Chapter 35
Zayden
Her legs are wrapped around my waist, fingers in my hair as she brings my mouth to hers. I slide my hands under her thighs, pulling us up, until I’m sitting on the bed. She gasps as she settles on my lap, my cock still deep inside her, and her arms instinctively wrap around my neck.
My hands slide to her waist, guiding her hips slowly as we move together.
She buries her face in the crook of my neck. “Zayden…”
“Look at me, pretty girl. I need to see you,” I whisper, rocking my hips up into her.
She lifts her gaze to meet mine, lips parted with those soft, little moans that are driving me crazy. She’s so fucking beautiful that it’s unreal.
This angle is better, deeper. And God, she feels so good like this. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I promised to ruin her, but she’s the one ruining me.
My mouth drags down her throat to her breast, and she gasps as I take one nipple into my mouth. I roll the other nipple between my fingers, adding enough pressure to make her back arch.
She’s moving faster now, chasing her fourth orgasm for the day. “Zayden, I’m—I’m coming…” she stutters against my ear. Her legs lock around my waist, arms wrap around my neck. Our slick bodies tangle together.
“Come for me, little storm. I’m right…right behind you.” I grab her thighs, lifting them enough to give me more access as I use my hips to drive in deeper. She trembles in my arms, her whole body tightening around me as she falls apart for me.
“Last chance, baby. You sure you want me to come inside you?” The idea of my cum deep inside her—her carrying my baby, our baby, just the three of us, our own little family, far away from here—brings me closer to the edge.
“Yes, please.”
Then she pulls me in with her like a goddamn tornado. My hips move on their own as I thrust in deeper, once, twice, before I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life. I tighten my arms around her waist, neck buried into her neck as I spill into her, and her body welcomes every drop.
I don’t know for how long we stay like that before I pull back a little to study her face. “You okay?” I brush her cheek with my knuckle. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Just ruined. You promised you’d ruin me, and you did.” She chuckles.
I press my forehead to hers, closing my eyes as I breathe her in. “You ruined me, too,” I whisper.
There’s no coming back from this. She’s fucking mine, and I’ll burn the world down for her.
We still haven’t moved. Her body is warm and relaxed against me. She lets out a soft exhale on my neck.
“You falling asleep on me, Lunetta?”
“Hmmm. Tired.” She hums without lifting her head.
“I know, but you need a bath first. You’re probably a little sore, yeah?”
She nods.
I shift slightly, trying to move us to the edge of the bed, and she winces at the movement.
Her face scrunches the tiniest bit, like she’s trying not to let me see how much it hurts, and guilt punches straight through my chest. “Shit, I’m sorry.
I should’ve been gentler.” I’m not proud of how deep I went, how hard I lost myself in her.
Especially since this was her first time, but I haven’t been with anyone for a while.
Even then, it never felt this good, and I couldn’t control myself.
“Don’t apologize. I loved it. Loved that I was the one who made you lose control.” Her mouth curves into that sweet, sleepy smile I’m starting to like a little too much.
I move us the rest of the way until I reach the edge of the bed before standing.
“Stop spoiling me,” she says against my neck as I carry her to the bathroom.
I huff a laugh. “Sweetheart, you think you can walk right now?”
“Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?” She gives me a sleepy glare.
“Mmm.” I muse, pushing the bathroom door open with my foot. “Didn’t sound like it when you were screaming my name a few minutes ago.”
She rolls her eyes.
I set her on the closed toilet lid, looking down at the mess we made glistening between her thighs and smeared across my stomach.
It’s killing me how much I want to fuck her again, but I hold back. She’s still sore.
I grab a small clean towel, wet it with some warm water, and kneel between her thighs to clean her up.
Her breath catches on the tiniest wince when I reach her sensitive part. I clean myself next before turning on the faucet and running the water, adding some lavender Epsom salt, hoping it’ll help with the soreness.
I glance at her as the water fills the tub, and she looks like she’s about to fall asleep.
“You gonna stay awake for the bath?”
“Hmm.”
