Page 107 of The Rivals' Touch

He doesn’t reply, but there’s an uptick to his expression, a slight curve to his lips.

I chuckle disbelievingly. “You knew I would follow you in here.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t know you, remember?”

“You’re right. You don’t know me.”

“I don’t,” he agrees, an infuriating smile playing over his lips.

I make a strangled noise; a scoff, a snort, a disbelieving laugh? “Fuck you, Zayd!”

I storm out but don’t make it past the threshold before barging back in. I slam the door shut with every intention of chewing him out. Instead, I straddle him on the bed and wipe the amused grin from his lips with a savage kiss.

He flips me over, fists my hair in a tight grip, and sweeps his tongue against mine. We’re a clash of lips and teeth.

I clutch his hoodie, loving his weight on top of me, his masculine smell. “Zayd!”

He turns my face to the side and trails scorching kisses down my jaw. “You’re mine, Remi! I won’t let you marry some fucking douche.”

The fire in his words is the embers to my hope. I promptly snuff it out. We’re powerless against my father, and stolen moments are all we have. I run my hands up his chest and the back of his neck, burying my fingers in his dark hair. “Zayd!”

He grins against my lips and slides his hand inside my jeans and panties; his calloused fingers tease my wet slit. “What do you want, baby?”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he circles my clit, softly at first and then harder. “Please, don’t stop.”

Continuing his sweet assault on my body, he dives down to nibble and suck on my neck.

“Oh god!” I moan, digging my nails into his back, my body awakening at his touch. It lights up the night sky, guiding us safely through the dark forest. “Zayd, please!” I need more, more, more.

“Please, what?” he whispers, circling my tight entrance with his finger, dipping the tip inside.

I buck my hips, chasing his touch.

Zayd works the rest of his finger inside me and bites my bottom lip between his teeth, making me shiver before he releases it. “What do you need, baby?”

I need you to fuck me; I need you to make me yours. Ruin me, Zayd. Hand me back in pieces.

My lips part with a silent moan, and my body trembles as everything inside me tenses – I’m falling apart in Zayd’s arms; he’s my entire universe, my maker, and my destroyer.

“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he whispers against my lips and slides his finger out. He lowers his zipper and shoves his jeans down. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

My eyes widen when he takes his dick out and pumps the impressive length. He’s big. More so than I remember.

“You want it?” he asks, his voice hoarse with desire. “You want my cock inside you?”

I’ve never wanted something so much in my life. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. “Please, Zayd!”

His lips crash against mine, and he yanks my jeans and panties down my legs. He’s rough and desperate.

Impatient, I kick my pants off. My body trembles beneath him; every nerve ending is alive, sparking at his touch. I fist his hair and bring his lips to mine. “I need you, Zayd!”

He leans to the side, opens the nightstand, and grabs a condom. Tearing the packet with his teeth, he sheaths his dick while I sweep my gaze over the sharp planes of his face. Fuck, he’s so handsome and rugged. His intense eyes hold mine as he fists his shaft and nudges my tight entrance. “You better want this because it’s too late to say no.” Hand on the headboard, he slams his hips home.

My mouth parts with a moan, and I fist the bedsheet, my back arching off the bed. Pleasure surges through me, unlike anything I’ve known before. It borders on pain. It’s too much, and he’s too big, but I never want him to stop. Zayd’s dark eyes memorize my every reaction to his brutal assault on my body. The bed creaks loudly, but the noise barely registers. The slide of his cock, rubbing against every inch of my inner walls, steals the breath from my lungs.

“You’re tight!” Zayd groans with heavy eyes; a bead of sweat forms on his nose. He yanks my t-shirt up and pulls my bra down, exposing my damp skin to the cool air. When his warm mouth covers my nipple, I moan his name and slide my hands underneath his hoodie.

The muscles in Zayd’s back contract as I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. “I’m going to come, Zayd!” I whimper, surprised by how fast I’m hurtling toward the edge of the cliff.

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