96. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. One moment, he was crawling to me, his eyes dark and predatory. And the next, I was scrambling away, trying to escape the relentless pleasure. “Zeke!” I gasped, my voice high and breathless. “Zeke!” I didn’t get far. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me yelp as he grabbed my hips and yanked me back to him. My knees slid against the sheets as he pinned me down, his big hand pressing firmly on my lower back, forcing my chest flat against the bed while my ass arched high for him. “When I have my cock inside you,” he growled, his voice low and rough, “you stay there. Is that clear, ma’am?” I whimpered, the heat of his hand branding my skin as he held me in place. My head turned over my shoulder, and I met his gaze. “Yes!” I gasped. “Oh god, yes! I can’t—I can’t—It’s so deep. I can feel you in my stomach!” He smirked, his hand sliding up my spine, his fingers curling around the back of my neck to hold me steady. “You’re taking it so well, Cherry