Chapter 19 Zeth
Zeth
She begs me. I witness the moment she gives herself over to me, and it’s goddamn beautiful.
Her tits heave, her eyes wide, her lips bruised and pouting, just waiting to be kissed.
I surprise myself by almost breaking my rule and leaning down to do it.
I haven’t kissed a woman on the mouth in…
well, ever. So long that I can’t remember the face of the person who last had the pleasure.
It’s way too intimate. I already came so fucking close back in the hospital that I scared the shit out of myself.
I know I’m reckless around this girl. I just have no idea why.
As soon as Sloane says the words, I shove Blondie off her and unfasten her ankles.
The guy continues to pound away at the woman.
My guests are both lost in the moment, but Sloane is very much aware of what’s happening.
I pick her up and carry her out of the room, and when her arms lace around my neck, clinging to me, my heart starts thumping in my chest. It’s like it’s been lying dormant, useless as a fucking paperweight just gathering dust the past thirty-three years, and this is the moment it decides to start beating again.
Worrying. Very worrying. I don’t know what to do with the sensation, other than hide from it.
The corridor is all lights and groups of people rubbing up against each other.
Sloane sees and buries her face into my chest, like she’s worried I’m taking her out here to offer her around.
Sure, I’ve done that before, but that’s not happening with this girl.
She’s mine. I carry her to a door opposite, one that always, always, always remains locked.
This is the first time I’ve ever taken anyone else inside.
I punch in the code for the security pad—handy when you don’t have pockets for keys—and the door swings open and we’re inside. This is where I sleep when I stay here.
Once I have her inside, things move a little quicker than I might have hoped. If Sloane were some other plaything I was toying with, I’d spend hours drawing this out and teasing her, but I just… I can’t.
Scaring the living shit out of her? I’m scaring the living shit out of myself with the way I’m behaving.
For starters I don’t even tie her up, and that’s like a prerequisite for me, but there’s something about having her arms wrapped around my neck that’s driving me insane.
I throw her down onto my bed in the dark, and I do what I’ve been dying to do since she walked through the door in that little black dress with her medical bag in her hand.
I spin her naked body over and draw her hips up to me, grabbing her hands and securing them behind her back.
I sink my dick into her so deep she fights for breath.
“Fuck! Zeth!” She screams my name, head turned to one side, pressed into the mattress as I slam myself into her body. I swear to all that is good in this world it’s like music to my fucking ears.
There’s no holding back after that. I do it.
I fuck her so hard that my ears ring. I didn’t even know that was possible.
The scent rolling off her is pure sex, pure want, so heady and intoxicating that I have to dig my fingers into her body to stop from coming too soon.
I feel like howling when I do let go, allowing us both to climax.
Instead, I roar, a charge of sound that rips out of my chest like a bullet from a gun.
Except I’m not the gun. I’m the victim. It feels like I’ve been shot all over again as I lie panting over her body.
The moment is an out-of-body experience, and she’s the only thing keeping me from floating to the ceiling.
I release her hands and fall onto the bed, staring into the darkness in shock.
Sloane rolls onto her side, exhaling in that sated way that tells me I really hit the nail on the head.
And I’m so angry I could choke.