I help her in the tub, and her eyes flutter close as she sinks in the warm water, a contented sigh leaving her lips.
“Be right back. I’ll grab you some water and snacks.” I start to head for the door, but I freeze when I remember what happened earlier. Coming back to find her under the water, the split second when I thought she was gone.
“I’m not gonna go under. I promised,” she says, eyes still closed.
Of course, she fucking knows what I’m thinking. She always does.
“Okay, don’t fall asleep.”
I force myself to move to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and some snacks.
When I come back, she’s still soaking in the tub with her eyes closed.
I set the water and the snacks on the tray at the edge of the tub as I slide in behind her.
She leans into me with a soft sigh, head lolling slightly against my shoulder.
“Hey, still with me?” I murmur in her ear.
She nods.
I reach for the water bottle, twist the cap open, and bring it to her lips. “Drink this for me.”
She opens and takes a few sips.
Then I pull the tray toward us so I can have access to the snacks, dark chocolate, slices of fruit, and a bowl of plantain chips.
“I got you snacks,” I say, waiting for her reaction.
“Are those plantain chips?” She sounds a little too awake for someone who was half asleep thirty seconds ago.
“Mhm.”
“Zayden…” She turns around to face me. “How…did you know…”
“That they’re your favorite? Lucky guess.” I lean back against the tub, watching the way her eyes widen.
“Zayden.” She narrows them at me.
I shrug, trying to play it cool. “I might have seen you grab them from the vending machine in the athletic building near the back exit a few times.”
She tilts her head, giving me one of those goofy looks. “So…you’ve been stalking me, Aldenhurst?”
“Obviously.” I grin.
She pops a piece of plantain into her mouth, like she’s thinking it over. “I guess if you’re gonna stalk and kidnap me, snacks and orgasms are a decent trade.”
This woman. I let my head fall on the tile wall behind me, staring at the ceiling like it might help me.
She grins against my chest. “If you’re looking for God, he can’t help you.”
I shake my head, chuckling under my breath, and tighten my arms around her. She’s right. I’m already too far gone. No one can help me.
I feed her a piece of chocolate as she traces the tattoo over my chest. Her finger grazes the broken heart with a fractured wing above my chest.
“What’s this one about?” she whispers.
“It’s about my mom. She left when I was seventeen.”
I don’t tell her how my mother got in the car and drove herself into the icy lake. That she chose to leave me alone with him. Or that I spent months wishing she had taken me with her. I blamed myself for her leaving. Maybe we were too much, maybe I was too much, or I wasn’t enough for her to stay.
“I’m sorry.” She presses a soft kiss over the tattoo. “But it wasn’t your fault.”
My breath catches, and I stare past her. My throat is tight as I blink back the tears that threaten to spill. Until I feel her wet hand against my cheeks, gently bringing my eyes to hers.
“Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault.” She presses a soft kiss to each of my eyelids.
My chest caves, heart kicking between my ribs. I don’t know what to do with all this warmth—with her. So I pull her to me, holding her tighter than I probably should. Burying my face in her damp hair as I breathe her in.
We stay like that for a while, just holding each other, until her breathing starts to even out.
“Falling asleep on me, baby?”
“Your chest is warm,” she murmurs.
“All right, sleepy head, let’s get you to bed.” I help her out of the tub and wrap a towel around her.
She shivers a little as I dry her off before carrying her back to bed. She’s out before I tuck the blanket around her, not bothering to put clothes on her.
God, she looks fucking beautiful. Ethereal, like she’s from a different planet. I reach for my phone from the nightstand and snap a quick photo to remember this moment. Then a message pops on my screen.
Jasper: We need to talk when you’re back. I think someone saw the video before I deleted it. Might have a lead on who’s been sending the messages.
Then the message vanishes like it was never there.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
“Zay?” She reaches for me.
“I’m here, baby.” I climb in beside her, and she presses her head into my chest.
I’m not ready for this weekend to end. Not ready to go back to campus and pretend I don’t feel her in my chest, in my blood, under my skin. Everywhere.
Not ready to act like she’s not slowly becoming my everything.