Page 119 of Fierce-Zander

“Maybe I wanted you to do that,” she said, spreading her legs a little wider for him.

“What else do you want?” he asked.

“If you need to ask I might not have done that well at expressing myself. And here I’ve worked so hard in my life to do it.”

“Oh,” he said. “You express yourself well.”

He released her hands, lifted the bottom of her shirt up and over her head. While he took care of her jeans, she undid her bra, then he removed his jeans also until they were both naked on her living room floor behind the couch where she’d flipped him not that long ago.

“Will you think badly of me if I told you that I liked feeling helpless a minute ago?”

“No,” he said, grabbing both of her wrists in one of his large hands.

His mouth crushed hers, her legs moved apart and he got into position and thrust into her fast while he braced himself on his other hand.

She wasn’t so sure how long he could do that and hold himself up and she wasn’t going to put it to the test.

She had a heat pulsing through her body like never before and it wasn’t going to take long for her to get to that wonderfulisland of pleasure that Zander delivered her to each time they were together.

Her hips were bucking up, his were slamming her back down.

Their mouths were moving as ferociously as the rest of their bodies.

When her back started to arch, he released her hands and got up on his knees, lifting her under her back at the same time until she was suspended over the floor a few inches in his hands.

She felt like a limp doll that he was using and she didn’t care one bit.

“That’s it,” she said. She was leaning back more to let him go deeper yet, his hips moving in and out until she screamed out his name, her muscles all but clutching him tight and throbbing around him. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he said. “Not yet.”

But then he did stop and she felt him coming as he held himself inside her deep. She gave her body over to him and knew he wouldn’t drop her on the floor.

He didn’t. When he was done, he lowered her gently, then rolled so that he was on his side and she was cuddled against his chest.

“That was so nice,” she said. “I should throw you on the floor more often.”

He laughed softly. “You know I love you, right?”

He didn’t normally say it. Nor did he say it this softly. “I do,” she said. “You know I feel the same way, right?”

“I do,” he said. “Scary as fuck.”

“It is,” she said. “Don’t be afraid for me. Please. I’m fine. I thought I just proved it.”

“You did,” he said. “Doesn’t mean I’m still not going to worry, but I’ll worry a little less.”

“That’s better than nothing,” she said. “And now we can figure out dinner while I text my father.”

“You just needed to let out some aggression and use my body to get yourself in a better frame of mind for that. Admit it?”

She sat up and looked around for her clothes. “Would that insult you if it was the case?”

“Nope,” he said. “Use me anytime you want.”

“Good to know.”

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