Page 57 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“Don’t think so hard, Tinkerbell,” he whispered as he leant closer. “There’s nothing but you and me right here.”

It was as if he knew exactly what was running through my mind. My tangled thoughts and emotions about what this meant. When he kissed me, I held onto his forearms, desperate to forget about everything but him. His hands slid from my face into my hair. The way his fingers grazed my scalp had me melting on the spot.

He had been in sole control earlier when he’d pinned me to his desk. I wondered if it would be the same now. To test the waters, I released his arms and went to push off his hoodie. He released me to allow it to slip off his shoulders and pool on the floor below us. My hands were on his chest, stroking down his t-shirt and wanting to feel his bare skin. Zayn kept kissing me, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands circled my waist and brought me closer to him.

I trailed my fingers underneath his t-shirt, making him hiss into my mouth before he bit down on my bottom lip. I groaned when his hands pushed at my own shirt, shoving it up my body to expose my skin to the air. Lifting my arms up, I let him pull it off me. He kissed his way down my neck, along my chest, to the top of my breast. His hand was there, tearing down the bralette and pinching my nipple. Covering it with his mouth next, he sucked, licked and nibbled, making me squirm in his hold.

“Zayn,” I gasped, breathless all of a sudden.

As he continued to tease my nipple with his tongue, he tore my skirt down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me bare.

“On the bed, little fairy,” he demanded against my skin before he pulled back.

I swayed on my feet, momentarily dazed. He gave me a little nudge, setting me into motion. I crawled on the bed, pulling my bralette off as I went. Laying back against his covers, I watched him smirk. Those beautiful hands of his went to his t-shirt, pulling it upwards to expose his chest to me. The last time I’d seen him this way, it’d been too dark for me to make out much. His right arm had ink snaking up it. It curled over his shoulder to meet his neck. I swallowed hard as he continued undressing until he stood at the end of the bed, his hands resting by his sides and his eyes boring holes into mine.

“Spread your legs.”

The command sent shivers down my spine. I complied, drawing my legs apart for him. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating further with every passing second he stared at me.

“What an enticing display,” he told me as he put one knee on the bed. “Is that all for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was slow to move towards me, crawling up the bed and making me think of a predator about to devour his prey. Zayn stopped between my legs, placing his hands on both my knees and spreading my legs wider for him. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip as he looked from my pussy to my face. My hands curled around the covers below me, wanting to reach for him. To touch him. My desperation for this man was overwhelming.

Would it ever be enough?

Would my craving for him ever really go away?

Both of his hands slid down my inner thighs as he lowered himself. My lips parted when his face met my stomach and his tongue darted out, circling around my belly button. His tattooed right hand planted on my stomach and he held me down on the bed while he parted my lips with his other one, exposing me entirely.

“Good girl,” he breathed over my clit, making me tremble.

All of my attention narrowed to him when his tongue swiped over it. His eyes remained on mine, watching my every reaction to the way he licked me. I don’t know why it made the whole thing far more intense. It just did. I was being studied by this man. Documented. He wanted to know what made me tick. It was obvious from the concentration on his face. The darkness lurking underneath was burning me up inside, along with his tongue on my clit. I fisted the covers and let out a shaky breath.

“Zayn,” I whined when his tongue moved faster, finding the right spot that had my back arching off the bed.

He released me before leaning towards the bedside table and fishing something out of it. I didn’t care what he was getting, only that I had his mouth back on my pussy where I needed it the most. Lowering himself back towards me with something in his hand, I watched him trail his tongue from my clit to my pussy and lower. I squirmed with the sensation. It wasn’t the first time anyone had touched me there. He concentrated back on my clit a moment later, his hands moving below him. When his fingers slid inside my pussy, I moaned. This man had no qualms about giving me more than I had ever imagined I could handle. But I had… for him.

I wanted to be his good girl.

Zayn fucked me with his fingers, continuing to suck my clit. It was pushing me closer to the edge. I was so wrapped up in him, nothing else mattered. My brain was empty of everything but him and what he was doing to my body. He slid his fingers from my pussy and shifted. I heard the pop of a cap and knew exactly what he intended.

“Please,” I whispered, giving him my explicit consent.

He didn’t stop tonguing me. His finger with cool gel applied rubbed around my other entrance, making me shiver with anticipation. When he pressed a single digit inside me, I groaned. He was gentle with his movements, clearly not wanting to hurt me.

“My dirty fairy,” he murmured against my clit. “Do you want me to fuck you here?”

I nodded, biting down hard on my bottom lip as he slid his finger in and out of me. The way he smiled was filled with such wicked desire. He went back to sucking my clit while he fucked me, pressing more fingers inside my tight hole to stretch me out for him. To make it possible for me to take his thick dick.

“Harder… please,” I cried out when he pressed three fingers inside me. “I think I’m going to come.”

My fists were white around the covers. I wanted this man in me, taking what I’d given him. Taking what was his. When he thrust harder, I was gone. My thoughts collided with each other, as did the sensations driving up my spine. The bloom of pleasure sank into my bones. It only lasted seconds, but they had to be some of the best ones of my life.

I panted as my body turned to jelly as my fingers uncurled from the covers. My eyes closed, letting myself settle after my climax. Zayn slowed his movements. His mouth left my clit, and he kissed his way up my inner thigh, letting me know without words what a good girl I’d been.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me with his head resting against my thigh and his fingers were still buried inside me. His gaze made me feel like I was the only woman he had eyes for.

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