Page 73 of Symphony for Lies

His thumb flicked over my clit, making my thighs clench. My whole body tensed, and my eyes slammed shut against the devastating sensations.

I heard a zipper.

And when I opened my eyes again, Zane’s cock was free. It was thick, hard, and leaking at the tip. Panic shot through me. If his fingers felt overwhelming, how would that feel?

He must’ve seen the fear flicker across my face because he leaned in to brush his mouth against mine. “Don’t be scared. It will be fine.”

His lips traced the curve of my collarbone as his fingers continued their torment between my thighs, coaxing my body into a feverish state of readiness.

His breath was ragged against my skin, his muscles taut, veins popping along his forearms as if he was barely restraining himself.

Zane was fighting against the primal need wrecking his control. A need to claim. To possess. To ruin.

I gripped the sheets beneath me, my entire body trembling with anticipation.

He withdrew his fingers from between my legs, replacing them with his brutal, thick length.

His eyes locked onto mine, asking for permission.

I was only able to nod before he thrust into me in one smooth, deliberate stroke.

A sharp cry caught in my throat as my body stretched around him, the sting making me tense.

His fingers threaded with mine, pinning them against the mattress as he let out a deep guttural moan.

“Fuck…” Zane’s voice was wrecked, full of unfiltered pleasure and restraint.

His grip around my hand tightened as he held himself still.

I could feel every inch of him stretching me beyond anything I had ever known.The burn slowly melted into something else. Something hot.

He exhaled shakily, his forehead brushing against mine, his lips pressing soft, grounding kisses to my temple and cheek.

“Amelia…” He said my name reverently like he couldn’t believe this was real. “This is a thousand times better than the books described.”

A breathless laugh almost escaped me, but he pulled back and thrust in again.Deeper. Harder.

I gasped, my back arching as the sensation shifted from intense to unbearably good.

He groaned, his head dropping against my neck, his lips and teeth dragging along my skin as his movements became rougher, more desperate.

It was as if something inside him had snapped, as if all the tension and hunger that had been building between us had finally shattered, and nothing was holding him back.

His grip on my waist was tight, his pace fast. Each thrust pushed me higher and sent pleasure coiling hot and tight in my core.

I was burning, melting, unraveling.

He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder again, angling himself even deeper. I cried out, my hands clawing at the sheets as he hit something inside me that made my world explode.

He leaned down for another consuming kiss. It stole what little breath I had left.

The way he moved inside me, the way he owned every inch of me, the way he worshiped me with his mouth, his hands, his body… I could only feel.

“Touch me, Amelia,” he commanded against my ear.

I was already falling apart, drowning in the heat of him, but I reached up weakly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

A deep moan vibrated from his chest.