Page 108 of Seizing Control: Part One

I steal final tastes of her skin.

Kiss after kiss.

Lick after lick.

Over every inch I can reach.

Then the need to mark her makes me feral. The laves of my tongue turn into nibbles which morph into bites. I suck the skin on her neck. Taste the metallic tang of her blood when I puncture her bottom lip. Every sting is soothed with a kiss. Each puncture made by my teeth is licked clean.

Lily matches my intensity.

She makes my lip bleed.

Sucks it clean.

Nips at my ear lobe.

Marks my neck.

I burn with the need to keep her.

So, I do what any man in my position would do when she says, “I love you.”

I stake my claim.

“Love you more—” I sink my teeth into her bottom lip before I add. “—to Neptune and back.”

“You’re nuts.” She laughs. It’s a sound that will haunt me. “The moon is more than far enough.”

“Sweet thing, my love for you cannot be measured…” Trailing off, I battle to keep from spilling inside of my woman before I can extract one last assurance from her. “Just promise me that you’ll remember one thing in the middle of the chaos that’s to come.” Lily’s eyes plead with me to elaborate, but I deny her entreaty in order to keep her safe. “No matter where I am, your heart’s with me and mine’s with you.”

Her promise is given immediately and unconditionally. “Yes.”

She brings her forehead to mine, apparently feeling as I do, that we need the added connection as we soar toward ecstasy together. My arms band around her waist, holding her still as her walls spasm around my dick. She clenches tight, little mewls of pleasure falling from her pretty lips as I surge inside so hard it must hurt.

“Promise me, sweet thing.”

Lily whimpers, “Anything.”

“I’ll bring your heart back as soon as I can. Promise you’ll look after mine while I’m gone?”

“Promise.”

My breath catches in my throat as Lily shatters around me. I strain to hold her tight as I pump my hips in at an inhumane pace. My sweet thing rakes her nails over my back. The sting she leaves in her wake is electrifying. Blood runs down my spine, and I urge her to draw more, “That’s right, sweet thing. Tear me apart. Take me with you.”

“I’m not leaving, Zeke. You’re not leaving either. This isn’t the end.”

I take the threads of her lie and add my own spin.

“No, it’s not, ’cause I’ll be back.”

A sob is ripped from her as the undeniable truth mixes with her climax.

I lick her tears as they run down her cheeks.

The salty taste of her sorrow sends me over the edge.

I shout her name as I come.

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