Page 57 of Toxic Vengeance

His fingers dug into her back, holding on tight as he nuzzled her neck. A shiver swept through her, her body humming, skin alive with sensation as he skimmed his way up to her jaw. He dropped warm, fervent kisses over her face, his lips pausing an inch from hers.

She shouldn’t let this continue. If she was smart she would end this now and retreat until they were both thinking straight, but that wasn’t an option with him so close and holding her like he never wanted to let go. His honesty and openness made it impossible to walk away.

This might be their only time together without any barriers between them, no lies or pretense. She wanted to feel what it was like to be real with him. She’d dreamed of it so many times, would grieve for him all over again after this was over, but even the threat of the coming pain wasn’t enough to stop her. This was worth the pain.

With a ragged sound she turned her lips to his. Heat detonated in her belly, her core.

Her hands found their way into his hair as he slanted his mouth across hers. Zack didn’t plunder, didn’t take. He gave. Heart-stopping, soul-wrenching kisses, his hands cradling her head. The touch of his tongue to hers made her gasp and plaster her body to the length of his. She wanted closer. Skin to skin, as close as they could get.

“Eden, fuckingtouchme,” he rasped out, the desperation and yearning in his voice shredding the last wisps of her control.

She couldn’t touch enough of him, couldn’t get close enough. It was like she’d been slowly dying inside since the day she left him, and now she had suddenly burst back to life.

A seam ripped as she drew his shirt off to expose the raw power of his upper body. He groaned and clenched his fist in her hair as she rubbed her face against his chest, kissing and licking as she went.

The world went dark for a second as he pulled her sweater over her head. She brought his mouth back to hers, moaned at the way he caressed the inside of her mouth, one big hand cupping the back of her head while his other undid her bra. He cradled one breast in his palm, his thumb sweeping over the hard nipple.

She shuddered, rolled her hips against his and moaned again at the rigid length of his erection. It had been so damn long, felt like years instead of months, and she’d never forgotten how he could light her body up.

She wound her legs around his waist when he hoisted her into the air and turned to the bed. He came down on top of her, claiming her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss even as he pulled her pants down her legs. The heat of his hand cupping her stole her breath, then his mouth was closing over her nipple, lips and tongue caressing.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to sink into the sensations, not just the pleasure he was giving, but the feeling of being wanted, of beingsafe…

A soft, needy cry burst from her when his fingers stroked her sensitive folds. She was wet and throbbing, shuddered and bowed her back when he at last touched her swollen clit. “Zack,” she gasped out.

“Yes.” He remembered exactly what she liked. He gave it to her, building the pleasure, heightening the anticipation as he finally kissed his way down her belly and settled between her thighs. She’d thought about this so many times, but he was even better than she remembered.

The first touch of his lips had her gripping his hair tight, and then his tongue settled over her, stroking her most sensitive spot. Driving her wild before sliding inside her, making her push against his face, hungry for more.

Zack held her upper thighs and proceeded to make her mindless, twice bringing her to the edge before stopping suddenly.

“Oh, God, don’t stop—make me come,” she blurted, trembling, barely able to breathe for the unbearable ache between her legs.

“I want to be in you when you come. Wanna feel you clench around me,” he rasped, shucking his jeans and coming up with a condom.

Eden levered up to reach between his legs, taking his rigid length in her hands. He jerked taut, a low groan coming from his throat as she squeezed and stroked.

One big hand plunged into her hair, tipping her face up to meet his kiss. She sucked at his tongue, stroking him the way he loved best, reveling in every twitch of his muscles, every raw groan she pulled from him.

He pushed her hands away, rolled the condom on and pressed her flat on her back, kneeling between her thighs. He stroked himself with one hand as he teased her with the other, gliding along the side of her clit, keeping her on edge until she was squirming and gasping for breath.

Just as her vision began to haze over he finally stretched out on top of her and blanketed her with his weight, his cock sliding between her folds, his belly and chest pressed to hers. Those gorgeous gray eyes stared down into hers, searing her with their heat and intensity, then he thrust home, burying his length inside her with one single thrust.

Eden cried out and squeezed her eyes shut at the perfection of it, the heat and thickness of him as he filled her. His mouth came down on hers, tongue driving into her mouth as he began to move. Smooth, firm strokes, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing.

She clung to him, opened herself fully to him as she surrendered to the pleasure of it. He shifted higher, changing the angle, allowing her to wriggle around to just the right position and allow her friction against her clit, his weight and strength pinning her down.

“Move with me,” he whispered, his voice sliding over her like dark, soft velvet.

Her arousal shot higher, the tantalizing promise of release looming at the edge of her consciousness. She sought it with single-minded need, her body tightening, reaching…

Zack slipped a hand between them to find her clit with his fingertips, rubbing in gentle circles while he rode her, stroking her inner sweet spot at the same time. “Let go for me, Eden.”

Her breath halted, her body arched, and the orgasm ripped through her, a blinding wave of pleasure made all the more intense by the desperation they shared.

Above her he stiffened, his mouth lifting from hers. She forced her eyes open, mesmerized by the sight of him like that, riding the knife edge of ecstasy, the muscles in his chest and shoulders standing out, eyes squeezed shut and his face contorted into an expression of sensual agony.

Eden wrapped her arms around him, set her feet flat on the bed and rolled her hips, stroking him with her core.

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