Page 137 of Hidden Echoes

“I’ve never done it this way,” Zane says against my mouth, his words almost a confession.

“How?” I ask, breathless.

“Like I wanted it so much. Like I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“It was never like that for me, either.”

“So this is our first time?” He asks, his lips curling into a weak smile.

“Yes, my angel,” I reply, my heart swelling with something bigger than I thought I could feel. “This is our first time.”

He shifts, his movements smooth and purposeful, until he's hovering above me, his body leaning into mine.

And in that moment, it hits me. It’s not just about what we’re doing. It’s about everything we’ve been through together.

I love him. I do.

And in a way, I think he’s taught me something, too—not just how to live outside my little bubble of chaos, but how tolove—myself, him,us.

I could drown in that feeling. And I don’t think I’d mind.

The moment his cock slides inside me, I swear time slows down. I’m gasping, my whole body catching on that exact second when everything clicks into place. It’s like, oh wow, so this is how the universe intended it to be?

I feel so full.

“You have no idea how much I need you,” he says, his voice rough, his gaze locked onto mine. “It’s bordering on insanity at this point.”

A slow grin tugs at my lips. “So maybe you’ve finally reached my level,” I murmur, my fingers splaying across his chest. Then, with all the seriousness in the world, I add, “Now, I’m gonna need you to move because you’re killing me inside.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, sliding deeper inside me.

And I feel pleasure wash over me in a way I've never felt before.

Now, it makes so much sense why some people base marriages on sex. Because of the way Zane's hips move against me, the way his cock slides deeply inside my pussy feels so good.

I don't want to stop.

"More," I breathe, my hands instinctively finding the chain around his neck. I tug him closer, desperate like I could somehow fuse us—like I could make us one.

Zane increases his pace; I see in his eyes how lost he is to the sensation. He fucks me while looking down at me, his eyes never leaving mine for a second, and it's intense... intense enough to bring me to the edge. Then, like a dam breaking, it all crashes over me at once—raw, overwhelming, a flood of sensation that takes over my entire body. I feel every nerve, every inch of me consumed, each wave of pleasure pulsing harder than the last.

“Mia, I’m about to cum all over your stomach.”

“Inside me, I want you to cum inside me,” I command, and he lets out a desperate grunt doing exactly as I asked.

He lets go, spilling inside me, and the sensation sends a shudder through my entire body. I press Zane closer, as if holding him tight enough could make us one—like I could keep him there, inside me, forever.

“That’s my little angel,” I say happily, complimenting him. “Good boy.”

His eyes darken at my words, and I feel confidence emanating within me.

Maybe that's something we can explore.

“Zane?”

"Yes."

“Can we do it again?”

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