His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 30: Olive's Pov

His mouth devoured mine like I was the last fucking thing he'd ever taste, and his body—god, his body—pressed hard against me, those muscles I'd seen in the magazine now solid and real, crushing against my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

I couldn't breathe. Didn't want to breathe. Each time his lips moved, each time his tongue rolled against mine, each place his hands touched left burn marks on my skin.

This wasn't like kissing Cole. Nothing like those cold, quick pecks that always felt like he was somewhere else in his head. This was—fuck, this was different. This was drowning and wanting to drown deeper.

My hands shoved against his chest, desperate to feel every ridge, every hard line of muscle. They felt ripped under my palms, exactly like I'd imagined when I stared at that photo for too long.

But his hands caught mine, fast, pinning them together behind my back in one move. My chest smashed against the wall and suddenly I was lifted, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and his mouth left mine.

We were both breathing hard. His eyes were so dark they looked black.

"You're my new favorite snack," he said, voice rough. "And this time, I want you to scream so loud everyone hears who's making you feel this good."

His mouth dropped to my neck, finding that spot that made my brain shut off, and a loud moan ripped out of me. My hands grabbed his hair, my head thrown back against the wall, my lips parted as I felt my zipper being tugged down in one pull.

My dress slipped off so easy, pooling somewhere I didn't care about, and suddenly the cold air hit my bare skin, my boobs exposed, and for a second I felt that old insecurity creep in—the one that said I wasn't enough, wasn't pretty enough, wasn't—

"Muffin." His hands came up to cup my breasts, gentle, almost reverent. "You know why I call you that?"

I couldn't speak.

"Because every single inch of you tastes like something I could get addicted to. Every part. Every fucking piece of you is perfect, and I want to walk out there and tell everyone that you're mine."

My mouth fell open because—because I wasn't expecting that. Not from Zane Mercer. Not from anyone.

And the second I dropped my guard, his mouth crashed onto my breast, sucking my nipple between his lips, tongue circling, while his other hand grabbed my other breast, pinching, rolling his thumb over the sensitive peak.

"Zane—" A moan tore out of me, loud and desperate, my head slamming back as he switched sides, giving the other the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

He ripped the rest of my clothes off until I was bare except for my panties, which were soaked through, clinging to me.

His hand moved slowly down to my stomach, then lower.

"God, look at you. So fucking ready for me."

His fingers traced over my clit through the wet fabric and I shuddered, my back pressing hard against the wall. His mouth was still on my breast, sucking, licking, biting, while his fingers circled slow, then curved up, pressing right where I needed him most.

I was going to break. My back arched, my body bucking against the wall as he kept going, kept touching me through my panties like he had all the time in the world.

"Oh fuck—please—"

I moaned high, my toes curling so hard veins popped out, my screams filling the room.

"Good girl. You feel so slick, Muffin. Your juice smells so good and I need to taste it. Need my mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking hard, watching you come again and again until you can't take it anymore."

He whispered it right above my lips, breathless, and I was too wrecked, too destroyed to even respond because god, I needed it. Needed to feel his mouth right there. Needed to know what it felt like to have someone actually want to do that—because Cole never had. Not once. He said it was "too much effort" and I'd believed him, believed that wanting that made me selfish.

But Zane dropped to his knees like he'd been waiting for this.

In one second, my legs were draped over his shoulders, the bench behind me the only thing keeping me upright, and he pushed my thighs wider, his eyes locked on mine.

"Watch me eat you out like a man starving, Olive. Never. Break. Eye contact."

I almost closed my eyes just from how his words hit me, the lust so thick between us it felt like something solid, something sharp enough to cut through whatever walls I had left.

I nodded, my voice too cracked to speak.

His head bent low and he kissed the inside of my thigh, slow, deliberate. My hands braced hard against the bench for support, my eyes glued to him as he moved higher, lips sliding, leaving coolness with each kiss.

My toes curled even though I still had my panties on. I could still feel him. Feel every single sensation he left behind.

Then, with one swift move, his mouth pressed against me through my soaked panties and a low scream-moan erupted from my throat.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine—those sharp blue eyes I'd seen in that magazine, now on his knees, about to devour me.

"Now I'm going to suck you like the sweet little muffin you are."

I gasped hard the second I felt his fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down, and then it happened so fast—his mouth was on me, tongue sliding through my folds, sucking hard on my clit, and a scream ripped through my lips.

My head flew back, breaking contact, my legs clamping around his head, my hands buried deep in his hair.

He kept going, his mouth circling, licking, sucking on me like I was dessert, like he couldn't get enough.

"Fuck—"

I screamed, my voice coming out in broken gasps as he pressed my hips harder into his face, lost in it, eating me so hard I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, breaking into a million pieces.

"Zane—fuck—oh my god—I'm going to come—really fucking hard—"

I almost choked on my own voice and I heard him groan, felt the vibration against my clit, and then he pushed two fingers inside me, curving them up, circling, and his groan—fuck, his groan alone was enough to push me over.

I came so hard my voice broke, vibrating through the garage, hoarse and raw, tears slipping from my eyes as I screamed his name.

But Zane didn't stop. He kept sucking, kept licking through my orgasm, his tongue flicking my clit, so relentless, and my toes curled again, the pressure building impossibly fast as I came again, my voice shattering, my body shaking so hard I saw stars and showers and fucking fireworks.

"Please—" I whispered, barely able to breathe. "Please fuck me, Zane."

And instantly, I felt him freeze.

"Please... fuck me... fuck me so hard, Zane... I want you..."

I was heaving, my breath coming out wild and ragged as I watched him step back from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juice.

And when I looked down, I could see how hard he was, his length straining against his pants, pushing through the fabric like it hurt.

"And I will do that, Muffin," he said, voice low and wrecked. "I'm going to fuck you so good you forget every man who came before me."