His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 47

Olive’s POV

His mouth crashed against mine-hard, unrelenting, consuming.

He kissed me like he was trying to devour every thought in my head, every ounce of anger I’d been holding onto. His lips moved over mine with an intensity that made my knees weak, hands gripping my waist as he lifted me off the ground.

My legs wrapped around his torso automatically, hands fisting in his hair while my lips parted for him. His hands slid down to my ass-kneading, gripping, spreading me open as he started walking somewhere I couldn’t see and didn’t care about.

I heard a door slam open, felt my back hit a wall.

His mouth never left mine. I could taste what he’d been drinking-something sweet and smoky, like expensive whiskey with a hint of grape. It made everything feel more intoxicating, more dangerous.

Then his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks I’d see in the morning.

He froze.

Right there against my neck, his breath going still for just a second before he kissed the spot again-gentler this time, almost reverent. A moan slipped from my throat before I could stop it.

“Tell me who did this.” His voice was low, dangerous.

I couldn’t process his words. My brain was too far gone.

“Tell me who left these marks on you, Muffin.” His hands tightened on my waist, holding me steady while my legs trembled around him.

“I-fuck, Zane-”

The second his lips touched just below my belly button, every word died in my throat. My eyes flew open as electric shocks. shot straight to my core, my entire body lighting up like he’d flipped a switch.

I didn’t realize he’d dropped to his knees until my legs were over his shoulders, one of his arms wrapped around my thigh to keep me steady against the wall. His tongue traced slow, deliberate circles on my stomach, moving lower with each kiss.

His mouth pressed against my core-still covered by my pants-and he inhaled deeply.

“God, Muffin, you smell so fucking good.”

In one swift motion that should’ve been impossible, he yanked my pants down, underwear following, leaving me completely bare. I had no idea how he made me such a moaning mess while simultaneously undressing me like it was effortless.

“Now, Muffin.” He looked up at me, eyes so dark they were almost black. “I want you screaming. Show me exactly how mad you are.”

My breath caught-

His mouth descended on me.

His tongue rolled through my folds, hands spreading me open while he sucked with a hunger that made my vision blur. His lips circled my clit, sucking, biting just enough to make me scream-actually scream-like some unhinged animal who’d forgotten how to be human.

Tears slipped down my face as I tried to push him away because was too much, way too fucking much-

“Oh fuck, Cupcake.”

I felt it then-one finger sliding inside me, slow and deliberate, pumping in and out while his mouth continued its assault. Sucking, licking, consuming me like I was his last meal.

“Fuck, Zane, please-stop-FUCK!”

He added another finger instead, both of them moving with slick precision that had my thighs shaking.

“Fuck-I’m going to cum—”

“No.” His voice was a command. “You’re not cumming yet. I’m not done tasting this sweet pussy.”

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