Page 72 of Fierce-Zander

She loved touching his skin. The smooth firmness of it.

It was as if he read her mind and was reaching for her sweater and yanking it up over her head.

She was toeing off her heels and he was doing the same to his sneakers.

The two of them were doing this little magical dance in the foyer of her home with clothes being scattered all over the floor.

She hadn’t intended for this to happen right here, but it appeared Zander had other ideas when he covered himself and lifted her up and put her against the wall.

“You okay with this?” he asked.

Regan didn’t think she had much of a choice in the matter and didn’t want to think, let alone talk about it.

“Do what you want with me,” she said.

His brown eyes got darker than ever before, his hand fisted into her hair like she’d done to him so much, and the next thing she knew he was thrusting into her.

“Look at me,” he said. “Do you know what I’m feeling?”

“Yes,” she said, then let out a moan. “The same as me.”

He was jerking up into her in deep hard thrusts.

She could barely catch her breath with each movement he made.

She wasn’t so sure she wanted to either.

This was an excitement during sex she’d never felt before.

Everything with Zander was different than she could have ever imagined.

Her arms went around his neck and she held on because there wasn’t anything else she could do.

“I want to watch you coming,” he said. “I want to see your eyes getting dark and then going wide.”

She was sure her eyes were exactly like that now. “I’m so close,” she said.

He let go of her hair and put both of his hands on her ass. He wasn’t pressing her against the wall as much but rather holding her and spreading her wider, allowing him to thrust up into her faster but just as hard.

“Oh God,” she said. “I feel as if I’m falling apart in the best way possible.”

“Hang on,” he said. “Keep looking at me.”

She held his stare, but it was harder than anything ever before in her life.

She just wanted to close her eyes and feel everything happening to her.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“I won’t,” he said. “Keep squeezing me.”

She hadn’t realized she was doing that but kept doing what she was as she held on.

It only took a few more thrusts and everything that was coiled up tight inside of her let go.

Her eyes went wide, she actually felt it happening, and then they shut and her head dropped on his shoulder.

She could feel him pulsing inside of her and didn’t want it to stop, but she also knew she was probably getting heavy for him to keep holding her up.

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