Page 47 of Cruel Fate

He tugs me to my feet and devours my lips. “Never apologize. You’re perfect, just the way you are.” Unhooking my bra, he says, “I don’t want to think about you doing that to another man, anyway.”

“Zane...” I fade off. No one has ever said anything that sweet to me before.

He brushes this thumb over my cheek. “I know, Stella. Take your panties off. You won’t need them for the rest of the night.”

I do as he says, pressing my lips together against a cry.

We slide into my bed, and a streetlight outside the window offers us a little light. Under the covers, Zane cuddles me and nudges my legs apart. My breasts push against his chest. Our bodies are in line, and I’ve never felt so close to someone.

His fingers slick through my folds, searching, and in seconds, he discovers how wet and ready I am. Gently, he pushes his finger inside me, and I whimper into his neck.

“God, Stella, you feel so tight. So good. Do you like this?”

He fingers me, stroking me lazily, in and out, and the beginning of an orgasm starts building between my legs. “I love that,” I say, rocking my hips, pressing against his hand, needing more. Tentatively, he adds another finger. He’s scared he’s going to hurt me, and I find his concern incredibly sexy.

I let him play, but he stays away from my clit. He knows one light touch will send me over, and we haven’t started yet. Kissing him, his fingers deep inside me, I lick at his mouth and let my hands trace his body. I lightly run my fingers over the muscles of his ass.

He pushes me onto my back and pulls a nipple between his teeth. The painful pinch travels to my core, and I arch my back, offering him all of me.

“Do you have protection, baby?” he murmurs. “If not, I brought—”

Laughing, I give him a smacking kiss.

I love him.

“I bought a box, but I don’t know if they’re the right—”

“They’ll be perfect, Stella, just like you are.”

I grab the box out of my nightstand’s drawer and try to peel the top open but the glue is too strong. I guess I wasn’t savvy enough to anticipate how difficult it would be to find the treasure inside.

“Let me do that, or we’ll have to go to work before I’m able to sink into this heaven you’ve been teasing me with all night.”

Playfully, I huff and roll my eyes, and I surrender the box. He laughs and kisses me, his strong arms trapping me against his chest.

He frees me and a condom packet too, but I steal it out of his grasp. I want to do it.

“Lay back,” I say, pushing him on his shoulder.

He settles onto my pillow, the streetlight casting half his face in shadows. The king of King’s Crossing is in my bed, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

I roll the condom onto his cock, and I admit, his size scares me, even though he’s already been inside me once.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he says, running his hand up and down my arm. “As slow as you need, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Be on top. You can have control.”

I like the sound of that, and I hold his cock in my hand and rise over him.

Gradually, I ease onto him, inch by excruciating inch. My muscles stretch as he fills me, and he groans, trying to give me the time I need. His fingers dig into my hips, steadying me.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he surges upward, and I cry out at the sudden rush of pleasured pain. He’s inside as far as he can go, and it’s so good. I rock back, getting a feel for him, and I begin to move up and down, my muscles tugging at him as my slick walls glide along his thick shaft.

“Sit still for a second,” Zane says, slowing me down.

I stop, afraid I’m doing something wrong.

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