Page 41 of Dominate

I buck my hips upward. A loud moan escapes my lips.

“There,” I gasp out. “Right there.”

Zane focuses entirely on my pleasure. He pumps his fingers in and out, pressing against my prostate with every thrust. He watches my face constantly, his brow furrowed with intense concentration.

“You are not going to break me,” I tell him, pushing back against his hand to take him deeper. “I have done this before.”

A complicated emotion flickers across his face. “I have not,” he admits. His voice tightens. “I want it to be good for you.”

“It will be.” I reach up and pull his face down to mine. “It already is.”

I kiss him deeply, tasting the salt of his sweat. I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with the movement of his fingers inside me. He groans against my mouth. His hips jerk forward.

“I need to be inside you,” Zane growls. “Now.”

I pull his fingers out. I roll onto my back and pull my knees up, spreading my legs wide to give him complete access.

Zane positions himself between my thighs. He coats his heavy cock in the remaining lube. He grips my hips with his large, calloused hands. His thumbs dig into my hip bones, anchoring me to the mattress.

He presses the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. He holds my gaze, his amber eyes burning with a fierce, possessive heat.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice lowering.

“Do it.”

Zane pushes forward.

We both stop breathing.

The stretch is immense. He is thick, and he fills me completely. He buries himself to the hilt in one long, agonizingly slow push.

Zane looks overwhelmed. He squeezes his eyes shut. His jaw clenches so tight a muscle jumps in his cheek. Every muscle in his massive back and shoulders trembles with the supreme effort of holding completely still.

“Fuck,” he grits out. His chest expands as he sucks in a ragged breath. “Fuck, you feel… I cannot…”

“Breathe.” I run my hands down his flanks, feeling the rigid tension in his lats. “Take your time.”

“If I move, I’m going to last about three seconds.”

I laugh, breathless and entirely fond of the man hovering over me. “Then last three seconds. We have all night.”

Zane opens his eyes. A predatory gleam replaces the shock.

He pulls back, dragging his thick shaft along my sensitive internal walls, and snaps his hips forward again.

He hasn’t got the rhythm yet. Too fast, then too slow. He finds an angle that makes me swear and nearly loses it again. I pull him closer before he can overthink it.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles over his lower back. I pull him deeper and meet him stroke for stroke.

“Like that,” I groan, tossing my head back against the pillows. “Right there. Do not stop.”

Zane does not stop. He finds his leverage. He establishes a brutal, relentless pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes off the walls of the hotel room. The friction builds a raging fire inside my belly.

He leans down, bracing his forearms on either side of my head. He cages me in.

“Mine,” he snarls right into my ear.

“Yours,” I agree instantly. “Give it to me.”