Page 6 of Tempting Fate

My choices.

My thoughts.

Destroyed. Dangerous. Disgraced.

What if I make a bad decision that puts Zeke at risk this time?

“Eyes on mine.” Zeke’s demand shatters the shame spiral I’m caught in. His fingers bite into the soft flesh on the inside of my thighs as he pushes my legs open. Exposed to the morning air and his ravenous gaze, I squirm. It’s too intense. Being bare before the man I love. Exposed to our emotional connection. Trapped by the trust, I promised him. “Let me worship, Lily. Let me show you exactly how much I love ya, sweet thing.”

Unarmed, naked, and on his knees before me, Zeke is as vulnerable as I am. It’s rare to see him without his cut and at least one weapon strapped to his body or within reach. His lack of defence soothes me. Reminds me that our trust goes two ways. I’m the only person he reveals his full self to, he’s the only person I allow to see my brokenness, which helps me shake off Alex’s poison to concentrate on the man who would literally kill for me.

When Zeke dips his head to press the flattened tip of his tongue to my clit, my hips jerk, my butt lifts from the couch. His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place, forcing me to accept every touch. Lapping at me with his tongue, working me over with dedication, the powerful man kneeling between my legs trails his fingertips over my skin. He tap-dances along my hip bones, runs his palms over my abdomen to cradle the underside of my breasts.

All the while, his tongue doesn’t stop moving.

He licks my clit, making shapes that curl my toes.

He spears my entrance, and I jolt at the sensation.

When Zeke’s thumbs flick over my nipples, I curl upright. His big tattoo-covered body stops me from moving, my arms caught in the knotted t-shirt, my ankles bound by my tattered panties. After he nips at my clit with his teeth, one tattooed hand drops between my thighs. A light spanking of my clit is the only warning I get before two fingers are pushed inside my overstimulated body. My walls clamp down on his fingers, the telltale tingle of an impending orgasm building in my lower belly.

“That’s right, sweet thing. Keep your eyes on me,” Zeke croons. His breath is warm where it flows over my sensitive flesh. He pumps his fingers faster. I arch my back as my thighs start to tremble. “Yeah, Lily. There ya go. You’re gonna come. Aren’t ya, sweet thing?”

“Zeke,” I whimper his name as he drives me toward the abyss. “God.”

“Come on, Cherub, you’re almost there.” My walls spasm, gripping his fingers tight as my hips move of their own volition. The rhythm of his thrusting hand gains tempo. I throw my head back as far as I can, moaning when Zeke tweaks one of my nipples and hums over my clit. “That’s right, sweet thing. Ride that wave. Come on my hand.” The sounds I make as I tumble over the edge of blossoming bliss into ecstasy would be embarrassing if I was conscious of them. “Good girl, Lil. So beautiful. Flushed and needin’ a hard fuck… after I make you come again, that is.”

Before I can come back down to earth, Zeke frees my limbs, then sweeps me from the couch and tosses me over his shoulder. He carries me through our living room, down the long hall, and into our bedroom. I expect to be thrown onto the bed and covered with his body, but he keeps moving. The sound of the shower being turned on is the only clue I have to the location of my promised second orgasm before Zeke steps under the waterfall and then I’m lowered to my feet.

“Gonna fuck you now, sweet thing.”

Trapped between Zeke’s body and the cold tiled wall at my back, I smile. Pressing my palms to his cheeks, I pillow my breasts against his chest and plaster my body to his. I make him angle his face so I can kiss his forehead, then I press my lips to Zeke’s.

“I love you.” After running my teeth over his bottom lip, I kiss him a second time. “To the moon and back.”

“Fuck the moon, metukà shelì. I love you to Neptune and back.” He grins at me. “It’s the furthest planet from earth.”

“You got that little fact from Hunter, didn’t you?”

The humour in Zeke’s gaze doesn’t match the faux urgency in his voice when he tells me, “Never wanna hear you mention that little shit when I’m about to put my dick in you.”

“I’m getting dick, am I?” I tilt my head to the side, then slide my hand between our bodies. “This dick?”

“This dick,” Zeke responds, tipping his head back when I work him up and down with my hand. “Definitely this dick, only ever this dick, sweet thing.”

My teeth are cruel as I nip at the cords in his neck and the soft skin above his collar bone. My grip on his hard length increases, my thumb brushing the sensitive underside of his circumcised head on each up stroke. I jack him off with longer pumps, edging him in the way he hates to love. When I lick my way along his collarbone, from his shoulder to the notch at the base of his throat, Zeke growls. I slow down my ministrations, lowering my head to press a kiss to the tattoo of my name where it sits right over his heart, then I catch his pierced left nipple between my teeth and tug hard.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“You ready to fuck?” I ask with amusement when his hips buck as I jack him off. “Or would you rather come on me?”

“Sweet thing.” Zeke knocks my hand away. His fingertips, each knuckle inked with a letter that spells out GOOD NITE when he holds his fists together, bite into my hips when he turns me around and kicks my feet apart. I don’t have time to catch myself against the wall before he has the head of his cock notched at the entrance of my pussy. “Gonna fuck you so hard you see stars.”

And with one swift pump of his hips, he makes good on that promise.

It’s hard.

It’s fast.

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