Her heat is a living thing, a tangible force in the room. It wraps around us, demanding satisfaction. I feel my body responding, my own desire pressing against the confines of my jeans, but this isn’t about me. This is about Aria, about her need and pleasure.

I run my hands over her again, this time allowing my thumbs to brush against the insides of her thighs. She shivers, parting her legs in invitation. I accept, trailing my fingers up to the source of her heat, feeling the evidence of her need.

She moans, bucking her hips as I touch her, her body begging for more. I give it to her, my fingers exploring, stroking, and teasing. Her responses guide me, her moans and gasps a language I instinctively understand.

“Zane, please,” she begs again, her voice breaking with need. I can feel her growing desperation, her body trembling with the force of her desire. I press a kiss to her hip, my fingers stilling.

“Not yet, love,” I murmur against her skin. “We have time. Let’s make it good.”

She whines, but I smell the fresh wave of slick her body produces at my words. She wants this, needs this, and I’m going to give it to her. In the meantime, I’m going to make her my meal.

I sit back, my eyes roving over her body. She’s a sight with her flushed skin and trembling body, her hips rocking as she seeks relief. I could watch her like this forever, but right now, I need to touch her.

I lean down again, this time allowing my lips to follow the path my fingers had taken earlier. She gasps, her body tensing as my mouth finds her center, my tongue tasting her desire. Her hands fist in the sheets, her moans filling the room as I explore her.

This isn’t about me, I remind myself again.This is about Aria, and I’m going to make sure she gets exactly what she needs.

I lose myself in her taste, her scent, her sounds. Her body writhes under my touch, her hips bucking against my mouth. I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I delve deeper, my tongue exploring every inch of her. She’s so responsive, reacting to every touch, lick, and kiss. It’s intoxicating.

Her moans grow louder, and her body tenses with the promise of release. I can feel it building, her orgasm just within reach. I focus on her clit, my tongue circling and flicking, my lipssucking gently. Her hands find their way to my hair, and she tugs urgently.

“Zane,” she pants, her voice desperate. “I’m close. So close.”

I growl against her, the vibration sending her spiraling over the edge. Her orgasm crashes through her, her cries of pleasure filling the room. I lap up her release, my own body throbbing with need, but I hold back, focusing on wringing out every last drop of pleasure.

As she comes down from her high, her body relaxing, I press a gentle kiss to her thigh. Her skin is slick with sweat, and her scent is filled with satisfaction. I move up her body, pushing her torso down into the mattress as I rip off my shirt and toss it across the room, followed by my pants. My eyes snap right back to her cunt, where her slick continues to drip out of her.

I lick my lips, still tasting her on my tongue, as I climb on the bed behind her. My finger swipes through her cunt, gathering her slick, which I lick off with my tongue.

“Fucking delicious.” I groan with need and thrust inside her in one quick movement.

Aria cries out, her back arching as I fill her completely. Her inner walls clamp down on me, drawing a groan from deep within my chest. She’s so tight, so hot, and so perfect. I still for a moment, pressing my forehead against her back as I fight for control.

“Zane,” she whimpers, squirming beneath me. “Move, please move.”

I take a deep breath, then another, before I begin to move. Slowly at first, my hips pulling back before thrusting forward, each movement drawing out a gasp from Aria. Her body rocks back to meet mine, her hips syncing with my rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of our bodies coming together, the scent of our combined desire. Her heat is still a palpable force, wrapping around us and urging us on. I feel my controlslipping again, my body aching with the need for release, but I hold back, determined to bring her to the brink again before I let go.

I reach around, my fingers finding her swollen clit, sensitive from her earlier orgasm. She jolts as I touch her, her body trembling. I rub gentle circles, my touch featherlight, drawing a whine from her throat.

“You feel so good, love,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. “So tight, so hot. Perfect for me,” I praise her as I press my knot deep inside her, locking in with a quick little pop.

She moans, her body clenching around me. Her hips move faster, urging me deeper. I obey, my thrusts growing harder, faster, matching her pace. My fingers move faster too, pressing harder against her clit.

“Zane,” she gasps, her voice tight with need. “I’m going to… I’m going to come again.”

I growl, feeling her body tightening around me. I press harder against her clit, my thrusts growing erratic as I chase her release. Then, she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her, her cries of pleasure pushing me over the edge.

I come with a roar, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I thrust deep one last time, holding there as I spill into her, her body milking me for all I’m worth. It’s intense, overwhelming, and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

As we both come down, I press kisses along her spine, my body still joined with hers. Her scent is sweet with satisfaction, her body relaxed and sated. I gently pull out and collapse onto the bed beside her. She turns to face me, her eyes soft, her smile gentle.

“Thank you, Zane,” she murmurs, tracing patterns on my chest with her fingers.

I capture her hand and press a kiss to her fingertips. “Anything for you, love,” I reply, my voice soft. “Always.”

We lie together for a while, our bodies cooling, but I know this is just a brief respite. Her heat isn’t over yet. There’s more to come, much more, and I’m ready for it. We all are.