Page 45 of Breeding Justice

I gasped, my body arching involuntarily into his hand. The mixture of pain from my side and the intense pleasure he wasgiving me created a dizzying cocktail of sensations. My fingers dug into his shoulders, clutching him as if he were the only thing keeping me from tumbling into an abyss.

"Zane," I breathed, but it came out as a moan. He silenced me with another hard kiss, consuming and relentless. His finger worked inside me with expert precision, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure on my clit to make my legs start to buckle.

He caught me before I could sink to the floor, lifting me with an ease that belied his lean frame. The movement sent a sharp jolt through my wounded side, but I bit down on my lip, refusing to cry out. He carried me to the bed and laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine.

He withdrew his finger and brought it to my lips, tracing them with the wetness he had drawn from me.

"Taste yourself," he commanded, his eyes burning into mine. I opened my mouth and took his finger in, sucking gently. The taste was metallic, an echo of my need mixed with the lingering fear that still coursed through me.

Without a word, he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off slowly. The fabric whispered against his skin, revealing the hard lines of muscle that spoke of a life lived on the edge. I reached out, running my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth and life beneath.

He caught my wrists and pulled me close, our bodies flush. The friction sent sparks flying. "Tell me you want this.”

I answered by unzipping his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His huge cock pressed against me, hot and insistent. I stood on my toes, kissing him with all my might, the back of my legs pressed against the frame of the bed.

His hands gripped my hips with a ferocity that bordered on desperate, pulling me against his hardness. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongues, an explosion of pent-up emotion and raw desire. I broke away, gasping for air, my hands sliding down his back to his ass, squeezing him closer.

"Zane," I said, my voice rough with want. "I need you inside me. Now."

He turned me around and bent me over the bed, my wounded side protesting but not enough to make me stop him. He yanked my leggings and my underwear down in one swift motion and paused, his breath ragged.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he said. “I’ve been dreaming about coming inside you ever since I woke up from that surgery.”

The weight of his words crashed over me, mingling with the rush of blood in my ears and the ache in my heart. Every part of me was on edge, teetering between the cold reality of our situation and the blazing heat of the moment.

"Zane," I said, trying to turn my head to see him. But he held me firmly in place, his hands gripping my hips with a possessiveness that sent another shiver down my spine.

"Do you even know what it was like?" he continued, his voice filled with a raw emotion that cut through the lust. "Lying there, not knowing if I'd ever get to touch you again, to hold you like this?"

I clenched the sheets beneath me, my mind flashing back to those agonizing hours in the hospital, waiting for news, for any sign that he would pull through. I knew too well what he had been feeling because I had felt it all just as intensely.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.

With a growl, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust in with a force that made me cry out, a blend of pain and exquisite pleasure. He filled me completely, stretching me around him in a way that left no room for anything else—not the fear, not the doubt, not the gnawing ache of what had happened earlier.

His hands roamed up my sides, then back down to my hips as he set a relentless pace, each thrust driving me deeper into the bed. The animalistic nature of it all left me breathless, each stroke a declaration of his need, his anger, his love.

Every collision of our bodies sent new waves of sensation through me, a swirling mix of hurt and ecstasy that threatenedto drown me. I bit down on the sheets, trying to stifle the moans that grew louder with each passing second. My body responded to him with an intensity that bordered on violent, muscles tightening and releasing in a frenzied dance.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice thick with passion. "You take me so well. You love my big cock, don’t you? You’re just a little hole for me.”

The raw power of his words shattered the remnants of my restraint. "Yes," I gasped. "I'm your little slut. Fill me, Zane."

He pounded into me, each thrust more demanding than the last. My fingers clawed at the bed sheets as if they were my only anchor to this world, while he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel every inch of him inside me, rubbing against sensitive walls, igniting nerves that sent fire coursing through my veins. The pressure built with a swift intensity, coiling tight within me. His rough hands explored my body, squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard before sliding down to where we were joined.

He pressed his thumb against my clit in time with his thrusts, and all I could do was writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy. "You like that?" he growled into my ear. "Look at you—you're fucking dripping for me. Such a needy little whore.”

His words sent electric jolts through me, and any lingering thoughts blurred into a haze of lust and longing. Each drag of his cock against my inner walls brought me closer to a blinding release.

Then he shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside me with ruthless precision. My body went stiff and an overwhelming surge of pleasure tore through me, obliterating any semblance of control I had left. A scream ripped from my throat as I came hard around him, muscles clenching in a desperate attempt to hold him deeper.

The world around me dissolved into a white-hot void, and for a moment I was weightless, lost in the pure sensation of our violent union. His pace never faltered, each thrust prolonging my orgasm, sending aftershocks coursing through my body.

"Fuck, yes," Zane growled, his voice a distant thunder in my ears. "Feel that? Feel how tight you are? I'm gonna come."

Zane didn’t slow. He rode out my climax with unrelenting determination, his pace as brutal as ever. Each thrust sent aftershocks rippling through my body, prolonging my high to the point of painful pleasure. My legs quivered and threatened to give out completely, but he held me up, his grip on my hips like iron.

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