Page 152 of Deliverance

I silence him with a kiss, then murmur, “I doubt you’ll do anything I won’t like. I trust you. Just fuck me already.”

He laughs softly, his hot breath caressing my face as he settles against my center. “Okay. If you insist…”

Heat washes through me. “Less talking, Shaw.” I grasp his ass and lean into him, my core burning from the press of his length against my entrance.

He pushes in and my body trembles from the contact. My breath catches and stops completely. My fingers dig into the skin on his back.

A large palm cups my cheek. “Drew, baby?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just…go slow.” I manage to get the words out, my heart thudding inside my chest, my pulse skittering.

Zander slides in deeper, past my tightness, carefully burying himself to the hilt. There’s pain. Yet not the morbid kind I felt with Rhys. My body doesn’t reject the hard, throbbing warmth but welcomes every glorious inch, and the ache becomes something else entirely as he pulls out and thrusts again, setting an agonizing pace.

The strokes are thoughtful, deliberate, long.

“Is this okay, Drew?” His whispers barely reach me because I’m so gone. “Is this slow enough, baby?” He kisses the spot right above my temple.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes. God. Don’t you fucking dare stopping.”

I shove my hands into his hair again, wrapping the strands around my fingers. The tension below my stomach spins and grows and it’s all too much, the hurt and the pleasure becoming one. “God, you are magnificent.” Zander’s voice rough and low, his face glistening in the pale moonlight. “I’m so fucking lost in you right now.”

The ache spirals through me like a shot of electricity, fast and powerful. My toes curl. My eyes screw shut. My mind drifts.

“Just a little bit faster,” I plead, arching into him. My palm slips to the back of his neck, our chests brushing with each inhale.

Zander’s thrusts turn harsh, his hips rolling and grinding and slamming against mine with a fierce rhythm. Over and over again until we’re both slick and sticky with sweat, until I don’t know my name anymore, until there’s nothing but this commanding need, this desire to touch him everywhere, to mark him with my nails and to claim him with my lips so the entire world can see that he’s mine the next time we leave this house.

“Yes, right there,” I moan.

Zander hits a spot somewhere inside me and I shudder. “You like that?” He burrows his face into the crook of my neck, shaking from straining.

“Do it again.” Asking for things instead of being told has never felt this wonderful.

He moves and my body responds instantly, bursting into dozens of flames as he draws every ounce of pleasure out of me, every ounce I’m willing to give him.

“Yes, yes, yes… I think I’m going to…”Come.

My tongue fails to finish voicing the thought. The release shutters me completely. I fall and fall and fall into sweet, filthy nothingness for what seems like forever. Parts of me are vaguely aware of Zander’s own orgasm as his loud breaths echo mine when he collapses on top of me.

For a while, we just lie there, utterly destroyed, hair wet and tangled, limbs entwined. The stillness is almost absolute, even the distant roar of the ocean seems like a dream.

Finally, Zander pulls out and disposes of the condom. Then he rests on his side, propping himself up with an elbow. “Was that okay?” The graze of his lips over the shell of my ear adds another shiver to the aftershocks still snaking down my spine.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I say quietly, voice tremulous.

“Like what?” His fingers skim over my stomach, tracing lazy circles.

I swallow, my resolve slowly returning to me. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.” I turn my head slightly to face him. “Free.”

Zander shifts to cradle my head, his eyes burning with something new. “I’m glad.” He kisses me. “And I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way with a woman before.”

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