Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Four Days Later
I wake slowly, cocooned in the warmth of Zach’s body.
His arms encircle me and the unmistakable girth of his erection pushes against my bottom. Immediately, a familiar flutter of desire blooms deep inside me.
Apparently Prague agrees with us.
I rotate to snuggle him, smiling into the pillow as his arm grips instinctively around my waist. Even half-asleep, his body seems wired to keep me close. The sheets smell faintly of fresh linen and whatever decadent soap the Four Seasons stocks in its marble bathrooms.
The past four days are a dream I’m still reluctant to wake from.
The morning after the wedding we traded the castle for the city, letting the driver deliver us to the penthouse suite overlooking the Vltava River.
The view alone nearly stole my breath. Terracotta rooftops stretched in every direction, cathedral spires piercing the skyline while the river curved lazily beneath Charles Bridge.
Zach walked straight to the windows, pulled me against his chest and declared, “We should stay here forever.”
On the first day, we barely left the suite. It was something out of a glossy travel magazine. Cream-colored walls, dark wood floors, tall windows framed the river. Somewhere between unpacking and ordering room service, Zach discovered the oversized soaking tub.
Let’s just say our plans for sightseeing were forgotten.
When we finally ventured out the following morning, it involved a Segway, which still makes me laugh.
Watching Zach Bennett, a six-foot-something corporate shark, wobble down a cobblestone street while a cheerful Czech guide explained how to incline forward nearly broke me.
“Don’t laugh,” he warned, gripping the handlebars.
“You’re a very handsome mall cop,” I told him.
We spent a couple hours gliding through Prague’s winding streets, past pastel buildings and medieval towers, the Segways carrying us through quiet courtyards and narrow alleys where tourists hadn’t yet crowded the morning. At one point we stopped on a hill by Prague Castle overlooking the city.
Zach tilted over and kissed me in front of the guide like he’d been doing it for years.
By evening we cleaned up for dinner at Benjamin.
The entire experience was a full-blown performance.
At a specific time the dining room doors opened and the small group of guests were guided to their tables as if entering a private theater.
Course after course arrived with quiet precision.
Freshwater fish from nearby ponds. Foraged herbs scattered across delicate plates.
Tender cuts of meat sourced from farms whose names were a roll call of the Czech countryside.
Each dish carried flavors I didn’t recognize but somehow loved instantly.
Zach watched me like he was personally responsible for my pleasure. “I enjoy feeding you.”
After dinner we walked back to our hotel across the Charles Bridge over the river as the city lights shimmered on the water.
And…well. Let’s just say the penthouse bed has been thoroughly tested.
Which brings me back to the present moment.
I twist beneath Zach’s arm. He stirs behind me.
“Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep as his hand traces lazily along my hip.
He pulls me closer against him and his erection becomes far less subtle.
I laugh softly. “Apparently Prague agrees with you.”
“Prague has excellent taste.” He kisses the curve of my shoulder.
His hand snakes down to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple with gentle caresses, sending ripples of pleasure through my pussy.
I instinctively arch my back, molding my butt to his thighs.
He responds with a subtle thrust of his hips, causing the solid length of him to brush along the crease of my ass.
I turn my head to find his eyes dark and full of longing. I can’t help but lean in for a kiss. The moment our lips meet, the kiss deepens, a delicious mingling of warmth and need.
Zach lifts my leg, positioning it over his, allowing the exquisite girth of his cock to nestle against my entrance. I can’t help but gasp when he pushes inside, filling me completely. Always a perfect stretch. A fullness making me ache for him even more.
“God, you feel so good.” Heat radiates from him, every inch sending electric shocks through my body.
“Keep going, I’m so close,” I breathe, urging him on.
Each thrust is a deep, sensual dance where he skims against the sweet spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my core.
I feel every pulse and it’s intoxicating.
His fingers find my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The sensations blend together. His cock gliding in and out, his fingers teasing my sensitive nub, and heat pools low in my belly. The tension is building, a slow simmer of arousal threatening to boil over.
“Zach, oh, yes. Please don’t let up,” I gasp, my hips instinctively moving to meet his thrusts, seeking more of the most delicious friction.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, his voice laced with gravely lust. “Fucking you is heaven on earth. Your pussy is magic.”
His tongue traces the curve under my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He pinches my nipple sharply, causing heat to coil tighter and tighter as he drives into me. Each thrust pushes me over the edge.
“Let go for me, baby,” he urges. “Gush all over me.”
Pressure builds, a sweet tension I’ll never be able to live without again. His fingers continue to work my clit with expert precision, a combination of furious rubs and teasing flicks. He’s driving me mad the way he plays my body.
“Zach, I’m so close,” I moan, my fingers clutching at his arms, desperate for something to hold on to as I chase my peak.
“Come for me, Sky.” His low, commanding tone pushes me to the brink.
With a final, powerful thrust, I tumble over the edge, my entire body convulsing in pleasure. “Oh God, yes!”
Waves of bliss crash over me. His cock pulses inside me, the warmth of his release mixes with the aftershocks of my own orgasm in a delicious swirl of sensation.
We stay connected, our bodies entwined as the world slowly comes back into focus.
“That was…” I start, but I can’t find the words. Instead, I let my fingers trace along the defined muscles of his arm.
“Incredible?” he suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I snuggle in closer, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. “Better.”
For a while we simply lie there, the quiet of the room. Prague wakes around us somewhere beyond the windows.
Zach’s arm encircles me, a protective, certain yet unconscious gesture.
For years I’ve believed love is fragile. Something easily broken by time or distance or the ordinary complications of life.
Now, resting here with Zach, I realize my long-standing biases have loosened their hold.
Whatever comes next—Seattle, work, the thousand practical details waiting outside this room—we’ll face it together.
For the first time in a long time, the future doesn’t seem uncertain.
More like destiny.