Page 94 of Seeking Shadows

I leaned in, my voice a breath against his lips. “Because you’re my good boy.”

He whimpered, and that was it.

“And good boys,” I said, tightening my grip and picking up the pace again, “get the job done.”

With a growl like it tore out from somewhere deep, he turned me fast, my back slamming against the wall hard enough to steal my breath. His mouth claimed mine in a messy, possessive kiss as he hooked my leg over his hip, one hand sliding my panties to the side, and pushed inside me like he couldn’t wait a second longer.

The thrust knocked the breath from my lungs.

I cried out, clinging to his shoulders, but even then, I didn’t let go of control—I moved with him, rolled my hips to pull him deeper, made him feel how tight I could keep him there. Made himfeelwhat he did to me.

“You think you’re in charge?” I whispered against his mouth, panting between the words. “You think fucking me like this makes it yours?”

His hands tightened on my thighs, slamming into me harder—but I only moaned.

“I’m meeting every move, Zane. Riding every thrust. Taking what I want.”

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Mia…”

I bit his lower lip, hard enough to make him groan. “That’s right, baby. Give it to me. You’re mine. And I’ll take you how I want.”

His forehead fell to my shoulder, hips stuttering as I clenched around him, making us both shake.

“You’re gonna make me—fuck—Mia—”

I gripped the back of his neck, dragging his mouth to mine. “No one else makes you fall apart like this. No one elsegetsthis. You feel that?”

He could only nod, eyes wild and glassy, desperate.

“I own this,” I whispered. “Every part of you. Now cum for me, pretty boy. Cum knowing you’ll never fuck anyone else like this in your life.”

And he did.

Hard.

Hot.

Groaning into my mouth as he came inside me, cock twitching deep, his body folding into mine like he’d just been cracked open. I felt it—all of him. The way he trembled as I pulsed around him, the way he kissed me like I was the only thing in the world worth holding on to.

And when I came, it was sharp, blinding—my body clenching so tight around him that he gasped my name against my lips, both of us unraveling at once. It wasn’t just sex. It never was.

But I didn’t expect what came next.

Zane leaned into me, still breathing hard, forehead pressed to my shoulder like he was trying to slow his own heartbeat. Then he pulled back—just far enough to look at me, eyes wild and dark.

His fingers grazed the side of my thigh. The panties he’d shoved to the side earlier were still bunched there, wet and useless.

He growled.

“You’re still dripping.”

My breath hitched. He dragged his fingers through the slick mess between my legs—his cum and mine, mixing, coating my skin. He stared like it pissed him off that it was leaking out. Like he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else ever seeing me like this.

“I’m not done with you,” he muttered. “You think I’m gonna fuck you, fill you, and just let it go?”

I swallowed. “Zane—”

He was already dropping to his knees, dragging me with him as he backed me into the wall. The movement made me flinch from how sensitive I was, but he didn’t give me a chance to recover. His fingers hooked into the lace again, pulling it aside—rougher this time, hungrier.

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