Page 89 of All The Pretty Little Lies

I comply, my body trembling with need as I position myself as instructed. The cool air of the room kisses my heated skin, raising goosebumps along my exposed flesh. I feel vulnerable, exposed, but the weight of Zaire's gaze on me is electric.

Zaire settles in behind me, his large hands gripping my hips. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the brush of his tattoos against my skin as he leans over me. His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and he places a searing kiss there.

"Are you ready for me, moya koroleva?" he murmurs against my skin.

I nod, unable to form words as desire courses through me. Zaire's hand slides between my legs, his fingers exploring my slick folds. "So wet for me," he groans, his voice thick with arousal.

Slowly, torturously, Zaire pushes himself inside me. I gasp at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. He pauses, allowing me to adjust to his size. His hands caress my sides soothingly, his lips peppering kisses along my spine.

“You feel incredible," Zaire breathes, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "So tight, so perfect. Mine."

When I push back against him, silently begging for more, Zaire takes the cue. He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I moan, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

Zaire's pace gradually increases, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure; skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered endearments in Russian that I don't understand but that send shivers down my spine.

One of Zaire's hands leaves my hip, sliding up my back to tangle in my hair. He tugs gently, arching my back and changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position hits a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars.

"Z," I gasp, my voice barely recognizable. "Oh god, right there."

"That's it, moya koroleva," Zaire growls, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Your pretty little pink cunt was made for my cock.”

His hand releases my hair, gently wrapping around my throat instead. His fingers splay across my skin, not cutting off my air, but applying just enough pressure to send a thrill of excitement through me. The feeling of his palm against my racing pulse is intoxicating, a reminder of the power he holds over me in this moment.

Zaire's thrusts become harder, more insistent. Each snap of his hips drives me forward, and I struggle to maintain my balance. My back arches further, pushing my ass more firmly against him, taking him even deeper. The new angle has me gasping, spots dancing behind my eyelids as pleasure courses through every nerve ending.

I can feel how close he is, his cock pulsing inside me, growing even harder with each thrust. His breathing is ragged, hot against my neck as he buries his face there, inhaling deeply. Just as I think he's about to let go, Zaire suddenly stills. A low, animalistic growl rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my back. "No," he says, his voice rough with desire and determination. "Not like this."

He releases his grip on my throat, his hand sliding down to rest on my collarbone. "The first time I fill you," he pants, “I want those beautiful emerald green eyes to watch me spill inside of you. To see me, your monster, chasing away your demons."

Before I can process his words, Zaire is moving. He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling achingly empty, and I whimper at the loss. But then his strong hands are on me, pulling me from the bed with an urgency that takes my breath away.

He spins me around to face him, his silver eyes dark with lust. In one fluid motion, he jerks me upwards, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hard stomach. His hands fall to my ass, large and calloused, cradling me with a strength that makes me feel weightless.

Zaire's eyes lock onto mine, intense and burning with desire. "Ready, moya koroleva?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper.

I can only nod, my ability to form words lost in the haze of pleasure and anticipation. With a grunt of satisfaction, Zaire thrusts up into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful movement.

The sensation is overwhelming. In this position, he feels impossibly deep, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him.

Zaire's hands on my ass guide my movements, lifting me up and then pulling me back down onto him. The muscles in his arms flex with each motion, the intricate tattoos rippling acrosshis skin. I'm mesmerized by the sight, by the raw power he exudes.

"Look at me," Zaire commands, his voice rough. "I want to see every expression on your beautiful face as I fuck you."

I force my eyes to meet his, and the intensity I find there nearly undoes me. His gaze is hungry, possessive, filled with a need that matches my own. As he thrusts up into me again, I watch his pupils dilate, his jaw clench with the effort of maintaining control. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, our breathless moans and whispered curses. Zaire's pace is relentless, each thrust driving me higher and higher. I can feel my release building.

“Oh god,” I moan.

"That's it, moya koroleva," Zaire growls, his voice husky with arousal. "Let me hear you. Let me see how good I make you feel. Wake up the whole fucking penthouse."

I can feel the coarse hair on his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure.

My head falls back, exposing my throat to Zaire's hungry gaze. He takes advantage, leaning in to nip and suck at the delicate skin there. I know he'll leave marks, but I can't bring myself to care. In this moment, I want nothing more than to be claimed by him, to wear the evidence of our passion.

"Eyes on me," Zaire commands, his voice rough.

With effort, I lift my head, meeting his intense gaze. The silver of his eyes is nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils. I feel exposed, vulnerable under his scrutiny, but also incredibly powerful. The way he's looking at me, like I'm the most precious thing in the world, makes me feel invincible.

His command, coupled with a particularly deep thrust has my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, pleasure exploding through every fiber of my being. I cry out Zaire'sname, my voice echoing off the warehouse walls as waves of ecstasy roll through me. My inner walls clench around him, pulsing with the force of my release.

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