ZARA POV
He pressed his lips to mine, a forceful kiss that demanded a response. As he did, the length of his arousal pressed insistently between our bodies. I couldn't resist. My body softened, yielding to his. My breasts flattened against his chest as he moved against me, a primal dance of desire.
"I want you to know," he whispered, his voice low and intense, "that when you're like this, when you're so wet and eager for me, you're mine. You're my good girl. Don't hold back, Zara. Let it all out. Scream. Let everyone here hear you. Let them know that you belong to me. That I'm taking you with me. You're mine. And oh Goodness, you're so tight. Keep squeezing me like that. Don't stop.”
With trembling legs, I struggled to remain standing. Hero strong arms pulled me close. I leaned heavily
