Page 53 of Tangled Desires

I don’t answer. I just start undressing, slow and deliberate, keeping my eyes locked on his the whole time.

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TiO - Zayn

My brain short-circuits the second she tugs that frilled skirt down.

She’s not sick. No one messed with her.

And yet… here I am, staring like a damn idiot, not doing a thing.

“What… what are you doing?” I mutter, trying to catch up. My brain’s moving in slow motion, stuck on repeat. Imogen locks her eyes on mine, shimmying that skirt off like she’s torturing me on purpose. My jaw nearly hits the floor as she peels her top off, leaving nothing but pink lace that screams at me to do something—anything.

Oh. Fuck.

“Wait—are we…?” I stutter, pointing at myself and her like I’ve lost the plot.

Her smirk challenges me. “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna come here and fuck me?”

I stop breathing as I freeze. Seconds pass and then I’m ripping my clothes off faster than I can blink, tripping over my own jeans—almost face-planting in the process. “Shit, sugar, should’ve told me this was your plan. I’d have ditched everyone back at the bar in a heartbeat.”

“And leave your mates so soon?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I snap, moving toward her like a guy on a mission, losing track of everything else. My hands grab her face, pulling her into a kiss that’s pure need. Imogen melts, lips parting with a soft, needy moan that does things to me I can’t even put into words. She smells like something floral, and she tastes sweet, familiar. I lose myself in it for a moment, in her softness and warmth, before I pull back, breathing hard. “So… we’re really doing this?”

“Yes! Now hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

“Okay, okay—God, I love it when you talk dirty.” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. Before she can get a word in, I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I carry her straight to the bed.

I set her down, and she scoots back. I’m over her in an instant, caging her in as her back hits the pillows. The air between us crackles, and then my mouth’s on hers—deep, hot, needy. She melts under me, lips parting, her breath hitching as my hands thread into her hair. I break away, kissing down her jaw, grazing her neck, moving lower. Her breath catches in a soft gasp, sending a rush through me. Every inch of her, every shiver beneath me, it all makes me want more. I kiss lower, my handsfollowing, each touch more urgent. This is everything we’ve been holding back, and I’m not wasting a second.

I kiss down her chest, and when I reach her breasts, holy shit—they’re fuller than I remember. My hand presses over her right one, savouring the feel, until she winces. Her breath catches.

“Ah, fuck!”

I jerk back, guilt slamming into me. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says, softer, but there’s a glimmer of a smile. “They’re just sensitive. Just… touch them softly.”

I nod quickly. “Is that because of the pregnancy?”

“Yes. Now, please—touch me.”

I steady myself, running my hand slowly over her chest. I lean down, flicking my tongue over her small bud, watching it tighten under my touch. She gasps, and that sound hits me straight in the gut. Her hands grab my shoulders, pushing me up.

“More, Harrison. I need more,” she mules.

“You need my cock, sugar?”

“Yes,” she says, all breathless.

“With pleasure,” I growl, sliding her lace panties off and tossing them aside. But I pause, smirking as I meet her gaze. “But not before I taste you, again.”

I’m between her thighs in seconds, her scent hitting me hard. Spreading her folds, I dive in, licking and sucking like it’s the only thing that matters. Her moans fill the room, her head tipping back, and I grin against her. “That’s it, baby. Soak me.”

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them as my tongue stays locked on her clit, relentless and steady. Her moans climb higher, her whole body trembling, and then—fuck—she squirts, drenching me and the sheets. Absolute perfection. Imogen arches off the bed, caught in the waves, her head tipping back as she comes hard. She’s panting, her head lifting, eyes half-lidded and locked on me. I slip my fingers out, licking them clean, her sweet tangy flavour coating my tongue.

“So fucking sweet.” She rolls her eyes, still catching her breath, and I flash her a grin, feeling way too proud of myself. “That good, huh?”

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