Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven
The room blurred until nothing existed but his mouth and the heat flooding me.
“Mine,” he muttered between licks. “All mine.”
The tension coiled, unbearable. My voice broke into gasps of his name. “Zane… please…”
Pressure snapped. My body locked, then shattered into tremors that shook through every limb. My cry filled the air, his name echoing as ecstasy crashed over me.
He didn’t stop. He drew it out, feeding on every pulse of my release until I was shaking too hard to breathe. His lips stayed locked on me, tongue coaxing every drop, until my voice fell into broken chants of his name.