Her belly was in knots. She couldn’t take any more.
“Stop,” she begged. “Zane. I can’t.”
She met his gaze over the length of her body and shivered at the carnality on his face.
“Stop holding it in,” he ordered. “Let go and let me taste you. Now!”
He flattened his tongue against her clitoris and increased the thrusting of his fingers.
“Zane!” His name was a wail as the knot ripped free in a flash of fire, spilling heat from her center out to all her limbs. She felt as if she’d been thrown into the sky, as if she were soaring somewhere high above where her body remained. Shivers coursed through her when she finally came back down. She felt the soft flick of Zane’s tongue between her thighs, licking her release from her skin. In between, he planted kisses against her.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” he said in a voice hardened by the control he seemed to be exerting. “I need to fuck you.”
She took a breath and knew she would never be able to deny him anything.
“Take me,” she implored. “Fuck me.”
He rose from between her thighs, lifting one of her legs with him. His gaze met hers and his nostrils flared as he seemed to fight to gain control.
“You’re in heat. My cock may seem different. I don’t want you to be afraid.”
She could see the battle between need and concern reflected in his gaze.
“I know,” she assured him. “Abby told me what happened with Tah when she was in heat. I’m not afraid.”
He nodded and relief seemed to fill him before the burn of unsated lust intensified and consumed him. His cockhead brushed along her sex, rubbing against the wet seam and bumping her clit.
“Say it again,” he commanded.
She knew just what he wanted to hear. “Fuck me.”
He growled, the sexy rumble sending a fresh coat of desire through her channel just before he entered and claimed her fully.
“Diane,” he groaned and began a punishing rhythm.
Each thrust was hard and deep, penetrating and stretching her to accommodate his girth. It should have been uncomfortable. Hell, it should have hurt. He was so much more than any toy she’d used. But it wasn’t. It was perfect. He was perfect, and her body took him as if they’d been designed for one another.
He used one hand to hold himself above her so her nipples rubbed against the sparse black hair that covered his chest. His other hand gripped her thigh, urging her leg up along his side as he fucked her mercilessly. She clutched his biceps, digging her fingers in and clenching on tightly.
“Mine,” he grunted, his gorgeous golden gaze clashing with hers. “You are mine.” He arched his neck and growled, his canines flashing white against his ebony skin.
She felt an answering call deep within herself and refused to hold it back. She used her grasp on his arms to lift her mouth to his skin. She sank her teeth into the hard muscle on his chest and bit down, not breaking skin but leaving her mark none-the-less.
“Mine,” she said when he glanced at her. “You are mine, Zane, and I will kill any woman who tries to say otherwise.”
“No one but you,” he swore and bent to claim her lips as he claimed her sex.
His tongue fucked in and out of her mouth just as his cock took her pussy. She felt the wildness in him and answered it with her own. She met him on every level. Taking as he took, giving as he gave, fucking as he fucked.
Her hips met his thrust for thrust. Her tongue countered his every forage and retreat. Sweat coated them both from the frantic pace he set, and she kept time with it. He broke the kiss and dropped his lips to the spot where he’d bitten her, licking over the wound. Each pass of his tongue seemed to send a surge of fire into her, edging the flames of desire higher and higher instead of sating them.
“I want to feel you come around my dick,” he told her. “Want to feel you milking every drop of seed from me.”
“Ahhh,” she cried as he fucked her even faster, pounding into her and drawing cries of pleasure from her lips. “Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!” She moaned as she came again, her pussy rippling and pulsing around his thrusting cock.
He threw his head back, slammed deep into her and growled her name as she felt the first pulse of cum leave his cock. He eased back and plunged deep again, letting another jet of semen fill her. Then again and again until they were both finally sated and spent. He collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest as he did, wrapping her in his arms and warmth.
She was content to be held by him, especially when so recently she’d been afraid she’d never see him again.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.