Page 170 of The Last Guardian

My hips moved instinctively, begging for more, rocking against his fingers in rhythms.

“Aren’t you ravenous?” Zaid purred. A dark chuckle traveled his chest. His green eyes took on a dark hue. “You’re so tight, so warm for me.”

And all the stars be damned—if he didn’t stop talking to me like that, I would explode and shatter into a thousand pieces on the spot.

The sound of his fingers pushing into my flesh, pulsing in echoes with my whimpers, filled the room.

Zaid’s lips found my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. “Those sounds of yours are going to haunt me forever.”

He pulled back, looking down at me. His other hand teased my nipple. His fingers inside of me increased their intensity, curling inside me, touching⁠—

“Stars,” I cried out, lying down on the desk, my elbows supporting the weight of my body.

My eyes were still on Zaid’s hungry gaze, devouring me with those beautiful green eyes. He curled his tongue against his lip while his thumb met my clit, in light teasing caresses. Warmth pooled at my core, spreading low shivers along my spine as I took in the pleasure.

His other hand found my waist, tightening against the strength of my hips, meeting his fingers. His thumb pressed firmly against my clit, intensifying every sensation in my body.

My pulse raced in my chest, as a deep, delicious ache rose inside me. “Zaid!” I breathed in loud moans in rhythm with his fingers.

“Yes, love.” Zaid leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. His fingers stroked harder, deeper. “Let go. Come for me.”

My body tensed, my back arched at each stroke. His eyes bored into mine as my lips parted, letting the pleasure of his hand, his fingers, consume me, devour me alive.

I clung to him, crying out his name again and again, the only truth resonating in my soul.

My body trembled against his. Electric waves of pleasure coursed through me as his fingers moved inside me in slow, deliberate movement. Curling. Pressing.

Every nerve was alight. Every shiver pulled me closer to the edge until I was lost in him entirely. Until I surrendered completely, crying out his name, my hips rolling on his fingers in soft circles, shivers rippling through me with every gentle stroke.

His other hand rested on the back of my neck. Zaid’s gaze lingered on my face, drinking in each imperceptible moan escaping my lips.

His mouth met mine, savoring each sound in a languorous movement.

“Gods, I wish you could see how you look right now,” Zaid said against my lips. “You can’t even imagine what I want to do to you. To hear what other lovely sounds you can make with those pretty lips of yours. How would your body react if I buried myself inside you…”

Oh, that man’s mouth. My core pooled once more, while his fingers were still inside me.

“Mmm, the way your body reacts just with my words is driving me crazy.” Zaid kept his forehead against mine. “What do you ignite inside of me?”

Could he feel the spark that burned deep within my soul for him, too?

Slowly, I regained my senses as he removed his fingers, leaving a void behind. I brought my lips to his, kissing gently.

We straightened up from the desk. Slowly. I ran my fingers down his lower abdomen to reach for⁠—

Zaid shook his head, breaking the kiss.

“I want to touch you,” I breathed with a frown.

A chuckle left his chest. “If you touch me tonight, we’re not leaving this room tomorrow,” Zaid warned, his tone betraying the desire and need he was struggling to restrain. “Not until your voice is completely hoarse from screaming my name.” His fingers traveled in burning caresses on my neck, his breath hot against my mouth. “And don’t misunderstand my restraint. I’d love to see that wonderful mouth around me, to find out what your wicked tongue can do.” His eyes pinned me in place as he added, “If I let you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself, and I’ll spend the next few days fucking you against every square inch of this room.”

The exciting shock of those words on my body fueled my desire for him even more. And with the way his eyes burned with desire, I believed every word he said.

Zaid leaned toward me, his hands grasping me under my thighs, lifting me as my arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” Zaid whispered in my ear. He broke the distance. Our mouths met again fervently as he moved us to another part of the room.

His feet led us to his enormous bed. He sat me on the edge. Zaid parted my legs, placing himself between them—just like before. His knees met the floor. His hands traveled from my thighs to my hips, rolling up the nightgown to feel my skin.