Page 133 of Seeking Shadows

“Yes.”

“So you’re going to let me worship you,” he bends down, lifting my leg and resting it on his shoulder. In this position, no one can see what we are doing inside the room, but if someone comes outside, they can see everything.

We are exposed.

There’s something about that that sends a jolt of electricity through me. The idea that everything could unravel instantly, but right now, it’s just us.

Zane runs the tip of his nose over my skin, drawing a gasp from me. Each touch of his is equivalent to my combustion as if my body feeds only on that—him.

In our sexual dynamic, I usually have control. This is much more. It’s... something that makes me vulnerable.

“Zane…” His nose reaches the hem of my dress, and he slowly lifts it.

“Look at me,” he commands in his deep voice that does things to me. I’ve never seen this side of him before. I obey.

“You will look at me while I lick my delicious pussy. I want your eyes on me, do you understand?”

His closeness is almost suffocating, desperate, the kind of intensity that makes my pulse race. I want this so much, I can barely breathe, all I can do is nod, silently begging him to continue.

And then he smiles. That smile—that smile—like he hasn’t already taken every breath from me, every ounce of my focus.

Like I’m not already completely undone by him.

But it’s in that smile, that slow, knowing curve of his lips, that I realize… I’m already his, body and soul.

“They’ll see,” I mutter, my cheeks flushing with realization. It happened so fast, and I was so wet that, in one quick motion, his hand was inside my panties and his finger had slipped inside me.

All my protests fade, swallowed by the pleasure that follows. The words I want to say die on my lips, powerless, as if they never even mattered.

“Let them,” he murmurs, and his tongue slides over my clit in a lazy motion. “Remember, eyes on me, baby.”

Finally, he slides his tongue inside me, licking as if he were taking his time to taste me.

“Mmm,” I murmur as his tongue fucks me. My eyes close involuntarily at the sensation, and then I’m filled with the pulsing ache in my center mixing with the waves of pleasure.

“Eyes on me. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He returns his attention to my clit, sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy and licking all around, pushing against its inner walls.

He savors every inch of me, like he’s at a lavish banquet, each touch deliberate, each taste lingering. I watch, completely drenched, as my own pleasure spills over, coating his mouth, his cheek, leaving a mess that only deepens the heat between us.

I watch, trying to control myself, every nerve in my body begging to give in and let my orgasm take over.

But I want it to last.

I want to watch.

I watch, breathless, as he moves his head from side to side, his tongue flicking and swirling, pulling out new, intoxicating sensations with each shift.

"You think you don’t mean anything to anyone here? You mean everything to me. I may not be the most powerful, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ll always stand by you. I’ll always be here, right beside you, and I’ll worship you in every way. You’re mine, wife."

“Even with all the horrible things I did?”

“Even if you actually did those things. There is nothing that would make me want you less. Nothing that would make me stop wanting you. I would follow you to the end of the fucking earth if I had to, Mia Hill.”

He moves his tongue upward, licking the top of my slit, just below my clit, and slides two fingers inside my pussy.

I watch. God, I watch.

I watch his fingers moving in and out of my pussy as he gently licks me with a mischievous smile on his face, as if he knows I’m about to give in.

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