Page 12 of Offside Angel

“Fuck, Mira,” he groans. “Like fucking silk.”

In one move, he rips my hand away, pins our tangled fingers to the mattress, and sinks into me.

I whimper as he stretches me. When he’s buried deep, he drops his forehead to mine. “Perfect.”

I’m not sure if he means me or the way we fit together or the way this feels.

I agree, anyway.

“Yes.” I lift my hips, rolling against him and taking him deeper. “Yes.”

He retreats and then dips in and out of me in tiny increments that build a slow and steady fire in my core.

“Zane…!” I grab his ass and try to take him deeper.

“I want to touch you like this all night.” He takes my nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the pebbled tip. “I don’t want it to end. We have so much lost time to make up for.”

“We can’t do it in one night.”

We can’t do it at all, actually. This is it. The end.

He teases me open once and again. He slides deeper with each thrust until he’s finally filling me. Until I’m clawing at his back and catching my breath and?—

“I’m coming!” I gasp.

I bite his shoulder to stifle my scream, but Zane presses me down to the mattress and watches me fall apart. The few seconds I can manage to crack my eyes open, he’s studying me with a hungry expression.

He pulls out of me, still hard, and kisses down the center of my body. Then he grips my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed.

My hair fans out above my head, my limp arms stretched out to either side. I’m spent and Zane is sliding into me again.

“How many times can I make you come?” he asks, almost to himself. If there’s a scientific study, I’d volunteer.

Heat is already building between my legs, and I toss my head to the side, weak and wanting. And I gasp.

“The door is still open!” I throw my arms over my chest like I might be able to retroactively keep anyone who might have walked by from seeing anything. “You never closed it after you?—”

Zane scoops me into his arms, still inside of me, and carries me across the room.

The frame is cracked and splintered, but when Zane kicks the door closed, it latches somehow. He presses me against it and drives into me like we never stopped. Like this is the only thing we were made to do. The only thing we could ever need.

I kiss him, swirling our tongues together and telling him in the only way I know how that I want nothing more than to be here with him.

I want to stay, my kiss says. I would give anything to keep you.

My legs are wrapped around his waist and he finds my hands. Our fingers tangle together and he lifts them over my head, holding me between his hands and his cock. He drives into me until our lips break apart. It’s all I can do to keep breathing and take him.

The door rattles in the frame and I’m sure everyone in the rooms beside, above, and below us can hear what we’re doing, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone.

“Mira,” Zane pants, driving into me harder and faster. I feel his hips stutter and he’s close, I’m close, we’re both so fucking close.

My body quivers with the start of another orgasm that doesn’t even feel possible when suddenly?—

“More,” Zane demands. He drops me to my feet and spins me around.

My hands slap against the wood door as he fills me from behind with a groan that I feel in every dark, shadowy corner of my heart.

If I loved him any less, I’d stay. I’d steal every last touch and kiss and orgasm he wanted to give me until my past caught up with us both and he had to pay the price.

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