Page 62 of Wickedly Yours

“I missed you,” he repeated, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pulling me in tight before burying his nose in my hair.

Wrapping my arms around him, I inhaled his scent, relaxing into his hold. “I missed you too,” I said, the words whispered against his chest. “I thought maybe you’d changed your mind, that you didn’t want me.”

“Fuck.” He practically growled. “No. That’s not it at all.”

“But you haven’t touched me. Not really. Not since…” Since I’d found out who he was. Since he’d brought me here.

I’d been upset, at first, that he’d lied to me, but I was even more upset about the distance between us now. Until earlier, we hadn’t had a proper conversation since the night of the ball. Then, I’d been hopeful. Now, I didn’t know what I was feeling.

“So, what are you waiting for, Zain?” I whispered thewords, a seductive lilt to my voice. My eyes dropped to his lips as I ran my tongue over my bottom lip.

His arms snaked around my back, pulling me in tight against his body. His hard length pressed against my stomach, the way he towered over me reminding me of the stark contrast between our bodies. Gods, he was tall—somehow seeming to appear even bigger now. He was all hard planes and sculpted body—compared to my soft, lithe frame.

Zain’s head dipped down, those lips brushing against mine as I stood on my tiptoes to reach him.

I moaned at the press of his erection as he kissed me again, his hand fisting in my hair to tug my mouth up closer to his.

It was exhilarating. It waseverything. It made me forget everything, just for a moment.

Because I wanted him. Wanted him to let loose, to take mehard, to give me everything I needed.

“Luna…” He warned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I pressed a kiss to his neck. “I don’t want to think. Not anymore.” I tilted my head up, rising on my tiptoes to lessen the distance between us. “I just want you.”

Another groan slipped from his lips, and he hoisted me up to his waist, my gown pooling around my hips. I kissed his neck, sucking his pulse point into my mouth as he carried me towards hisbed.

Dropping me unceremoniously on the black silk sheets, he whipped the thin pink gown off my body, my peaked nipples coming into full view.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes taking the time to fully pursue my body, all sprawled out on his black silky sheets. “No panties?”

I shook my head. The fabric was too thin, and I’d just gone without. “Zain,” I begged, rubbing my legs together. “I need you.”

“Shhh, baby,” he said, pulling my thighs apart. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you on my tongue.”

I whimpered as he parted me, those long fingers gripping my inner thighs tight enough that I hoped he’d leave marks.

And then he pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of me so his face was level with my entrance. I grasped at the sheets as he ran his tongue up my slit, a low moan slipping from my lips.

Wicked fingers. Wicked tongue. He waswicked,and Ilikedit. Loved it, even.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as he thrust his tongue inside me without preamble, tasting me.

“I’ve never tasted anything quite like you,” he murmured after moving his attention from my entrance to my clit, curling his tongue around the bud. “I think I could spend forever between your thighs.”

“Goddess,” I cried out as he devoured me like a man starved.

“Yes, you are,” he agreed. “Now, let me worship you.”

With that, there were no words left. Just him, greedily tonguing my cunt, his finger finding my clit and pressing down hard enough that I almost came just from the pressure.

“Give it to me,” he coaxed, moving his thumb in circles as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. “Give me what’s mine.”

“Zain,” I whimpered.

“You can do it, baby. Come for me.”

My head rolled back as I let the orgasm explode through me. The world was white. The sheets were still clutched between my fingers, back bowed off the bed as I came down from the high, looking down to see only those golden eyes peering up at me from between my thighs.

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