Chapter Forty-Seven #2
The taste of his skin was salt and steel on my mouth as I traced kisses up his torso, tracing over each scar, until they landed back on the one he’d got because of me, marking forever the moment our story had truly begun.
His hands found my waist beneath the water, fingers tightening as if he was holding himself back for some reason.
Then he pulled me into him, water spilling over the sides as our bodies collided and I was completely pressed against him.
“You don’t have to make me feel better. You don’t have to do this now,” he murmured, his lips almost brushing mine, his voice so strained it sounded painful, as if it physically hurt him to tell me to stop more than every wound or cut did.
“I don’t care about the blood and grime, as long as it’s not yours,” I confessed, feeling his breath against my mouth grow heavier with every word. “If this is who you have to be out there, be it. As long as you keep coming back, I don’t care.”
My voice came out suddenly harsh, but I’d never felt anything so deeply before.
“And I want to be here, see you, all of you, even on your bad days.”
I added, hoping he’d still want me on my bad ones too.
His fingers gripped my hips in response as he pulled me into a kiss like he needed me to breathe. Lifting me next so his mouth could roam my neck relentlessly, down between my breasts, to my stomach, marking my skin before pulling me down to find my mouth again.
My hand dipped into the water and stroked his already rock-hard cock against my throbbing clit, rewarding him with moans into his mouth as I continued to stimulate my clit with him.
I was no longer holding back, no longer worried if I was making the wrong noise or moving the wrong way.
I just let myself feel it, let my body do exactly what it wanted, knowing Zane would enjoy it regardless and feed off of it every time.
I wasn’t ashamed of my pleasure or to pleasure him anymore because everything about it felt right.
I bit his bottom lip desperate with the need to consume him, and he growled in response, pleased by the pain.
“Fuck, baby—” he rasped as I grabbed him by the base, guiding him to my entrance as I sat on it, slowly, fueling on the way his eyes watched his cock disappear inside me, the way that friction caused my inside walls to tingle and clench all around him.
He thrusted his hips, stretching me to the max and the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside me made the world around us spin. My hands went to his hair for support as I matched his rhythm, taking over but keeping the pace he’d set.
I rested my forehead on his, exhaling shakily. “I was so worried about you...”
His hands were cupped my face now, thumbs brushing tenderly along my jaw, “You don’t have to worry about me, Chloe.” He panted against my mouth every time I lowered on his length. “I can handle anything.”
“I know,” I murmured, fighting the tears that the guilt pushed to spill. “But I still do.”
He suddenly lifted me, setting me down on the edge of the inbuilt tub. The cold tiles biting my ass, the glass on my back making me hiss on impact.
“Then give me a good reason, amore.” He positioned himself between my legs, and I leaned back, lifting my legs to the ledge of the porcelain to give him better access. “Give me a reason to want to come home to you every time.”
My fingers found my clit and I rubbed myself for him to watch. His pupils dilated so much it looked like he was shifting.
I moaned hard, feeling the burning reach every nerve ending but desperate for him to replace my fingers.
He finally leaned in and slurped at my pussy as I cried out in ecstasy.
My back arching every time his soft tongue swirled around every inch of me, rounding my asshole, back to my clit and everything in between with skillful precision.
And it didn’t take long until my thighs clamped on his face and a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Yes. I’d dig myself out of the fucking grave for this taste.”
His confession almost made me giggle, but before the sound could escape, he stood. His hand tangled in my hair, forcing my gaze up to meet his.
“Don’t laugh,” he warned softly, though his smirk gave him away. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
My gaze went to his erect cock and my mouth opened, taunting him and wanting his delicious cum.
The moment he slid inside I tasted the saltiness, and he fucked my open mouth until his tip pressed hard on the back of my throat.
I felt him grow thicker, the veins popping and pulsing, the muscles in his thighs tensing and when I was getting ready for that warm liquid to fill my mouth, he pulled it out, pulling my legs up to his chest and shoving himself inside me with a thrust so deep my head fell back with the sudden explosion, and he came inside me with a deep growl.
His body convulsed hard, forcing him down until his forehead rested against mine, both of us catching our breath for a moment before I felt him slide back into the water, pulling me with him.
My back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapping around me as if to remind me he wasn’t going anywhere. and we didn’t need to speak after that