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“I can’t guarantee the future. Just right now,” she mutters, picking up the material and throwing it into the fire. She tosses the shoes intoo, then we stand and watch them burn until they’re nothing more than ash. Then she turns on her heels and walks toward the stairs in nothing but a thong. “I need to find some clothes.”
Fuck.
I can’t let her walk away from me, not like this.
Not ever.
Chapter 22
Autumn
Before I make it to the first step, I’m being spun around.
Zane pulls me close and our lips slam together.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he says between greedy kisses. Our mouths and tongues tangle and I’m breathless.
“Your eyes have always given you away,” I say, threading my fingers through his messy hair.
Seconds later, he’s lifting me into his strong arms and carrying me up the stairs.
Moon rays beam through the high windows, creating the perfect amount of light for me to admire how beautiful he is with his chiseled jaw and plump lips. He kicks open the large, historic doors to his room and sets me on my feet. I unbuckle his belt as he walks me to the edge of the bed. As he pushes the thong from my body, he never once takes his eyes from mine.
We hold a silent conversation. This is right.
His mouth is on me and he kisses up my stomach, between my breasts, until he’s back to my ear. A strong hand rests on my ass as he whispers, “There is no uncrossing this line, Autumn. I don’t fuck and forget.”
“I want to take risks with you,” I admit as his hand wraps around my waist and he turns me until my back is against his chest. I feel his rigid cock and think it might actually break me in two.
He gently guides me forward until my knees are on the mattress, then guides me down onto my palms. I’m on all fours with my ass upright as he stands behind me. I glance over my shoulder, catching a peek of him, and he smirks as he admires me.
“Arch that back for me a little more, Pumpkin, and show me that beautiful pussy I’m devouring tonight.”
I do exactly what he says, spreading my legs, giving him views of all that I am, all that I’m offering. Typically, in the past, had I been in this position, I would’ve been timid, maybe shy. Not under his gaze, not when he smiles at me like the man in my dreams.
I crave him like I crave cooler weather, bonfires, and crunchy leaves. I need him at the core of my essence, burying himself deep inside me.
Seconds later, he’s kissing, sucking, and biting my left cheek before moving over to the right. Sparks ignite, and by the stroke of midnight, he’ll have burned me to the ground with his touch. His warm breath gently brushes against my skin.
My pussy clenches in anticipation as his fingers tease my clit. Then there I am, on all fours for this man that I want, that I need, that I’ve craved since the very first word he ever spoke to me.
“You’re already sofuckingwet for me,” he says, rubbing my ass then barely dipping the tip of his large finger into my entrance. I grab onto the silk comforter with my fists, nearly crumbling by a single touch. It’s been so long since anyone other than myself has touched me.
“Dripping fucking wet like a goddamn needy girl.”
“Yourneedy girl,” I say, my body springing to life with anticipation as he moves closer. Iamneedy, almost desperate for him. A part of me believes this is what his sister was talking about tonight. Maybe this is the right moment. It seems like it. My heart says it is.
A ragged breath releases from my throat when he kisses my pussy then slowly inserts his fat tongue inside me.
“Mmhmm,” I hum and sink into him, the scruff on his face creating the perfect amount of friction.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” he whispers against me, sucking on my clit.
“Oh yes,” I moan out, nearly coming on his face, but he stops.
Unpredictably, he flips me over, sliding his hands under my ass to move me to the edge of the bed. When I’m there, he drops to his knees like he’s ready to worship me. Tonight, he will.
“Zane,” I whisper, and he looks up at me like I’m his. “No one has—”
