Page 108 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

Electricity filled his veins. Zoe’s oiled body lay on the bed, waiting for him. Gently, he tipped the jug, so just a drop came out and landed on her sternum, the red colour vivid against her skin like he’d hoped.

He heard Zoe’s small gasp. “Lower.”

Her whole body was his canvas, and he hadn’t really thought about a pattern, but he tipped the candle over the bridge of her ribs. Her nipples were hard and stiff. It would be their turn eventually, but everything he’d read was to build up slowly.

“Fuck, this looks amazing on you,” he said reverently. This time he poured more of a dotted line to just above her belly button. Zoe tried to seesaw her thighs together. He’d never watched need build with quite so much focus. Carefully, he pressed his finger to the very first dot. It was firm, not quite solid.

“Alex,” she cried, when he lowered the height again, this time to drip wax over her hip bone.

He peeled the very first drip of wax, pleased to note there was no sign of a burn.

With a wicked grin, he dripped his initials, A and K to either side of her belly button.

And did anything say you’re mine like the sight of her branded like that? Maybe he’d ask her to do the same to him.

Deliberately, he held the jug over her breast, watching the way her chest lowered and rose faster than normal.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what, Zoe?” he asked, even though he knew.

He stroked his other thumb over her clit into the wetness between her lips and back again. “What do you need?”

Next time he’d bring a vibrator, alternating between wax and vibration.

“Let it spill.”

Sliding two fingers deep inside her, he poured a short stream over her nipple. Immediately he felt her come around him. Her back arched, the wax ran a short way over the rise of her breast, and she moaned his name.

King might be his surname, but it had taken Zoe to make him feel like one.

As he eased her through what he hoped would be the first of many orgasms tonight, he blew out the candle and placed it on the bedside table.

“Touch me,” he said as he shifted so he straddled her hips. “Make me come all over your stomach too. I want it mixed with the wax.”

“Like this?” she asked reaching for him, stroking him tentatively at first, and then more firmly.

“God. Yeah. Just like that.” He thrust into her hands while he gripped her wax-stained hip. But it was the look in her eyes that sent him over the edge. Because adoration from a woman you were falling in love with was the headiest fucking thing.

He shuddered as his release joined the splats of wax on her. “Zoe. Fuck.”

Breathless, he placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her. It was messy, gasping, and intense.

“Is it your turn now?” she asked when they finally broke apart.

“Yeah. But first…shit.” She was going to think he was a freak.

“What?”

“Can I get a picture? Of this?” He ran his finger through the wetness on her stomach. “You know what. Never mind. I’ll keep it in my memory instead.”

“Alex.” Zoe gripped his wrist. “Why do you want a picture?”

“Because you’re hot. This is hot. And when I’m away from you, I want to be able to take it out and look at it and remember this and feel close to you while I jerk off.” And here came the judgement…

“Can you do it in a way that ensures I’m unidentifiable?”

He grabbed her wrists, holding them tight. “You’ll let me?”

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