Heart in mouth, I stare at him. I can’t look away or speak. I feel like a freaking rabbit, huddled, small and helpless. From the very first night he has had this ability to completely immobilize me purely by his presence. My lips feel hot and swollen, and I lick them nervously.

Without saying a word he unclasps my bikini top, and when it falls off, he bends forwards and takes a nipple in his mouth.

‘I’m all sweaty,’ I protest.

He sucks.

A warm gush of excitement spreads through my veins. My body arches. My hands rise up to curl on the hard, shiny muscles of his shoulders. His skin is feverishly hot, but my hands are so wet they slip on his skin. I look down at him and his piercing eyes are watching me intently. He holds my nipple between his teeth and not taking his eyes off me me bites down. The deliberate cruelty sends a jolt of sensation right down to my groin.

I cry out.

‘Real lust is like this,’ he whispers thickly, and licks the throbbing tip. Soothing it. Coaxing it into arching again into his mouth. He rewards it by sucking it gently. I fidget and moan restlessly.

He moves to the other nipple and I snuggle closer to his powerful body, my hips rocking, rubbing, wanting. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he lifts me off the bench, and lays me on the damp floor. My mouth parts in invitation as he drags my bikini bottom down my legs and flings it behind him.

‘Yes,’ I whimper.

He crouches like wolf over my naked body and hungrily sucks and licks every inch of me. Finally he eases my swollen lips apart and slips a finger into me. I gasp loudly and arch my back, involuntarily making his hand shove deeper into my wet heat.

‘Your pussy is so fucking hot and tight,’ he says and finger fucks me roughly while I writhe and twist on the floor.

I almost scream when I feel his warm mouth suddenly latch on my distended clit. He sucks it hard and my body starts shaking uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure explode out of my core and ricochet inside me as I come hard and long. He laps at my folds, greedily drinking my juices.

‘Your turn,’ I whisper, my body still tingling.

‘My turn,’ he agrees, and reaches under the bench for a little black object. About five inches long and smooth, it has the thickness of a frankfurter sausage, but narrows down to a blunt tip no bigger than my little finger. The other end looks like a plunger.

‘What is that?’ I ask intrigued.

He smiles slowly. ‘It’s to hold you in place.’

I rise up to my elbows. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Let me teach you how to use this,’ he says, uncoiling to his feet. He strides to the door and opens it, and marvelously cool air flows into the room. I stay on my elbows and watch him take bottle from one of the metal shelves and pump a good dose of gel onto his palm. He comes back into the steam room and coats the black object liberally with it. The sweet scent of strawberries hits my nostrils. He holds out his hand, I slip mine into it, and he pulls me upright.

Zane slaps the object, plunger first on the wall, and with a sucking sound it sticks to the smooth stone.

‘Wha-’ I say, but I am cut short.

Zane pushes me up against the wet tiles and I look up at him with startled eyes. Water runs down his face in rivulets and drips from his eyebrows and nose. He pushes his hips into my flesh so I feel the wood of his cock press into me. My mouth parts with invitation.

‘My sweetness and my hope,’ he mutters.

Then our tongues touch and searing heat fills me. Dizzily, I reach between our bodies, wrap my palm around his hard shaft, and tug on it vigorously. Without breaking the kiss he curls his large powerful hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me clean off the floor. I wrap my legs securely around him and he immediately reaches under me and jams his thumb into my pussy.