Page 151 of Celestial Combat

He watched me with lazy eyes, but the intensity of his stare stole the air out of my chest. Without breaking eye contact, I laid a soft kiss on his tip, before taking him intomy mouth again. Zane gritted his teeth, his six-pack flexed and his erection twitched in my hand.

Smirking, I rolled my eyes back and moaned around him, the vibrationsmaking him groan again, and his thighs tensed under my palms. I loved hearing him lose control, even if just a little. Zane was always so in command, so perfectly calculated – but when I had him like this?

I bobbed my head slowly, letting saliva drip down his cock as I stroked the base with one hand and gripped his thigh with the other. He tasted like skin and salt, and I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, pushing myself until the back of my throat threatened to give.

His hand shot out, gripping my hair tight and yanking my head back just enough to make me gasp.

“Fuck,” he growled, eyes dark and hooded. “You’re so goddamn good at that.”

I smirked, licking my lips as I went back and took him into my mouth, moaning again as he held my hair at the sides. I could feel him getting closer – his breath hitching, his hips rolling into my mouth without restraint.

Then he straightened and reached out behind me, his other hand coming down hard on my ass, making me jolt and whimper around his cock.

“You like that?” he said, voice heavy, smug. “You want me to come in your throat?”

I pulled back just enough to suck in a breath, then licked him slow and sloppy. “Mhmm.”

His jaw clenched as he leaned back into the couch.

I didn’t stop. I sucked him faster now, tighter, feeling his thighs flex under me. He let out a deep growl – and then came, hard, with a hand still tangled in my hair and his hips lifting off the couch.

I swallowed everything I could, keeping eye contact until his muscles finally relaxed and he let out a breathless laugh. “Fuck, Kali.”

I licked him clean, then sat back, gasping and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My thighs were already pressed together for relief, but it didn’t help.

Zane was still catching his breath when he reached down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me up. His mouth caught mine, rough and possessive, tasting himself on my lips.

Then he spun me around and bent me over the couch’s armrest and I naturally arched for him.

I braced myself, heart thudding, as he pulled my panties off – the anticipation killing me.

I gasped when I felt him there, sliding between my thighs, fucking the slick space between them with slow, heavy strokes. The pressure. The heat. The sound of him moaning just behind me.

“You’re soaked,” he muttered, hips grinding deeper, his length dragging right over my clit with every pass. “You liked sucking me off that much?”

“Yes,” I breathed, gripping the edge of the couch.

He smacked my ass again, and I moaned, the sting blooming across my skin as he used my body like he owned it, turning me on.

“Keep that arch for me,” he muttered, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back just enough to make my breath hitch. “Don’t you dare straighten up.”

My elbows trembled where they braced against the couch cushion, thighs parted just enough to let him keep grinding between them – his cock dragging through my slick, the perfect friction hitting right where I needed it. Every slow, rough thrust – every heavy slap of his hips – sent a jolt up my spine.

It was obscene. Desperate. And I fucking loved it.

Zane growled low, one hand in my hair, the other planted hard on my lower back to hold me still. His cock was thick, hot, sliding through the tight, wet space between my thighs with maddening pressure. It wasn’t inside me, but it might as well have been.

“You feel that?” he gritted out, dragging himself forward again, slower this time. “Soaking for me… Making a mess.”

“Yes,” I gasped, hips rocking back instinctively. “Please, don’t stop.”

His hand came down again, harder this time. The slap echoed in the room, and I whimpered, loving the bite of pain that made everything tighter, hotter.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He thrust harder between my thighs now, angling every stroke to hit that exact spot – just enough pressure on my clit, just enough drag to make my legs shake. His grip on my hair tightened as he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear.

I bit down on a moan, my nails digging into the couch, body taut and trembling as the pressure built, fast and overwhelming. His rhythm was relentless now – hips slamming forward, cock sliding thick and wet between my thighs, grinding over my clit like he knew exactly what it was doing to me.

“You close, baby?” he asked, voice dark and breathless.