Page 78 of Wickedly Yours

“Why?” I let out a little gasp when he ran his teeth—those sharp, pointy canines—over my veins.

“To assure the bond is complete.”

He kissed a line up my arm, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him full access to my neck.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. And I believed him. There was nothing he would intentionally do to hurt me.

“I know.” And maybe I sensed this was the most important part because I took his face in between my hands. “You never have. I feel safe with you. I need you to know that.” I’d give him every piece of me before we were done—willingly. Gladly.

I could feel his fingers tangling with the laces of the corset, and I wondered if he’d rip them just like the buttons, but he worked deftly, those fingers freeing me from the fabric. Facing him, I didn’t move to cover myself as he dropped the garment to the floor.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen all of me.

I wasn’t feeling shy anymore.

Zain swallowed roughly before lifting me into his hands and carrying me over to the bed.

My heels fell to the floor in loud clunks, and then I was sprawled out on the bed, my hair spread out around me. The tiara was still pinned in place, and I reached up to take it off, but Zain growled, his hand pinning me down.

“Leave it on. I want to see it when I fuck you. Nothing butmycrown.” He lifted my hand. “And my ring.” The possession in his voice was clear, but it was hot.

Was it weird that I liked it? I wasn’t sure there was anything Zain could do that I wouldn’t like. He knew my bodylike the back of his hand—how to turn me on, how to bring me higher and higher.

He kissed the tops of my breasts, his tongue swirling over each of my nipples for just a moment before moving lower—lower. Then he was kneeling at the edge of the bed as his fingers slid into the waistband of my lace panties.

The sound of fabric ripping filled the air, and he looked up at me with a wicked grin as he tossed the scraps aside. Leaving me bare, spread out in front of him with nothing but his crown on my head. His eyes did a slow perusal of my body, the pure lust in them leaving nothing to the imagination.

Zain pried my thighs apart, positioning his head in between my legs before taking a long, languid lick at my entrance.

“Oh,” I squeaked, because no matter how many times we did this, I didn’t expect how good it would feel.

He stayed there for a moment, sucking on my clit and driving me wild, but stopped before I could come. A low whine slipped out from the back of my throat, but Zain silenced me with a sloppy kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“I need to be inside of you,” he groaned. “It won’t be soft or sweet. I?—”

“You can be rough with me,” I said, meaning it. My fingers fumbled with his buttons, helping him push his shirt off, and then his dress pants quickly followed, and he was climbing on top of me on the bed, giving me exactly what I wanted. “Break me.Ruin me.” The words were uttered against his mouth, our faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re the one who has ruined me,” Zain said, pulling my body to his so he could plunge into my mouth deeper, our tongues tangling.

Gently pushing me onto my back, Zain pushed inside me with no warning, and my eyes practically rolled into the backof my head from the fit of him. My hand splayed over my stomach, feeling the warmth of his cock nestled inside of me.

And everything else faded away. I let myself drown in the sensations of his body thrusting into mine, fast and hard, as he fucked me. It was primal, and my hips couldn’t stop rising, moving to meet his as he plunged into me.

“I’m close—” I gasped. When had I been able to come like this?

Maybe it was the aphrodisiac in the wine. He wasn’t even touching my clit, but the stretch, the rapid pace, all of it was bringing me right up to the edge quickly. Too quickly.

Gripping the sheets, I shattered, his name on my lips as I came, feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience even as Zain followed behind me a few moments later.

Breathing heavily, he moved off of me carefully as if he was trying not to crush me with his weight, pulling out of me once our erratic heart rates had calmed.

My body should have been sated, but I still wanted more. I turned to face him, but he was already looking at me, an expression of surprise on his face.

“Luna,” Zain said,mesmerized. “You’re glowing.”

“I—” I blinked a few times, but there was an incandescent sheen to my body. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was literally glowing, but it was hard to deny the truth. “This has never happened before.”

Removing my hands from the sheets, I looked at my palms. “Is this… my magic?” I worried my lower lip into my mouth. Why had it never manifested this way before? I couldn’t help but feel grateful, though. At least no one else had ever seen this. If every orgasm made my skin light up, I would havediedof mortification.

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