Zayn unbuckled his pants, revealing his hard cock. He positioned himself between her legs, teasing her entrance with his tip. Lily felt the head of his cock against her wet folds. She pushed her hips forward, desperate for him to enter her.
“No,” Zayn said, his voice firm but gentle. “Not yet.”
Zayn lowered himself onto her, kissing her lips again. He trailed kisses down her neck, letting his hot breath brush against her mate mark, “I want to hear you beg for it.”
He didn’t need her to speak for him to hear her. Her body would do the talking; all he had to do was listen closely.
Lily nodded obediently, distracted by his fervent kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning in his ear. When he inserted two fingers into her dripping wet entrance with no warning, Lily gasped. Her back arched off the floor.
Zayn smirked, whispering against her ear as he pumped his fingers in and out of her wet heat, “Do you like that?”
“You’re so tight, Lily. So tight around my fingers.”
