Page 51 of The Forbidden Secret

“I don’t care where I am or how filthy it is. If I’m with you, that’s the only thing that matters.”

His mouth pressed down on mine gently. The lip ring grazed my bottom lip, and I flicked my tongue over it. He was letting me set the pace, and I breathed in the longing and lust. I savored the feel of his strong, warm arm over my back, noting the way his other hand wound around the back of my head and held it tightly to him.

“I want more than this,” I whispered, reaching my free hand between us and pressing it down right between the denim of his dark jeans. I slid my hand slowly over the hard length of him. “And it feels like you do too.”

“I always want you, Evelina. In whatever way you’ll offer me.”

I pressed him back hard enough that he teetered and landed on his butt, bringing me over him. I straddled his hips and rocked into him as my hand encircled his cock and squeezed. He released a heavy breath on my lips.

I wanted to do this for him. I wanted a distraction, but I also wanted to show him how I felt. I undid the button fly frantically, pulling down his pants. He lifted my hips to help me with the fabric, and when it stopped at his ankles, he effortlessly kicked the denim away.

I pumped my hand once, and he tipped his head back, pressing his fingers through the back of my hair. “You don’t usually like letting go of control, do you?” I teased, easing myself between his legs. “Stand up, Zeke.”

His eyes darkened, and every inch of me stilled at the predatory gleam in his eyes. But he did as I asked slowly.

I stayed on my knees before him and licked my lips, grinning up at him.

“Princess, Ialwayshave control,” he said as he fisted his hand tightly enough in my hair that it sent jolts of pain and pleasure straight to my core, mingling and becoming an almost unbearable sensation. “But I’ll let you play your game.”

I ran a finger up his calf and then grabbed his balls in one hand. I wrapped the other around his waist and pulled him forward swiftly, taking him all the way into my throat.

He mumbled a curse as I sucked and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I pulled him into my mouth, gagging at the impressive length and girth of him. But I kept going. I drew out colorful curses and long groans from him as his hand tightened repeatedly in my hair. It hurt, but in a way that sent throbs of yearning between my thighs.

“I think you’ve played enough,” he groaned before pulling my head back and dropping to my level. In an instant, he had my pants at my knees but no lower. He lifted me, but not in any way I had expected.

He turned me upside down, and I squealed as he hooked the pants around the back of his neck and—

Oh myGod,I exploded the second his tongue dipped into me. He didn’t just lick and suck, but he consumed me whole, taking every part of me that had been aching for him and twisting it into an endless cycle of pleasure and need. The blood rushed to my head as an orgasm ripped from me faster than any I had ever had.

It tore through my body and mouth as I cried and moaned for him.

It could have been minutes or hours before he settled me back to the floor on wobbling feet. And it didn’t last long. Not long at all as he lifted me into his arms and seated me right onto his long erection.

The pressure tore through me harder than the orgasm had, and as soon as he pushed into me, light shattered across my vision. His mouth found its way to my left nipple, and his teeth grazed lightly over it, sending me bucking and clinging to him. He settled me back on a room-length table, giving himself enough leverage to thrust harder into me.

“God, Zeke,” I cried out.

My vision blurred for an entirely different reason as another climax grew and readied within me. It electrified every inch of my body, and I bit down on his shoulder to contain the wild shout that pushed to my lips.

With Zeke inside of me, I shattered.

And with each thrust more, those pieces came back together little by little. With each sensitive reminder of the orgasm that rolled through me, I felt whole once again. I dug my fingers into his back as he cursed, thrusting frantically three more times.

Then, he stopped and rested his forehead against mine again.

“I love you,” I whispered to him.

I had needed time. I had wanted to make sure that my feelings for him were as sincere as I suspected, and after all this, I didn’t have a doubt in my mind. His eyes softened, and he pressed his lips into mine once again.

“I’ve always loved you, Evelina. Even before I admitted it to myself.”

He pulled me down from the table where I had been sitting, and my legs wobbled slightly. He held me upright, examining the cut on my arm once more. “It’s completely clotted,” he said with a nod of approval.

I had completely forgotten about the injury. I was too consumed with him to care.

“Good. Then let’s get out of here,” I said, pointing toward a secondary entrance—one that undoubtedly led to the populated subway system.

“Let’s take out Clide-fucking-Newton.”

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