eyes. He reached around and cupped the back of her head, kissed her hard as he pushed his fingers through her hair and held her fast, guiding her movements as he did so. He kissed her deep.

And she began to tremble more.

It was shocking. The idea that she could be this turned on this quickly.

But soon, she was on the verge again, from his kiss. From the deep slide of his tongue against hers.

It was so glorious.

“Bed,” he said, the word a short, decisive command, but there was no doubt about the fact that it was a command.

She nodded and, wearing nothing but her underwear, took the walk to the bedroom. She could feel his eyes on her. It was a power move, this. Giving her orders, watching her fulfill them. He liked it, and so did she.

He shut the bedroom door, even though there was no need, not out here. But there was something erotic about it. Something decisive. He moved over to the nightstand, every motion methodical. He opened the drawer, and he took out a box of condoms. Her breath was coming in short, hard bursts again, her heart beating so hard she thought it might go through her chest.

“Panties,” he said. “Off.”

He was still fully clothed, but she’d said that she wanted to take orders, wanted to please him, so she knew that she had to obey. She took them off slowly, and far from being embarrassed, she was aroused by watching his face as she revealed the entirety of her body to him.

“Well, Little Red,” he said. “Good thing my mouth is all the better to eat you with.”

She shivered. And he moved to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, and moving his hand slowly down her back. Down to her rear again.

Then he lowered himself to his knees, roughly parting her thighs and angling his mouth to center over the most intimate part of her. He licked her, deep. It was so hot, so arousing and shocking, that she cried out, steadying herself on his shoulders. He took her leg and draped it around him, opening her to him, as he began to lick deeper and deeper into her body.

All she could do was cling to him, trying to brace herself. Trying to do anything to keep from melting into a puddle. To keep from collapsing entirely.

He pushed two fingers inside of her, the stretch foreign, and slightly painful.

He growled as he held her fast over his mouth, going deeper, harder.

And she shattered again, completely unable to believe that he had managed to call a second peak of pleasure from her body like this. With such efficiency. With such ruthlessness.

And then she found herself being picked up off the ground and laid on the bed.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeyed him, lying there with her thighs parted, completely open to him. Completely bare.

“Good,” he said. He took his shirt off, and it took her breath away. He was even better looking than she had realized from far away yesterday. His body even more muscular, more sculpted. She could see the tattoos now. A dragon that wrapped all the way around his midsection. Smoke curling up his shoulder.

A wave done in a similar style, reaching up past his hipbone.

He undid the buckle on his jeans, undid the button, the zipper. Then took them down along with his underwear, and boots. He was completely naked. And she could see that the ink on his leg began down at his knee and extended upward. She also saw that...

He was quite a bit bigger than she had anticipated. Again, she wasn’t totally naive. She’d seen pictures of naked men. Aroused naked man. But she thought that men who were featured in such photographs were bound to be much more generously endowed than other men.

He exceeded them.

But she didn’t feel fear. A pulse quickened in anticipation deep within her core. It was a good thing that she liked pain.

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