Her chest was heaving, her breasts pressed to my chest. I let go of her wrists and took her face in my hands, our breath heating the air between us.
I kissed her. At first, she tried to twist her head away, then she was kissing me back, nearly attacking me with her mouth. I squeezed her breast, one hand running down to cup her ass, pulling her against my rock-hard cock.
She moaned. Or maybe I did. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care.
She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, gave up, and ripped it apart. Buttons flew as she shoved it from my shoulders then her hands were on me, her nails raking down my chest.
Her skin was smooth, hot and damp from exertion, and she was kissing me so hard, I thought our lips might split. When she reached for my pants, I spun her around until she faced the wall.
She started to struggle again, but I captured her wrist and held it behind her back.
“Tell me you want me,” I growled as I pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting her go just long enough for it to hit the floor. Her panties were wet, and I wrapped the fabric around my hand and tore them away. She snapped her head back, catching me on the jaw. I saw stars, but it didn’t stop me. I pushed my entire body against hers, pressing her to the wall, my lips on the side of her face. “Tell me that you need me.”
She was panting. “Need. Want. You.”
It was enough.
I reached down and began to touch her. She closed her eyes and groaned. My fingers sank into her wetness, her body clamping down as I stroked deep within her, twisting my knuckles until I found the rough patch I sought.
She cried out as I stroked, my lips at her ear. “You’re mine, Sloane.” She tried to fight back but I stroked her harder, deeper. “Say it.”
It was a whisper that turned into a wail as her body shook and trembled violently with her orgasm. I grinned in satisfaction and pulled her away from the wall and to the bed. I bent her over it, pinning her upper torso down with my hand.
“That’s right,” I said, fumbling with my pants. My erection sprang up like spring-loaded granite. I quickly kicked the pants aside. No way was I going to deal with my little vixen with my trousers pooled around my ankles. “Mine.”
She was sobbing now, her hands clenching the sheets, and I felt a moment of hesitation.
Had I taken our game too far? Was it no longer a game? I didn’t know.
Her eyes popped open, and she pressed back into me. “Don’t you dare stop now, you bastard.” She words were gasped but the message was clear. Still holding her down, I touched her again. Still hot. Still wet. Her pussy lips were swollen and ready for me. “Do it,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Zane. Hard. Please.”
With a growl, I kicked her feet farther apart, then wiped some of her hot wetness onto my cock. Her pussy devoured me as I entered her in one smooth motion, my hips smacking her smooth ass cheeks.
Her gasp echoed through the room, and my heart hammered in my skull, pounding at my temples. God, she was tight. Her muscles pulsing around me like a fist. This wasn’t exactly how I imagined our first time being, but for us, it was perfect.
I began to move, watching my cock slide in and out of her. Some part of my mind screamed that I hadn’t used a condom, but the bigger part of me just didn’t care. She was mine, and if we made a baby together, it would just be one more thing for me to love.
Sloane began to sob again, and again, I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or ecstasy. The tears streaming from her eyes confused it even more.
I leaned over her, pressing my lips to her ear. “Sloane…?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was a whisper, and I didn’t trust it at all.
I pushed her hair from her face. Pulling out, I turned her until she was facing me. “Baby, did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
“No.” She pulled at my arms, pulling me down onto her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I need you inside me. Please.”
We both moaned as I connected us again. This was better. I could kiss her now, taste her tears. I could feel her breasts rock against my chest as I moved. Watch her eyes.
“I love you, Sloane,” I said against her lips.
Her eyes had never been so lovely as she said, “I love you too.”
That was it, I realized.
She hadn’t only been fighting me. She had been fighting herself. Fighting what had been happening between us.
I surged forward, my core and ass clenching and releasing with each profound stroke. My mouth found hers, our tongues tangling together.
As I made love to her now, I forgot who she was. Who I was. I forgot why we were there.
There was only our bodies connecting, the heat building, the sound of our skin slapping together in a rhythm as old as time itself.
A loud groan filled the room. It came from me. Or her. I didn’t care and it didn’t matter. All that mattered were her eyes, and the way she was looking at me as I drove her trembling body to the edge of pleasure.
Her lips kept moving, but they said words I couldn’t hear. Her legs trembled, her core pulsed, and she began to come.
She dragged me over the edge with her, my body fusing to hers as my legs, my balls, my gut was seized by my own climax. Through it all, I felt her coming, heard her coming, watched her come beneath and around me. Nothing had ever been so explosive in my life.