Page 26 of Quick on the Claw

“I’m good, My King.” She nodded. “I want you.”

His golden gaze seemed to reach into her soul. “I want you too, my queen. I need you.”

Zak claimed her lips in a quick move that left her breathless. The kiss was fired with a desperate urgency. Tiffany thrust her hips against him, grinding downward as their hands groped each other’s bodies. Zak groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust upward.

Tiffany sat up, looking at the ceiling as she cried out. Zak lifted her, almost throwing her onto the bed, where he tore off her underwear and dove onto her pussy. Tiffany twisted, gasping as his tongue found her clit, and his lips explored her.

She grabbed his hair with one hand, thrusting her hips up. Her insides trembled, and she felt release waiting for her, almost close enough to touch.

“Zak…more…”

Zak tightened his hands on her hips and obeyed, lapping at her clit and farther down, keeping up the pressure until Tiffany went into a full-body spasm, her arms and legs shaking as the orgasm flooded through her bones and raced over her skin.

Tiffany threw one hand over her face, moaning as her body throbbed. When she looked up, Zak had his pants down, and he was kneeling at the edge of the bed. She reached out for his hands, nodding eagerly. He wound his fingers through hers and slid forward, teasing her with the head of his cock.

Tiffany was so sensitive from her orgasm that she cried out. Zak smiled, reaching down to rub her with his fingers. Tiffany let out another sharp breath, almost a scream, as he teased her with pressure. Then, he guided himself into her.

Tiffany moaned and gasped, reaching out to Zak as she felt his body touching the very deepest parts of her own. He leaned forward, and she grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself against him. She blinked hard, losing herself in those big, golden eyes.

He paused for a moment, and Tiffany felt her inner muscles clench around him as if her entire body wanted to hold on to him and never let go. Zak looked into her eyes, his face flooded with emotions Tiffany couldn’t name.

“You own my heart,” he said, bringing one hand up to stroke her cheek.

“Zak,” she whispered back, smiling. What could she say? She wanted to tell him how much she loved him but the words were stuck in her throat. She wanted to say it so badly but fear kept them in her mouth. She would show him how she felt.

Zak lowered his head to kiss her lips, and as the warmth of her passion spread through her, Tiffany opened to him, letting him kiss her deeper than ever before as she relaxed on the bed. Her hips loosened, parting her thighs even more.

Zak groaned. Tiffany’s inner muscles pulsed as he thrust his hips forward, and pleasure shot through her, making tremors run through her nerves. Another orgasm took her, making her head roll back as she let herself go.

When the pleasure faded, Tiffany looked up to see Zak hovering over her, a small smile on his face. He stroked her cheek, shaking his head.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. Her body gripped him even tighter.

Zak began to thrust in a long, slow rhythm, and every stroke made her cry out as she was bombarded by sensation.

She could tell that Zak was trying to hold himself together and pleasure her for as long as possible. Every time she exploded from within, he moaned and tightened his grip on her.

Tiffany wrapped her legs around him, gripping his shoulders. As much as she appreciated him holding off, she wanted to feel him orgasm too.

“Zak,” she moaned. “Let go. Fill me.”

He shuddered as if he’d been struck. Tiffany dug her fingers into his shoulders and opened her thighs even further as he began to thrust in short, hard strokes. As he increased his pace, going faster and faster, Tiffany felt orgasm after orgasm rolling through her.

She clung to him, listening to what sounded like a rough growl and watching his face. Her entire focus narrowed down to Zak’s body and his rough hands that touched her so gently. His hard body pleasured her so thoroughly.

She cried out as he swelled inside her, becoming impossibly hard and thick. She thrashed on the bed, pinned under him as he grunted and groaned, and finally came inside her, his whole body shuddering under the force of his release.

Zak’s breath was ragged, and his body shook, but he was still carefully holding himself up so he didn’t crush her, and he was watching her face carefully. Tiffany smiled, tilting her head to kiss him.

“You’re all right?” he asked, his voice trembling.

She nodded. “More than all right,” she whispered. “I’m fantastic.”

Zak laughed softly, a sound of wonder and joy. Tiffany promised herself that she’d make him this happy every single day of his life … and she’d make damn sure he knew he deserved it too.

“This is where you’re meant to be. With me. In my bed. My queen.”

She wrapped her body around his as if she could swallow him with her love. She wanted him to feel safe, comforted, and cared for.

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