Page 108 of The Doctor

Crying.

Pleading with the man.

When I didn’t think I could take anymore, he brought his mouth to my mound. One lick, and I nearly exploded.

But I didn’t.

And he kept doing more.

“Zee!” I grabbed his hair, intending to yank him to me, to make him fuck me harder than he ever had. But instead, Zeno flicked his tongue across my clit, then sunk two fingers deep into my core.

I was nothing but an arc of electricity, a raging storm pulsing through me in time with each stroke of his fingers, with each suck of his lips. I was fire and ice and violent possibilities as he brought me to heights I never knew could exist.

When there was nothing left in me and I’d sank into the mattress in a puddle of flesh and bones, Zeno lifted his head, wiped the back of his hand across his wet face, then prowled over me with danger in his eyes. I whimpered when he touched me, when his fingers pinched my pebbled nipples and his dick prodded at the wet mess between my legs.

“Please, don’t.”

“Don’t, what?” he asked, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.

“I don’t… I can’t… Oh, Zee!” He slid into me in one slow slide, his fat dick slipping easily through my wetness until he was seated all the way in. “I can’t take it! Oh Zee. Oh!”

It was pure torture, just as he promised.

It was the love he gave me every day.

This man was meant for me, and I’d never let him go.

Zee made love to me, fucking me with everything in him, making me come again and again.

He made me promise him I’d love him forever.

Made me promise I’d always be by his side.

But he couldn’t have gotten rid of me if he wanted to.

I’d loved him since I was a child, and there was nothing that could change that. Nothing that could make me stop loving him.

Zee was mine, forever.

And I’d always be his.

38

Clara

Zeno wiped sweat from my brow, and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball somewhere quiet and go to sleep. The calming music meant to make this a soothing environment did little for my frazzled nerves, and my back had been throbbing for longer than I cared to admit. “Come on, Clara, one more time. You can do this. Are you ready?”

I wasn’t. Not even close. We’d been at this for over three hours, and I wasn’t sure I could take much more. But I had to. I didn’t have a choice. So I mustered up some courage and tried to make what came out of my mouth not actually be a lie. “I’m ready.”

“Alright then. Push!”

Queenie bore down, and I swore she was going to break poor Mateo’s hand. The man didn’t complain once, though. Instead, he stood by her side, telling her how beautiful she was, how perfect she was, how she was doing an amazing job.

Her responses had been somewhere between what the fuck have you done to me? and if you ever touch me again, I’ll murder you.

This time, instead of her curses and her screams, Mateo’s cheering was accompanied by a tiny little cry as their baby slid from between her legs and into my waiting hands.

“It’s a girl!” My words were so filled with awe that I couldn’t make them louder than a whisper. I’d never seen anything more precious in the world.