He kisses me hard, tongue plunging into my mouth before pulling back, making me groan in frustration.
“When I finally take you, I want your mind consumed—with the feeling of me inside you.”
My face flushes as his fingers slide down, teasing my slit.
“You are something else...” My voice trails off when his fingers graze my folds.
“And you’re everything,” he purrs, pushing a finger inside me. His gaze holds mine as I squirm at the sensation.
“Let me taste you,” he says, watching the way his finger glides out; he doesn’t return it—not yet.
“Deep breath.” He kisses me again, slipping another finger inside.
His tongue explores my mouth while his fingers build friction, warming my skin.
His lips trail down my jaw.
“Let me taste you. I want you to explode on my tongue.”
His voice is rough, and my cheeks heat at the thought of him between my legs.
I don’t answer. He kisses me again, sucking on my tongue, drawing another moan from deep in my chest.
“Let me show you what satisfaction really feels like—when I lick and suck every inch of that sweet pussy.”
His filthy words ignite something wild in me. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, our bodies pressing together in unbearable heat.
“Is that a yes?” he breathes into my ear, voice dripping with anticipation. “Don’t think, Cleo. Just feel.” His tongue flicks my earlobe. “I’ll make you feel—what it’s like to be worshipped.”
I shiver as his breath dances across my neck.
“Say yes,” he purrs.
“Yes,” I moan, surrendering completely.
His eyes darken as he takes in my answer. He trails kisses along my jaw, each one lighting a fire inside me. In one swift move, he removes my bra, exposing my aching nipples. His mouth covers one, sucking and nibbling, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through me.
I arch off the bed, desperate for more. He kisses his way down my abdomen, gripping my hips to slide me higher.
“Are you ready?” he asks, locking eyes with me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He grabs my thighs, spreading them apart, revealing my throbbing core.
Anticipation surges as his breath skates over my skin. He settles between my legs, parting my folds with skilled fingers, brushing against my clit.
“Please, Zayn,” I beg, unable to hold back.
He smirks, his eyes dark and focused. “I love the way my name sounds on your lips.” He presses a kiss to my clit. “And I’m not stopping until I hear you scream it.”
Zayn dives in, tongue plunging into me, sending shockwaves through my body. I grip the sheets, back arching as he tastes every part of me.
Pleasure builds fast, spiraling. His tongue moves faster, harder, pushing me closer.
“Let go for me,” he growls, sending vibrations through my core. His tongue swirls and flicks my clit, and I shatter.
Heat floods me. My vision blurs. His tongue is relentless, dragging every wave of pleasure out of me until it borders on too much.
