Page 68 of Zero Hour

He took her hand and guided it between them, wrapping her fingers around his length.

Oh,God.

He was thick, solid heat in her grip, velvety skin over rigid steel. He hissed when she stroked up his shaft, his breath coming out in a low growl.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Tentatively, she moved her hand, up, then down, watching his face. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and intense as he thrust against her grip.

“Shit, Jasmine.” His voice was strained, his control slipping. “If you keep that up, I won’t last.”

“Isn’t that the point?” she teased, her voice husky, emboldened by his reaction.

His nostrils flared, and suddenly, she was flat on her back again, his body caging hers, his lips devouring hers with a hunger that stole her breath away.

He rocked against her, his cock sliding against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

She gasped. “Patrick?—”

“You ready?” His voice was strained, every muscle in his body held taut, shaking with restraint.

She nodded, heart pounding. She didn’t think she’d ever been this ready.

He pressed inside, slow, careful, stretching her inch by agonizing inch.

“Oh—” She gasped, clutching at his shoulders. His thick, hard length filled her to the core.

“Relax,” he rasped against her skin.

He kissed her, coaxing, patient, letting her feelhim. Letting her get used to the sheer size of him. She could feel his body trembling with the effort.

She breathed out, forcing her body to relax. Then he rolled his hips, pushing deeper.

She cried out, pleasure shooting through her.

Patrick groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder. “Fuck, Jasmine.”

She clung to him, overwhelmed by the sensation, by the intimacy, byhim.

And then he moved.

Oh.God.

Slow, deep thrusts, each one sending her spiraling higher. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into his back as he rocked into her, stretching her, filling her like no one else ever had.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned against her ear.

“So do you,” she gasped, before he thrust again, and she was lost.

Patrick stared down at her. “Look at me, Jasmine.”

She hesitated, the intensity in his gaze terrifying.

“Look at me,” he ordered, driving deeper.

She met his eyes.

Her breath caught.

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