His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 146

Olive’s POV

I arched off the bed with a cry, my hands pulling uselessly at the belt binding my wrists as his tongue moved against me with devastating precision.

This wasn’t gentle exploration. This was a claiming.

His hands gripped my thighs hard enough to leave bruises, holding me open and still while he devoured me like starving.

“Zane-” His name came out broken, desperate.

He hummed against me in response, the vibration making my hips buck.

He’d done this before-used his mouth on me until I was mindless and begging-but this was different.

This was punishment and possession all wrapped into one..

Every time I got close to the edge, he pulled back, slowing down just enough to keep me hovering without letting me fall.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please, I need-”

“What do you need?” He looked up at me, his lips glistening, eyes dark with lust. “Tell me.”

“You. I need you.”

“Be specific. His tongue flicked against me once, twice. “What exactly do you need from me,

I was past the point of embarrassment. Past the point of pride.

“I need you inside me,” I begged. “Please, Zane. Please.”

He smiled, slow and predatory.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Olive?”

He stood up, his hands moving to his zipper, zipping it down, and I watched with desperate anticipation as he stripped his pants, and off the rest of his clothes.

And then he was there-gloriously, overwhelmingly naked-and I had about two seconds to appreciate how unfairly perfect he looked before he was climbing onto the bed and settling between my thighs.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I met his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he said again, and there was something almost vulnerable in his voice beneath all that possessive fury. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“You. I belong to you.”

“That’s right.”

The pushe ao me in one hard thrust that made me cry out, made my back arch off the bed, made every nerve ending in my body light up at once

khe groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “I forgot how good you feel”

He didn’t move for a moment, just stayed there, buried deep inside me while I adjusted to the fullness of him.

Then he pulled out almost completely and slammed back in.

I screamed.

“That’s it,” he growled against my neck. “Let them hear you. Let everyone in this building know who you belong to.”

He set a brutal pace-hard and fast and claiming-and I couldn’t do anything but take it, my hands still bound above my head, my body completely at his mercy

Is this what you needed?” he asked, his voice rough with exertion “Is this what you were thinking about on your date with

“Yes-‘I gasped.

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