Rewrite My Fate
He ducks his head, his mouth finding my nipple through the thin, damp fabric of my bodice, sucking and teasing.
“That feels so good,” I whimper, gripping his hair, my nails scratching his scalp as the tension in my lower stomach twists into a tight, screaming knot.
Outside, the footsteps finally fade. “Fine. Have it your way,” Damon’s voice drifts away. “I’ll see you at the dining table. If you can even find your tie.”
Zayn stands. His breathing is slow. He presses his forehead against mine as he drives into me one last, punishing time.
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