93. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. “First, I’m going to make you scream my name and praise me again while I pound that wet pussy deep, baby, so fucking deep,” Zeke growled, his voice rough and dripping with lust. His weight pressed into me, firm and unrelenting, forcing me to sink flat against the bed. My body melted beneath him, trembling as his hands slid down my thighs, gripping them with a possessive strength that made my breath hitch. He spread my legs wider, so wide that I felt the stretch deep in my hips. And then I felt the blunt heat of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me, stealing what little composure I had left. A needy whimper escaped me, my hand flying to his chest, fingers splaying over his firm muscles as if to ground myself. My gaze locked onto his, my lips parting as I struggled to breathe through the overwhelming anticipation. And then, finally, his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was hot and messy. His lips tugged and sucked at mine, his tongue dominati