The Bikers forbidden claim

Blushed

Mara POV

I blushed at his words, something warm invading my heart and sending ripples all through.

Zander kissed down my sternum, his lips tracing a path down my body. He pressed his mouth to my ribs, to my hipbones and then my inner thighs, making me tremble.

My jeans came off next, his hands sliding them down my legs.

He knelt in front of me, still fully clothed and pressed his forehead against my bare hip.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough and raw. "Do you have any idea how much I want you? Not just your body. All of you.” Zander asked, his gaze pinned on me.

I couldn't speak. My throat was tight with emotion and desire.

He stood and lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist but he shook his head.

"Spread them for me, Princess" he commanded, his voice dropping to that dark, dangerous register that made my entire body respond.

I obeyed immediately, my thighs falling open and exposing myself completely to him. I was completely bare to him, completely vulnerable, and instead of making me feel exposed or ashamed, it made me feel worshipped.

It made me feel desired, like he was looking at me and seeing something beautiful instead of something to use.

He dropped to his knees between my thighs.

"You're already wet for me," he observed, his voice full of satisfaction and something darker. "Look at that. Look at how much your body wants me. Look at how ready you are."

I couldn't look. I couldn't do anything but feel as he leaned in and his mouth found me.

The first touch of his lips to my c**t made me gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles went white. He took his time, not rushing and not trying to get me to come quickly. This was about exploration. This was about making me feel every single sensation his mouth could create.

His tongue traced the length of my folds before focusing on my c**t, circling it with pressure that made my entire body jolt. I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.

Zander groaned against me, the vibration making me whimper.

"Zander, please…" I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, I need…"

He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded. "Say it."

"More," I whimpered. "I want more. I want your mouth, your fingers, I want everything."

"You have to be patient, Princess," he said, and the slight smile on his face was pure sin. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to make you beg for it." He declared and then his mouth was on me again, and this time his fingers joined in. Two thick digits slid inside me and I nearly screamed. He started moving them while his mouth worked my c**t with relentless pressure. I was already close, my entire body coiling tight, my walls clenching around his fingers, but he kept the pace measured. Controlled. He was taking his time like he'd promised, like he had all night.

"That's it," he murmured against me, his voice muffled. "That's my good girl. Take what I'm giving you. Let me feel how much you want this."

My hips started moving, chasing his mouth, desperate for more friction.

Zander gripped my thigh with his free hand, holding me in place against the counter.

"Stay still and let me do this. Let me worship you." He ordered his voice firm.

I obeyed immediately, staying still while he took me apart with his mouth and fingers, while he whispered filthy words against my p***y, while he made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. Like I mattered. Like this meant something.

"I can feel you getting closer," he said. "I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers. You're almost there, aren't you?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, Zander, I'm so close…"

"I know," he said. "I can taste it. You taste like honey and sin and everything I want."

He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside that made my vision blur, made stars dance in front of my eyes.

His mouth sucked my c**t into his mouth with just enough pressure to send me flying over the edge.

The orgasm ripped through me so violently that I screamed his name.

I screamed Zander's name like it was the only word I knew, like it was a prayer and a plea all at once.

My entire body went rigid, my walls clenching around his fingers so hard I thought I might break.

The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. It crashed through me in waves and he didn't stop. He worked me through every second of it, extending the pleasure, drawing it out, his fingers still moving inside me while his mouth continued to work my c**t.

I was sobbing by the time it was over, completely undone, my entire body shaking with aftershocks that wouldn't stop.

He pulled back slowly, his chin glistening, and pressed his forehead against my thigh while I came down from the high.

"I'm not done with you," he said quietly, his voice rough. "Not even close. But right now, I just need you to know something."

I was breathing too hard to respond.

"You're not disposable," he continued. "You're not something to use and throw away. You're mine, Mara. And I'm going to spend the rest of whatever time I have proving that to you."