Page 110 of Haze of Obedience

I almost lie but grab some more courage. "As long as you'll have me."

His lips continue to torture me in small doses. "I'm not going to want to let you go, Zoe."

"Don't. Please." I reach through his towel and stroke him.

"Your arm."

"Shh. Make me forget about it."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm." I kiss him deeply, putting every ounce of everything I have into it. I'm not sure about anything in my life anymore. I haven’t been for years. The one thing I am sure of is the feeling I have about him. The ache in my heart to be his is a pain I didn’t know existed. And if something can be so deep, so consuming, so gut wrenching then it has to be worth fighting for.

He groans and pulls back. "I don't have a condom. Let me get some from Tinker."

"No."

"But—"

"I was tested before I got kidnapped. I'm clean."

"You don't want—"

"No."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

He removes my shirt, being careful of my arm, then lays me on my back and changes to Spanish. "You're beautiful, my Little Diva."

Our hot tongues collide, greedily sliding against the other. His hard erection digs into my thigh. The V of his abdomen presses against my hip bones.

His breath on my neck alone sends tingles down my spine, but when he licks, then gently bites the spot where my pulse beats, I arch off the bed.

He softly laughs and flicks his tongue against that spot.

And if I ever needed a new voice career, I could be a porn star with the moan that comes out of my body and ricochets through the room.

My nipples are already hard, and he takes one between his fingers and rolls it while speaking dirty words to me in Spanish.

As his mouth ravishes my body, electrifying every cell I have, he tells me everything he loves about it or what he wants to do to it.

Then he does it.

Sweat breaks out on my skin. I gasp and writhe under him from every new touch.

He drags his finger down my torso, spiking my flutters into an intense oscillation mode. Almost absentmindedly, he says, “So many things I want to do with you.” Then he moves his thumb behind my ear before kissing it, causing me to shudder. “I love this spot.”

Every part of him I want to touch and lick and suck. I don't know where to start. He’s all warm muscle and glistening flesh. But I can't make a decision and slide my hands everywhere because he continues to dote on every part of me, making it impossible to think coherently.

And then there's his hair. Every time I tug it, a feral sigh comes out of his mouth. It’s like an aged song that you want to play over and over even though it’s etched in your mind for all eternity.

Waves of pleasure engulf me as he feasts on my breasts, licks my cleavage down to my belly button, then brings his lips back to mine, kissing me before a cocky smile takes over. In one quick move, he flips over on his back and brings me on top of him. I lick his neck where his chain rests and he palms my ass and says, "Hold on to the bars and sit on my face. I’ve been dying to taste you."

I'm already out of breath, but I obey, and the moment I sink on him, I cry out in Spanish obscenities.

He holds my hips and thighs firmly, but I'm still able to make tiny circles, grinding into his mouth, squeezing the metal of the headboard, feeling so much heat and adrenaline I'm borderline dizzy.