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His hand lifts, and he circles one of my nipples with a finger. My lashes drop again, and the fingers on my jaw tighten.

“Look at me.”

It’s hard, hard to meet his eyes when all I want to do is rock my hips and ease the ache that’s building inside me.

One side of his mouth curls up, as though he can hear my thoughts. His palm covers my breast, squeezes, and then he rolls his hips. Explosions go off in my blood at the sensation of him moving inside me.

The hand on my jaw slips down a little, his fingers tightening around my throat, so he can pull me down and kiss me, tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth in time with the thrusts of his dick.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I can’t breathe, what little oxygen I take in burning up before it reaches my lungs.

I don’t care about all the reasons this shouldn’t be happening. I don’t care what people might say. I don’t care about anything except what’s happening between us.

At this moment, I could happily die, impaled on his dick, his hand on my throat, and his mouth on mine.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

ZAIN

Her little snatchedbreaths every time I lift my mouth, the soft moans she makes with each roll of my hips, the way her body feels around my dick ...

It’s sensory overload in the best possible way.

Her hands are everywhere. Stroking over my stomach, my arms, my shoulders. When her palm cups my cheek, I surge up, rolling so I can pin her beneath me.

Our tongues tangle, her nails rake a path up my spine, and her legs lift to wrap around my waist. I brace myself on one hand, the other still wrapped around her throat, and lift my head to watch her face as I drive my dick as deep into her as I can get.

Her lips are parted, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fucking beautiful in my entire life.

“Ashley.”

Her eyes open at her name, cloudy with desire, and she blinks up at me. My hand slides up her throat, so I can run my thumb over her bottom lip. Holding her gaze, I push it into her mouth. Her tongue curls around the tip, licks, then sucks it. Her cheeks hollow out, and her soft moan goes straight to my dick.

“Jesus …” Who’d have thought something so simple would cause such an intense sensation?

My nerves tighten, my vision swims, and it takes me a second of fighting to regain control. Pulling my thumb free, I find her breast, and run it over her nipple. It hardens under my touch, and I pinch it, roll it between my fingers, tug it outward until it pulls free.

Her back arches, her nails digging into my ass.

“Do you like that?”

Her throat moves as she swallows. I pinch her other nipple, watching as her jaw clenches, and her eyes roll back. I kiss a path to her ear, and nip the lobe.

“When you watched me in the shower, did you crawl into bed and touch yourself like this?” I whisper. “I want to watch you play with yourself the way you watched me. Will you do that for me, Ashley? Will you play with your clit while I watch? Will you make yourself come for me?”

“Zain …” My name is a whisper, a moan,a prayer.

Reaching for her hand, I pull it away from my back and guide it down between our bodies. Linking my fingers with hers, I find her clit and stroke a circle around it.

Our fingers grow slippery with her arousal, and she stretches her fingers forward to stroke my dick as it slides in and out of her body. My head drops against her shoulder, my entire body shuddering under the sensations wracking it.

Her touch feels so good. Too good.

My control is slipping away, but I don’t care. The more she touches me, the more I crave it.

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