His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 30

OLIVE’s POV

His mouth devoured mine like I was the last fucking thing he’d ever taste, and his body-god, his body-pressed hard against me, those muscles I’d seen in the magazine now solid and real, crushing against my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

I couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to breathe. Each time his lips moved, each time his tongue rolled against mine, each place his hands touched left burn marks on my skin.

This wasn’t like kissing Cole. Nothing like those cold, quick pecks that always felt like he was somewhere else in his head. This was-fuck, this was different. This was drowning and wanting to drown deeper.

My hands shoved against his chest, desperate to feel every ridge every hard line of muscle. They felt ripped under my palms, exactly like I’d imagined when I stared at that photo for too long.

But his hands caught mine, fast, pinning them together behind my back in one move. My chest smashed against the wall and suddenly I was lifted, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and his mouth left mine.

We were both breathing hard. His eyes were so dark they looked black.

“You’re my new favorite snack,” he said, voice rough. “And this time, I want you to scream so loud everyone hears who’s making you feel this good.”

His mouth dropped to my neck, finding that spot that made my brain shut off, and a loud moan ripped out of me. My hands grabbed his hair, my head thrown back against the wall, my lips parted as I felt my zipper being tugged down in one pull.

My dress slipped off so easy, pooling somewhere I didn’t care about, and suddenly the cold air hit my bare skin, my boobs exposed, and for a second I felt that old insecurity creep in-the one that said I wasn’t enough, wasn’t pretty enough, wasn’t.

“Muffin.” His hands came up to cup my breasts, gentle, almost reverent. “You know why I call you that?”

I couldn’t speak.

“Because every single inch of you tastes like something I could get addicted to. Every part. Every fucking piece of you is perfect, and I want to walk out there and tell everyone that you’re mine.”

My mouth fell open because-because I wasn’t expecting that. Not from Zane Mercer. Not from anyone.

And the second I dropped my guard, his mouth crashed onto my breast, sucking my nipple between his lips, tongue circling, while his other hand grabbed my other breast, pinching rolling his thumb over the sensitive peak.

“Zane—” A moan tore out of me, loud and desperate, my head slamming back as he switched sides, giving the other the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

He ripped the rest of my clothes off until I was bare except for my panties, which were soaked through, clinging to me.

His hand moved slowly down to my stomach, then lower.

“God, look at you. So fucking ready for me.”

His fingers traced over my clit through the wet fabric and I shuddered, my back pressing hard against the wall. His mouth was still on my breast, sucking, licking, biting, while his fingers circled slow, then curved up, pressing right where I needed him most.

I was going to break. My back arched, my body bucking against the wall as he kept going, kept touching me through my

panties like he had all the time in the world.

“Oh fuck-please-”

I moaned high, my toes curling so hard veins popped out, my screams filling the room.

“Good girl. You feel so slick, Muffin. Your juice smells so good and I need to taste it. Need my mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking hard, watching you come again and again until you can’t take it anymore.”

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