The Hidden (Shadowed Wings #1)(50)

“You are mine!” His yell fills the room, and we start to wrestle.

I poke his eye, and he lets me go. I make it a step away from him before he trips me and then pounces. I pinch his nipple, and he bites at my neck. I moan and then go still, wondering why the fuck that made me moan. Zeph releases a knowing chuckle which results in me punching him in the throat and making him choke on it. I scramble out from underneath him as he’s trying to recover, but he grabs my ass flap of fabric and yanks me back down on top of him. I land, all elbows, and try to get away, but his fist in the last remnants of my dress are making it difficult.

Pigeon is fucking loving this, and I give her the side-eye as I roll on top of Zeph until we’re chest to chest, and then I lean down and bite down hard on his nipple. His groan is all gravel and need, and he thrusts his hips up, his pants-clad erection rubbing against my ass.

“I need to be inside of you, now!” Zeph demands, and then he rips off the rest of my dress.

“Take your fucking pants off then,” I order, and then I seize possession of his mouth again.

I straddle his chiseled abs and grind down on them, moaning at the friction of my clit on his hard muscles. We mouth fuck as he struggles with the laces of his pants, and we both practically cheer when he finally gets them off. He tries to flip me on my back, but I slam him back down. We both go a little wide-eyed at my sudden strength, and I internally high five Pigeon for her help. It’s about time she got on board with the take what we want plan.

I reach back between my thighs for Zeph’s cock, stroking it once as I line him up with me. I’m practically dripping and in no need of foreplay, but I rub the head of his cock through my folds and revel in the look on Zeph’s face as I do. He lifts his hips off the ground in an effort to hurry me, but I avoid letting him take control.

I glare at him, and he growls at me, digging his demanding fingers into my hips. I clench down as I fit the tip of him inside of me, eager to be full of him and on my way to an orgasm. I watch Zeph’s face as I slowly lower myself on top of him and smile when he groans and throws his head back as the inside of my thighs press against his hips. Zeph encourages me to move right away, but I take a minute to appreciate how deep he is and how full I feel before rising up and then dropping back down on him.

I set a hurried pace, not interested in anything but a mind-blowing orgasm on Zeph’s massive cock. I lean forward, my hands on his chest for leverage, and fuck him until the rage in my chest starts to dissipate and I’m lost to the sensation of riding him. Zeph sits up and captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and moaning. We’re both panting, and he squeezes my ass every time I rise up, and lets go when I drop my hips back down so that he spears deep inside of me.

I squeal when Zeph suddenly stands up and steals my fucking reins. He holds me tightly to him so that he’s deep inside of me as he moves us to the bed. He’s surprisingly gentle as he lays me down on my back and presses into me. He brushes a few white strands of hair from my face and then sears his lips to mine in a desperately hungry and perfectly bruising kiss. I unhook my legs from around his waist and let my thighs fall open, giving him as much room as he needs to fuck me hard.

Our tongues swirl together, as he pinches a nipple between his fingers, and then he starts pounding into me, hard and relentless. I break the kiss so I can shout out my approval, and Zeph growls into my ear and nips at my lobe.

“You. Are. Mine,” he snarls into my ear, each word punctuated by a deep punishing thrust.

I moan and gasp and beg for more, harder, faster, and the fucking asshole gives it to me. My whole body lights up with tingles, and I can feel that the impending orgasm is going to be so fucking good. Each hard thrust moves me higher up on the bed until we’re both pushing off against the headboard. I use it as leverage to angle my hips just a little bit higher, and it takes everything to a whole new level for me. I clench around Zeph, so close to falling over the best fucking orgasm cliff.

“Come for me, little sparrow,” Zeph commands.

My eyes fly open, and I glare at him. “Make me, asshole.”

Zeph smiles and eagerly accepts my challenge. He drops his head and sucks on my nipple and then pinches the other one hard. He fucks me hard and fast, and in no time, I’m falling over the edge as an incredible orgasm explodes through my body. I reach between us and rub at my clit, trying to milk this sensation for all it’s worth. Zeph watches me for a minute as I writhe underneath him, riding the wave of tingles and heat. He slaps my hand away and pulls out of me, crawling down my body until his mouth is latched onto my clit.

My still orgasming pussy clenches around nothing, but I stop caring as Zeph sucks on me, and I grind up into his mouth. A purring sound fills the room. I sit up trying to figure out what the hell is going on, when an intense vibration presses against my clit. I give a surprised shout and watch Zeph’s face between my thighs.

I moan as another orgasm quickly builds and shove my hand in his hair. “Fuck! Right there,” I command as Zeph rotates his head, and the vibration hits an even sweeter spot right at the top of my clit. “Oh fuck! How are you doing that? Yes, stay right fucking there! Oh fuck yes!” I scream out as I fall into another orgasm. I roll my hips and try to remove my sensitive bundle of nerves from Zeph’s still vibrating mouth, but he pins me down and forces me into a third screaming orgasm.

I’m not normally a screamer, so the fact that I am now is blowing my mind. I barely have time to even process that before Zeph’s massive cock is moving in and out of me again, and I’m reduced to a moaning, mewling, incoherent mess. He feels so fucking good, and when he demands that I say I am his, I don’t even pause before telling him exactly what he wants to hear.