Page 174 of Terror at the Gates

I was so out of it. I didn’t know how I got upright, but the next thing I knew, Zahariev’s mouth was on mine. He kissed me hard before pulling away, gripping me tight. The ends of his hair were wet, falling in his face. His body glistened.I wanted to lick him, but he was in full control. One hand twisted into my hair, the other slipped between my legs as he brought me to release again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I fell against him, breathless to the point of wheezing.

Holy fuck, I was tired. Zahariev’s hands smoothed down my back to my ass, lifting me until I slid down his cock again.

“How the fuck have you not come?” I asked.

He laughed. It was a cute, amused sound I’d never heard him make before. I loved it, and I rewarded him by sucking on his neck.

He groaned and lifted his hips, grinding into me.

“You don’t make it easy,” he said, arms banding around my waist.

I brushed my nose against his, a slow smile curling over my lips.

“What?” he asked, grinning.

“Do you want to come?” I asked.

“So fucking bad,” he said and kissed me. “Where do you want it?”

I pretended to consider the question as I adjusted my position a bit, moving more onto my knees, which also meant sliding up Zahariev’s dick. I shuddered. I was so fucking sensitive right now, I’d probably orgasm if I sneezed.

“Come inside me,” I said. Some primal part of me wanted to feel him dripping out of me. “How do you want me?”

His laugh was quiet and hoarse. He kissed my chest and held me tight before shifting me onto my back. “Exactly like this.”

I giggled. I couldn’t help it. He wanted to end our sexmarathon with missionary after the way he’d taken command of my body, maneuvering me into positions I’d never experienced before.

“Are you sure? Seems pretty anticlimactic,” I said.

“You’re tired,” he said. “And this won’t take long.”

I smiled even as he kissed me, slow and deep, bending my knees so they framed his body. I thought he would sink into me pretty quickly, but instead, he took his time exploring like I was all new to him again.

“I thought you said this would be over quickly,” I said.

I wasn’t complaining, only teasing. I was content where I was beneath him and under his appraising gaze.

I’d never been the center of anyone’s world before, always more of an inconvenience. I used to think Zahariev believed the same, but now I knew the truth. He hadn’t taken care of me out of obligation or as a favor to my father. He’d taken care of me because I was his entire universe.

The truth gave a deeper meaning to his actions over the last two years, and I felt stupid for not seeing it.

Zahariev paused after pressing a kiss to my stomach.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

My eyes were burning, and I tried to swallow the thickness gathering in my throat. I shook my head.

“I’m sorry I’m only now seeing you,” I said.

His gaze was steady as he stretched over me. “Don’t apologize, little love,” he said. “I could have remained invisible to you, and my devotion to you would be unchanging.”