Zero to Love by Em Petrova Page A

hair fell around her face, and he stared down at her for an excruciating moment without looking at her nudity.
    Cooler air struck her nipples, and she groaned. The bit of lace between her legs dampened.
    “Fuck, I can smell how bad you want me.”
    His words filtered into her mind like hot coals. She rocked up again, seeking his touch.
    With a swift movement, he captured her nipple on his tongue. In the back of her mind, she worried that her breasts weren’t full enough.
    “Stop.” He sucked her bud so hard that she arched off the bed.
    With a pop , he released her and moved to the other. This nipple he teased longer, swirling his tongue around the outer edge and moving in concentric circles inward. Short, quick flicks to the tip only fueled the fires.
    She dug her nails into his shoulders and guided him down. “Please.”
    “Please what?”
    The sting.
    His shoulders stiffened under her fingers. Every inch of his body locked as if ready for battle. “What?”
    “Bite into me. I need to feel the”—she faltered under his piercing gaze—“sting.”
    “One,” he murmured a split second before he clamped his teeth on her nipple. The pleasure-pain swept her. Her pussy began the slow pulse of release.
    When he glided a hand down her inner thigh and under her panties to her heat, she splintered before he laid a calloused fingertip on her.
    Waves of sensation rushed her system, so intense and dark she lost herself for long moments. Opening her eyes, she found Monroe staring down at her in wonder. A healthy glow lit his face, and his eyes were liquid fire.
    She flexed her fingers and found them on his open shirt. Somehow during the heat of her release, she’d popped the buttons. A grin stretched over his rugged features. Lifting one arm, he allowed her to pull off the thin leather. Then he switched to the other.
    Juices pooled between her thighs, and her arousal was nowhere near quenched.
    “Take off your clothes, Monroe. I want to look at you.”
     
    HIS COCK SPRANG up from the nest of pubic hair, eager for her touch. After shedding boots and leather pants, he stood at the bedside, looking down at her beautiful form as her gaze traveled over his body. Her excitement rose to a fever pitch. He longed to devour it but held back. Making her as wild as possible was his only goal right now. Later he’d figure out what she was.
    She’s One.
    Swallowing hard, he fished into her thoughts and read her reaction to him. Her mind was riveted on his chest and arms. When her gaze slipped lower, a pink flush infused her face.
    A sound broke from him. Slowly he climbed onto the mattress again. She reached for him, and he let her pull him down.
    The slinky feel of her curves under him made him harden another fraction. White-hot need spiked in his core. Groaning, he took her lips again. Drank from her deeply, swirling his tongue around the inside of her mouth, learning gums, tongue, slippery cheeks. By the time he finished fucking her mouth, she writhed.
    “I trust you, Monroe.”
    He shook himself. Was she reading his mind now? Impossible.
    Dipping his head, he placed bites down to her breasts. When he sank his teeth into one nipple, she bucked.
    He wanted to make her come unglued before taking his own pleasure. The aroma of her lust rose between them. When her excitement peaked, he skimmed a hint off the top, sucking her emotion in. Instead of slowing her wild heart rate, the sustenance only made his heart trip faster.
    He glided his hands over her belly down to her bare pussy. The glistening folds beckoned to him. They might be sweeter than any thought he’d ever consumed.
    Looking up the length of her body, he met her gaze. Passion clouded her eyes. “Please.”
    In her mind, he clearly saw her desire for him to sink his tongue into her pussy until she clung to the rafters.
    Cock weeping precum, he dropped his head by increments, still holding her gaze. When he opened his mouth over her pussy, she cried out. Flavors burst on