Chapter 115

• Zayne caught me, holding me steady against his chest. “That’s it, Princess. Don’t hold back.”
• I sobbed out his name, pulling at Xander’s hair as his mouth worked me mercilessly, licking, sucking, his tongue slipping inside me while his thumb rubbed where I was throbbing hardest. My thighs shook but he held them wide open, groaning like he loved every sound I made.
• Zayne’s hand slid up my chest, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple until I cried out louder. His mouth was on my throat, whispering against my skin, “Gods, you’re perfect. You’re ours. No one else. Only us.”