Page 7 of Left in the Dark

Mine. All fucking mine.

She pulls her shirt overhead, revealing a red lace bra that pushes up her breasts. Tossing it aside, her hands reach for thewaistband of her yoga pants, slowly and teasingly sliding them down her body, revealing long, toned legs and creamy skin.

My cock twitches inside my jeans as I shed my leather jacket, tossing it onto the chair in front of her desk. Grabbing the back of my shirt, I yank it overhead, my heated gaze moving to hers the second I remove it.

As my hands undo my belt, my heart is practically beating through my breastbone.

Taking a deep, calming breath, my husky voice issues the reminder. “We can stop at any time. Whatever you’re comfortable doing is all we’ll do.” I let my pants slide down to my feet, knowing my jutting erection is visible in my boxers. “My feelings for you will never change. I won’t be angry or upset.”

Tears well in her eyes as she nods. “I know. I trust you, Zayne.” Then her eyes drop to my erection, and she sucks in a breath.

Delaney has touched me before, but it’s always in the dark, illuminated by the moon or dashboard lights. This is the first time she’s really seeingme.

I untie my boots and step out of them, then kick my pants off. As I straighten, our eyes lock and hold. “I won’t hurt you, Delaney.”

She nods. “Get those fucking boxers off and stop wasting time, Morine.”

I chuckle as I tug them down and kick them away. Striding toward her, I watch as her cheeks flush, her eyes on my cock. When my erection touches her stomach, she looks up at me. “Anything you want, minx. Always.”

“Zayne. Finish undressing me.”

In a flash, I unsnap her bra, stepping back enough to pull it from her. My fingers hook in the sides of her panties, giving her little teasing kisses that have her huffing from impatience before I slide them down her legs.

I drop to my knees as I toss them aside. My eyes are on hers as I lightly kiss and nibble the creamy skin on her legs, slowly working my way up. Her hands rest on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as I get closer to her pussy.

“Please, Zayne. I need to feel your tongue.”

I smile before I take a long, slow lick through her folds, making her tremble and moan. I give her a slight push so she falls onto the mattress. “Get comfortable, my lil minx. I’m about to feast on your sweet pussy until your juices run down my chin.”

A blissful smile covers her lips as she spreads her legs wide. “That’s fucking hot,” she pants.

My mouth covers her pussy before she can say another word, licking and sucking, listening to every whimper and moan while analyzing her expression to make sure she’s thoroughly enjoying herself.

Delaney’s nails sink into my scalp, her hips lifting from the bed, wanting even more from my mouth. I give it to her, enjoying the sight of her coming undone.

“Zayne…” The way my name rolls off her tongue makes me shiver. Her head rolls from side to side as she bucks against me. “I-I…I’m g-gonna?—”

She explodes against my tongue, her body quivering from the orgasm barreling through her. I keep licking her, lapping up every bit of my gorgeous little minx until she stops shaking.

God, I could eat her every damn day.

CHAPTER 7

Zayne

Iclimb up Delaney’s body, my lips hungry for hers. Her hand slides between us, wrapping around my cock. She begins stroking me from base to tip as her hungry mouth devours mine, unconcerned about tasting herself on my tongue.

“Do you want me?” My breath heaves from my chest as I pull away. “Cause I’m about to embarrass myself if you keep stroking me like that.”

A flirty smile is on her lips as she nods. “Please, Zayne. I need you.”

I groan, realizing the condoms are in the pockets of my jeans. “Hold that thought.” I hurry over, retrieving the small box before returning to the bed. “Are you sure?—”

“Zayne.” Her tone is sharp. “Shut up, put the condom on, and fuck me.”

I chuckle as I open the box, tear the packet with my teeth, and sheath my cock. “Impatient, lil minx.” I spread her legs wider, lining myself up with her entrance. The words spill from my lips before I can stop them. “I’m nervous.”

Why the fuck did I just admit that?

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