His hand stroked up her neck, and he pulled her mouth down to his. The embrace was tender and demanding, sweet and hot.
She moaned and her hips moved, rubbing against his cock in an unconscious motion, something she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. Ellie wanted to climb inside him and never leave.
When his mouth slid down her neck, taking little nips of her skin before soothing them with his tongue, he murmured hoarsely against her throat, “Now fuck me before I lose my mind.”
Ellie shifted, using one of her hands to guide him to her before she sunk down on him as gently as possible. “Easy,” she cautioned.
“Baby, I don’t think there’s any way to avoid making this a rough ride.” Grasping her hips, Zane pushed up and sank deeper inside her. “Oh, hell, yeah,” he groaned. “You feel so damn perfect. So tight, so damn hot, Ellie. You’re mine. I think you were always meant to be mine.”
Gasping as he bucked up again, Ellie slapped her hands on his shoulders for support, moaning as he ducked his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His teeth, lips, and tongue teased her breasts as his hands guided her to a frantic up and down rhythm that was driving her crazy.
“Tell me you love me now,” Zane growled as he slammed up into her again and again. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”
Breathless with pleasure, she answered, “I love you. I need you. I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine.”
Ellie was feeling the same possessive, covetous emotions that Zane was experiencing right now, and she lost herself to the carnal ecstasy that was coursing through her body.
Her orgasm wasn’t just approaching; it was racing toward her like a speeding train. Her short nails dug into his shoulders, and she leaned her head back. The shift of position made his cock slide along her throbbing clit, and, unable to take any more, Ellie let her climax rock her body, the muscular walls of her channel squeezing down on Zane’s pummeling cock.
“Fuck, baby. Come for me,” Zane demanded. “Jesus, Ellie, I love you. I love you so damn much!”
The bliss of what was happening to her body and the thrill of hearing Zane’s expression of love while he was moving inside her was probably the most satisfying, hottest experience she’d ever known. When he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her down to take her mouth greedily, Ellie rode out the prolonged climax, knowing Zane was about to spill himself deep inside her.
He broke off the ferocious embrace and put his head back, grabbed her ass and let his fiery release consume him, sending Ellie up in flames and taking her with him.
Ellie moved from Zane’s lap as soon as she caught her breath. “I thought I told you not to move.”
Zane’s spontaneous, deep laugh boomed through the family room. “Did you really expect that to happen?”
“Yes,” she answered, feeling a little naïve. “You could have just laid there and enjoyed it.”
He pulled her naked body against his and put his arm around her, letting her rest her head against his shoulder. “Never going to happen, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you too much not to be a willing participant.”
He more than just participated. He liked to be in control. Maybe it was because she’d initially been a virgin, but she was pretty sure it was just his nature. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked anxiously. It had been a rough and tumble session, and he wasn’t completely recovered.
“No. You wrecked me,” he complained good-naturedly.
Ellie smiled, knowing he was just fine by the tone of his voice. “How are you feeling about what happened with Sean?” The top guy in his lab had betrayed him. That had to hurt.
“I wanted to kill him. But when I think of what I have, I can’t be bitter. I wish I would have seen the signs, but there weren’t any huge red flags. The whole thing is kind of surreal, actually.”
Ellie nodded against his shoulder. “I think so, too. I’m so sorry he hurt you.” She meant both physically and emotionally.
“Honestly, I don’t give a shit anymore. His ass will rot in jail and we’ll be happy. Although we really need to talk about you putting your life in danger.”
“No, we don’t. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” she answered haughtily. “End of discussion.”
“That was pretty short,” Zane teased, playing with a lock of her hair.
“You know you would have done the same thing.”
“Granted,” he admitted. “But Tate and Marcus should have left you and Lara out of the whole thing.”