Page 66 of Dominate

“Forever.” His voice cracks down the middle. “I need you. Now.”

I pull my fingers out. I position the blunt head of my cock at his entrance. I grip his narrow hips, my thumbs pressing deep into his skin, anchoring him to the bed.

I drive forward in one long, smooth push.

The tight, wet heat swallows me entirely. I bury myself to the hilt. The immense pressure grips my shaft, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my brain. I lock my jaw, fighting the immediate urge to thrust.

Zane lets out a deafening shout. His hands fly to my back, wrapping around my ribs. He holds me tight, his body trembling as he accommodates my full length.

“I’ve got you.” I brush the sweat-dampened hair off his forehead. “Just breathe with me.”

He drags a ragged breath through his teeth. The initial shock of the stretch fades, replaced by a dark, predatory hunger. He shifts his hips, grinding upward against me. The friction sends stars exploding across my vision.

“Don’t stop.” He snarls the demand. “Move.”

I set the pace. I pull back until we are barely connected, then slam my hips forward, burying myself deep inside him.

The quiet apartment fills with the wet slap of skin and the heavy creak of the mattress. I angle my thrusts, targeting the exact spot that makes him lose his mind.

Zane thrashes beneath me. The rigid control he maintains for the cameras dissolves completely. He becomes a mess of flushed skin and broken gasps. He wraps his long legs around my waist, locking his ankles over my lower back to pull me deeper.

“Micah!” He screams my name. He uses it like a prayer.

“Right here.” I bite down on his collarbone, marking the flesh. “I love you. I love you, Zane.”

He pulls me closer when I say it. Hearing the words destroys his remaining composure. Tears leak from the corners of his eyes, tracking hot paths down his temples. He reaches up and drags my mouth down to his.

We kiss with brutal, unyielding force. He tastes like copper and salt. Our tongues tangle together in the same relentless rhythm as our bodies. He keeps pulling me closer.

I’m barely holding on. The sight of his wrecked face, the crushing heat of his body gripping my cock, the certainty that this man handed me his entire heart—it pushes me straight to the edge.

I reach between our sweat-slicked bodies. I wrap my hand around his thick, leaking erection.

I stroke him in time with my thrusts.

“Fuck!” Zane breaks the kiss and throws his head back. “Yes. So good.”

I grind my hips upward, increasing the speed. The friction turns blinding.

“Come for me,” I demand. My voice drops into a dark, rough growl. “Let it go.”

Zane shatters.

His abdominal muscles lock tight. A raw, guttural roar rips out of his chest as his climax hits, and he shoots ropes of cum over my knuckles and across his own stomach. He clenches around my shaft and the sensation breaks me.

I let out a harsh shout. I drive forward one final time, burying myself deep. I empty into him. Wave after wave of intense release courses through my veins, draining every ounce of tension from my muscles.

I collapse forward. My heavy weight drops onto his chest.

Zane catches me. He wraps his strong arms around me, holding me flush against his skin. We lie in a tangled, exhausted heap. Our chests heave in unison as we fight to catch our breath. The refrigerator hum in the kitchenette fills the silence.

I lift my head. The cool night air hits the sweat drying on my back. I look down at his face.

The hollow panic is entirely gone. The dark circles remain, but he looks at ease. The Ironside champion no longer exists in this room. Just Zane. Just the man who finally stopped running.

I pull back carefully. He winces slightly at the separation, but a small, genuine smile curves his lips. I roll onto my side, pulling him flush against my chest. He rests his head on my shoulder, throwing one heavy leg over my hip.

I drag the quilted comforter over our cooling bodies.