Page 134 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

“You don’t move unless I tell you.”

His voice was rough against my skin, his eyes feral as he looked up at me from between my spread legs.

The control in his tone made my head spin. But the way he used his mouth wasn’t careful. It wasn’t sweet. It was the desperation of a man driven to the edge. It felt like he was proving something. Maybe to me. Maybe to himself. Maybe to every doubt that had ever stood between us.

My hands fisted in the sheets.

“Goran, oh…please. Can I move?”

My body was on fire.

He didn’t answer or slow down. I trembled in his grip, my body quaking beneath his touch.

“Move. Come on my tongue. Show me how much you want me.”

My mind shattered as he relentlessly sucked my clit, and my hips thrust up into his mouth.

“Gor…an…” My voice fractured around his name as my climax hit. “Oh my god.”

I twitched and shivered as the final waves rolled through me. Goran licked along the inside of my thighs, his tongue warm against my skin, his eyes dark with lingering hunger.

When he crawled on top of me, something in his expression had changed. There was a wild edge to it now. Something slightly unhinged, possessive, and completely undone.

“Turn over.”

I did.

Goran guided me onto my knees, one hand sliding up my spine. He wrapped my hair around his fist, tilting my head back until every nerve sang. His breath ghosted my ear, hot and intoxicating.

“I’ve spent too long pretending I could survive without this,” he murmured, nipping at my ear. “Without you.”

His cock teased me as he lined up with my pussy.

I wanted him all night. I wanted him forever.

The first thrust stole the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping for more.

He didn’t ease in or build slowly. He took, and I gave, screaming his name for all of Vegas to hear. Every movement was intentional, almost punishing in its intensity. One hand gripped my hip, the other tangled in my hair, leaving no question about who set the pace. Goran was relentless, and even as I came, he didn’t stop.

Stars danced behind my eyes. Whimpers left my mouth, the sensation overwhelming yet not enough. It would never be enough.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you,” he snarled, as if it enraged him.

His body slammed harder into mine.

“Goran…oh…please…”

“Please, what?” He growled. “You think I don’t feel you everywhere I go? You think I haven’t imagined this every night for the last two years? You think I haven’t fantasized about hunting down every guy who has ever looked at you and tearing their eyes from their head?”

The dark confession ignited a need in me that I hadn’t known existed. But I wanted more. His rhythm grew heavier, harder, his breath became ragged. Goran released my hair and gripped my hips with both hands. His thrusts were so powerful my arms trembled, straining to stay upright. My nails dragged across the sheets as the pleasure and pain collided, building too fast to manage.

“You’re mine.”

When I came apart for the third time, I pulled him over the edge with me.

“Fuck, Lani…yes…I’m fucking coming.”

Goran froze, and I turned slightly to savor the expression on his face. His body was arched, muscles taut, eyes closed, and face twisted in pure pleasure. His cock throbbed inside of me as he came, shuddering in a way that was almost vulnerable.