Page 19 of Claws and Effect (Paranormal Dating Agency #87)

EIGHTEEN

L aykin groaned as he squeezed her breasts. She opened her eyes and saw Zyle’s large hands trailed down her torso, leaving a trail of heat from his touch. His fingers brushed over her ribs and along her stomach. One hand moved down her thigh, then Zyle picked up her leg and placed it over his shoulder. He looked up at Laykin, his eyes tracking across her face.

Her intense gaze locked onto his eyes, and for a moment, time froze. She hoped he could see the desire and lust in her eyes. His eyes darkened in response as he took her in.

Zyle’s features change into a predatory smile. Her heartbeat thrummed so hard she heard it.

He slowed his movements and let his fingers trace down the other leg. Zyle circled his touch around her skin before sliding up underneath her skirt. Anticipation throbbed over her skin. Her legs and fingers shook. Zyle seemed to like that more.

He outlined the edge of her panties, and she closed her eyes at the feathered touch. Each time Zyle moved closer to her clit, a whimper escaped her throat.

Zyle ran his fingers between the fabric of her underwear and her wet, swollen lips. Laykin shuddered.

“Princess, you are so wet.”

“For you. I’m ready.” Laykin opened her eyes, and his shined liquid gold, even in the dim lighting.

Laykin watched Zyle’s movements as he took her cues. He slid two fingers inside her, making her cry out.

His thumb found her clit and circled it, and then moved under its soft hood.

“Oh, my God!” Laykin yelled and ground down on Zyle’s fingers as he moved them in and out of her.

Her hands desperately looked for something to cling onto. Then Zyle curled one of his fingers into her walls and hit her G-spot. Her legs went limp, and his free hand caught her as she climaxed around his finger. Moisture ran down his palm. Laykin screamed out in pleasure.

As she shook, he slid his fingers out. She shivered underneath his touch.

Her leg slid off his shoulder onto the bed.

Zyle nuzzled into her neck and kissed it. “Are you done?” He licked up her throat, kissed her chin, and then met her lips with his.

Laykin locked her gaze on his.

“Not even close,” she whispered.

“Good.” Zyle leaned over, and his hands found her underwear. With one swift motion, Laykin heard a rip . He held up the tattered fabric of her panties and threw them down. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

Laykin pulled him into her and kissed him so deeply that his moan echoed in her mouth.

He pressed into her, his still clothed body making her crazy.

Zyle ground into her for several pumps. She moved her hands from his shoulders down his chest. Her fingers glided over his tight abs. Her thumb found the button of his pants, and he stiffened as Laykin flicked them open with a quick snap of her fingers.

Zyle pulled back and stared as Laykin unzipped his pants and released him. She gasped. He was big and hard. Her hand wrapped around it, and she squeezed, feeling every vein.

Zyle caged her with his arms.

Laykin moved her hand up and down the length of his shaft. A noise ripped out of his throat. He opened his eyes and growled. His restraint snapped and he lowered onto Laykin and shoved himself between her legs.

The motion happened so fast that Laykin choked on air.

Her first gasp was from the pleasure of being pressed against the bed by Zyle’s hard body. A second gasp from the sensation as he thrust into her warmth.

He pulled himself out. Pleasure ripped through every inch of her. Then Zyle shoved himself back in.

The push created intense heat, and the pressure began to mount. Zyle pulled himself out again. Slower this time. They made eye contact and didn’t break it as Zyle dug into her once more.

Her climax shot through her body like a bullet. Laykin spasmed and writhed over Zyle’s hardness as he moved his hips faster.

As her orgasm ended, his began, and he throbbed inside her.

He flipped them over and let Laykin straddle him. His cock twitched inside her, and she was excited to take charge. She rocked her hips forward.

Zyle inhaled sharply. He looked at her. “Ready for more?” he asked.

Laykin bit her lip and nodded. All clothes were gone by now. Zyle’s hands flew up to her breasts, and he squeezed them.

Laykin released a moan and rocked her hips back and forth with the rhythm of Zyle’s grasping.

She rode him like she was chasing the best time at a rodeo match. She bucked and let his hands on her breasts keep her up.

Zyle’s cock grew harder inside her. It pressed outward as her wet walls squeezed inward. She let the motion of his cock spur her hips on. Laykin moved up and down his shaft, and he pressed his hips deeper into her.

She pumped her knees harder. Her legs squeezed around Zyle’s cock, and he groaned out and released his climax inside Laykin.

The pressure rubbed on Laykin’s G-spot. She ground her hips in, and pleasure released through her body in droves.

She collapsed against Zyle’s hands, and he caught her. Zyle pulled her into a hug as they both lay breathing heavily.

Gently, Zyle rubbed his hands up and down Laykin’s naked back. It was a tender movement she loved, and instead of being shocked, Laykin leaned into it.

She snuggled into the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his chest.

He cradled her head, and she looked up at him. He lifted his head and gave her a gentle kiss.

That kiss awakened Laykin’s body to a second wind.

Tonight was all about them.