Page 58 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“Do you want to stop?”

I reached for him, wanting his body against mine, my hands all over him.

“No, please, I want you.”

He pulled his fingers from me and sat up, kneeling between my still spread legs. He gripped my hip and tugged me into his lap to give him a better angle. I watched him finish prepping me and himself. Then he was against me, pushing inside me and making it ache in the best possible way.

“Fuck,” I ground out through my teeth at the feel of him. The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, but the pressure was intense.

After he used a wipe to clean his fingers off, he placed a hand over my hip and stroked my clit with his thumb to ease me into it. I felt myself relaxing into his touch, into taking him. He was slow as he moved in and out of me. It was so fucking good.

I reached for him again, desperate for more physical contact. Zayn smiled as he adjusted the two of us, pushing my legs up into my chest and leaning over me. He caught my mouth with his, kissing me as he fed me his cock.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips. “My good little fairy.”

“More, please,” I gasped.

I couldn’t help touching him, running my hands down his chest. The dark hair on it tickled my fingertips, but I liked it. I was enamoured by everything about Zayn.

He took one of my hands, pressing it down on the covers by my head and lacing our fingers together. He watched me as he fucked me, eyes intent on mine as if he didn’t want to miss a single moment of this. The sheer intimacy of it had my heart racing out of control.

I pressed my feet into the covers and moved against him, matching his rhythm and encouraging him deeper. He didn’t have to tell me I was making him feel good. I could see it in his face. See it in every movement he made. I didn’t want this to be all about my pleasure. It had to go both ways.

He took my other hand, pushing it between us and making me touch myself for him. He didn’t stop fucking me even as he pressed my own fingers into my pussy, filling me up further. The heel of my palm rubbed against my clit. I felt so full, so much pressure inside me building up to something I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for. My head might have been too full to even think about coming earlier, but this was different. I was done for when it came to this man and the things he did to me.

“That’s it, Tinkerbell, fuck your pussy for me. Show me how much you love taking me and your fingers.”

I complied even as he kept his hand on mine, making me touch myself for him. He caught my mouth with his to swallow all my cries until I was shaking under the onslaught.

“Zayn,” I cried into his mouth as the world shattered around me. At least, it felt like it. Or maybe it was me succumbing to him. To everything he did to me and made me feel. I was hopelessly addicted to the man inside me.

He groaned, fucking me harder. Letting go of my mouth, he buried his face in my neck, panting as his release washed over him. Almost as if he didn’t want me to see him come undone.

The two of us caught our breath for a long minute when we were spent. He pressed kisses to my skin. They were like brands, reminding me of who I belonged to. As if I could forget.

Zayn pulled out of me before plucking me from the bed and taking me into his bathroom to clean me and him up. He put me back in bed, turned out the lights, and joined me. The covers were tucked around us as we lay there facing each other. He took my hand and kissed my fingertips, then laced them together between us.

“What’s on your mind?”

I looked away, unsure of how to answer him. Zayn didn’t like that because he took a hold of my chin and forced me into meeting his eyes in the dark.

“Arianna.”

“You said we couldn’t do this, so I’m confused and… and a little scared you’re going to be distant again when I wake up tomorrow because our circumstances haven’t changed.”

“You’re right. They haven’t.”

“Then what—”

He put his fingers over my mouth.

“I’m not finished.” He let out a little huff of air. “I didn’t mean to be distant, Tink. That has never been my intention. And the rest? Just let it be what it is right now.” He moved closer, pressing his forehead against mine and curling his fingers into my hair. “I’m going to take care of you. Do you trust me on that?”

I nodded. I’d trusted him from the start. It hadn’t changed because we’d slept together. If anything, it only made me trust him more. He’d looked after me all this time in ways I never knew I needed.

“Say it.”

“I trust you.”

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