Page 124 of Hidden Echoes

“I want you, Mia. As my wife. As my everything.”

Oh, God. His words did things to me.

“I want you too,” I breathed. “I want all of you.”

And I meant it. I didn’t even know exactly what I was asking for. I just knew that if there was anything left of him that I could claim, I wanted it.

“Then that means I can kiss you here, baby,” he whispered, trailing kisses down my neck, lower, lower—until I could barely breathe.

It wasn’t just passion. It was need.

And I realized then—Zane craved me.

And I had never wanted anything more.

He stirs feelings in me I never thought possible.

The way he holds me—like a tortured soul, like someone who has finally come home or discovered something he’s been desperately seeking.

Zane’s hunger for my touch is palpable, and this realization makes my heart race, as if it's about to leap out of my chest.

I feel his fingers graze my nipple, slipping over the fabric of my bra, each touch lingering as if he's savoring every second, relishing the sensation.

“You’re responsive to me. You’re mine.”

“You’re mine,” I say, my hands tightening around his neck. I pause, watching him, searching for any sign of hesitation, but when he smiles, I don’t hesitate.

I squeeze harder, pulling him closer, my voice low and commanding. “You’ve been my little angel since the moment we met. And you have no choice but to belong to me.”

I feel his cock twitch even more at my words, and then I pull his hair, bringing him to me for another kiss.

“Now ask me nicely, and I will give you what you want, my little angel.”

“What do I want?”

“You want me to shove my mouth down your cock and milk you dry, swallow every fucking drop of cum, and make it rough while you take it like my good boy,” I rasp, my breath coming out in shaky, controlled bursts, and he stares at me, his eyes clouded with a haze of shock and desire.

“P-please.”

“You look so good with my hands around your neck. I can break you.”

I feel his pulse beneath my fingers, the way he submits, his breath catching in his throat. His body quivers, eager for more. I tighten my grip around his neck, savoring the power I have over him. The way he breathes and murmurs that he’ll do anything—I can feel how much he enjoys this. How much he needs it. And it thrills me, knowing I’ve got him exactly where I want him.

“You are such an angelic little thing, and you fucking belong to me,” I whisper, watching him fall deeper into it.

“To you, huh?”

“Yes, and you will do what I say.”

“I will. Everything you want.”

“First, you’ll slip my lingerie to the side and feel how drenched my pussy is for you. My body will make it clear just how much I want you. You’ll find me trembling, soaked, every inch of me begging for you. And when you do, you’ll stop with this nonsense about not being enough.”

Maybe I’m darker than most. Maybe I’m not the type to offer Zane the sweet, submissive intimacy others might. But he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it’s almost as if he craves it.

I like the control he gives me. It’s everything that’s been taken from me my entire life.

His thick hands grip my waist tightly, pulling me toward him. His hands slide over the hem of my lingerie before touching my slit, and I gasp, throwing my head back.

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