Page 56 of Fired Up Love

“Stay tonight,” she whispered, the simple request carrying layers of meaning. “Not because of Severin or the blood moon or anything else. Just...stay with me.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Xai answered truthfully.

Her smile bloomed like sunrise breaking over mountain peaks. She stood, holding out her hand to him in silent invitation.

FIFTY-FOUR

She walked into the kitchen to place their mugs in the sink, and he followed closely. He barely glanced around before he grasped her biceps tightly and drew her in close.

She gasped as his lips found her neck, kissing softly. His nostrils flared, and a low, rumbly growl escaped his throat.

“Zina…” he whispered into her ear, right before nibbling on the lobe. “I want you.”

She didn’t resist as he tugged the shoulder straps of her dress down, smoothing them out of his way. His fingers picked at the snaps of her bra, figuring them out in record time. She moaned with relief as her breasts hung free, then gasped when he clutched them in his big, powerful hands.

“How I have longed to touch you,” he groaned in her ear. Cuddling up to her backside, he kissed his way down her neck to her shoulder, fingers teasing her breasts.

“Xai…” she didn’t know what else to say.

“I love the way you say my name,” he growled. His body melded against her own. She felt the hard, growing bulge of his erection through his pants. He rubbed it on her ass, pressing their flesh through the thin fabric separating them.

Zina responded, feeling a growing dampness between her legs. A deep, pulsating tingle shot through her body, the epicenter glowing on her clit. She adored his touch, his attentiveness.

A thrill rushed along with a flush of shame as he pulled her dress down to pool around her ankles. She was more exposed to him than she had been to a man in some time.

“Your body is exquisite,” he mumbled into her flesh. She felt his skin sliding against her own as she sank into a crouch. His hands brushed over the smooth slope of her ass. Zina cried out when she felt his lips on her bottom.

He slipped her panties off and ran a finger through the growing wetness in her core. Zina shuddered, bracing her arms on the kitchen counter and thrusting her bottom out lewdly. She was past the point of caring. She just wanted to feel his touch all over.

“I want you so badly.”

He continued to stroke her wetness while kissing down her back. She nearly came the moment his lips touched her sex.

He lapped her up. She tried to keep herself steady against the countertop, but her knees shook as his tongue did all kinds of wonderful things to her.

“Xai, please! Do something!” she snapped, punctuating it with a low groan. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Her appeal made him stand and turn her to face him. He scooped her up and carried her into the living room, laying her on the sofa and then pressing her thighs apart. She reddened as she was exposed to him utterly in the indoor light.

His pupils dilated, nostrils flared, and then he buried his face back into her pussy. Zina’s mouth became an O as he suckled on her swollen lower lips, ran his tongue through her folds, and did it all while letting out a succession of hungry, sexy grunts.

Her hands went to the back of his head, feeling his hair. It was so soft, and what he was doing felt so amazing.

She gave herself over fully to him as he took full control of her pussy and made her feel utter ecstasy.

His big fingers invaded her core, pressing their way inside as his mouth worked her clit. Zina squeezed her eyes shut as fireworks exploded behind her lids. Her high-pitched cry echoed off the walls as he sucked her while stroking her inside and out.

She writhed about on the sofa, a panting, sweating mess. She lifted her head enough to look him in the eye as the waves of climax hit her one after another. His eyes peered up at her while his mouth still worked. She could see the smile in his eyes, a man genuinely happy to see the pleasure he’d caused.

Softly, slowly, he pulled away from her, rearing up to his full height, towering over her. She watched him remove the rest of his clothes, and her eyes locked in on his throbbing erection that stood at full attention.

She knew she should be worried about the logistics of getting something so thick and long inside of her, but with heavy-lidded eyes still locked onto it, all she could think was how much she wanted it.

Zina raised her gaze from his cock to his face and then arched her brows. That was all the encouragement he needed. He dropped one knee onto the couch, between her legs, and positioned himself at her opening.

“Do you want this, Zina?” the prince asked as his cock touched her entry.

“Yessss…” Zina hissed, thrusting her hips to try to push him farther inside.

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