Chapter 52 #3
Zion pressed my body against his with the hand already wrapped around my waist. His other hand, which had been on my face, slid down to grab my ass and lift me off the ground.
I felt his fingers digging into my skin, as if trying to get beneath it, and I knew it would leave marks—but I wanted them.
I wanted so much more. I wanted everything.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me and climbed the stairs.
Then he pinned me against the front door, his tongue invading, provoking, urging me to give more, to lose control just as he was losing his.
Zion kissed me fiercely, seeming to want to crush me against that door with every thrust of his tongue. And I melted under his exploration.
I heard a click behind me, and Zion carried me inside.
I only realized we'd entered because the wind from outside had stopped.
Moments later, I felt him set me down on a smooth, firm surface.
Then came the sounds of wood and metal clattering to the floor, and I knew it was the knife block from the counter.
He seemed to be waging war with my tongue, as if trying to extract everything I could be and feel, as if finally claiming ownership of something that was his by right.
His hands explored my bare legs; my skirt had ridden up and bunched around my hips.
When I ran out of breath, I turned my mouth away, and he lowered his lips to my jaw, trailing deep, dizzying kisses around my face until he reached the spot just below my ear.
There, he seemed even more emboldened, more at ease.
Every touch of his lips and tongue made me forget my name, who I was, where I was, what I was supposed to do.
Zion blazed a trail of maddening kisses down my neck, drawing gasps and moans from me that I never would have believed myself capable of making.
All I could think about was touching him.
I wanted to feel him against my fingers, against my body.
I wanted everything, just like he did—I wanted to get under his skin, to lose myself in his feelings and especially his thoughts.
I started tugging at his suit jacket, and with surprising ease, Zion tossed it aside while I worked at the stubborn knot of his tie.
He tried to help me with his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, but I decided to skip them entirely—I grabbed the fabric and ripped it open from top to bottom, right along the row of buttons.
I couldn't get the shirt off completely, but his chest was now exposed for my fingers to explore freely, which was exactly what I craved.
The tie, though loosened, still hung around his neck, but at least it didn't stop me.
Zion returned to my neck, trailing kisses down the center of it, descending along my throat and claiming the collarbone exposed by my shirt.
I pressed my palms flat against the skin of his abdomen, trying to feel as much of him as possible.
Soon I heard him panting, and then I felt my own shirt being yanked open.
The pearl buttons scattered across the floor in every direction.
I looked down just in time to see myself exposed to Zion's gaze.
Only my bra shielded me from his eyes, and being entirely black lace, it hid practically nothing.
I gasped—consciously, for the first time—and felt my face flush.
His eyes devoured every freckle scattered across my skin.
He must have noticed the color rising to my cheeks, because a moment later Zion took my chin and gently tilted my face up to meet his gaze.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he murmured, his voice so hoarse I could barely make out the words.
It felt like someone was screaming inside my head.
His lips found mine again before I could think or respond, before I could decide to hide from him.
The frenzy that had overtaken me surged back with full force, making me forget everything else as his mouth claimed mine at last. By the gods, Zion was kissing me.
My mind was a whirlwind of sensations and images, but the screams in the back of it still persisted.
He lifted me from the kitchen counter and carried me through the living room, sitting down on the sofa and settling me onto his lap.
The moment he shifted beneath me, my body slid into place, fitting perfectly over his hips.
That's when I moaned into his mouth. All of Zion's length and thickness pressed firm beneath me, nestled perfectly against my core.
He groaned, feeling the same thing, and thrust his hips upward off the cushions.
His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight and grinding me down against him as he returned to my neck with kisses and gentle bites.
A dizzying sensation bloomed in my lower belly, swelling and spreading through my core.
He loosened his grip on my waist and pulled back just long enough to study my bra, assessing something.
Before I could think, Zion lowered his head, placed his mouth between my breasts, and caught the fabric in his teeth, tugging it back.
I felt the front clasp give way, as if it had a life of its own and was eager to obey that man's every wish.
How could he seduce even inanimate things?
Beyond the screams, it now felt like someone was pounding against the walls of my mind.
The two cups of my bra fell open, and with just a nudge from Zion's hands, it was gone entirely. When my breasts were bared to his gaze, his pupils dilated until they swallowed two-thirds of the blue in his eyes. He lifted his hungry gaze to my face, still clinging to whatever lucidity remained.
“Are you sure you want to continue?” he asked, smoothing my hair back behind my shoulder, exposing my body even more to his view, though he controlled himself enough to keep his eyes fixed on mine.
I hesitated—not because I was uncertain about all the things I wanted to do with my partner; in that I had complete confidence.
But the agreement... neither of us knew where the limits were.
I decided this was the perfect time to find out how far we could go without causing harm.
I searched for something intelligent to say, but there was nothing rational left in my mind. So I just whispered:
“Yes. I want everything that's within the limits.” His eyes blazed hot and hungry, as if seeing a woman for the first time in his life.
His head lowered with such determination that I couldn't even process what he was about to do.
Then I felt the soft, warm touch of his tongue circling my nipple, a second before he engulfed it with his lips and sucked, sending me into freefall.
“You two are irresponsible children.” I thought I heard.
He drew a moan from my throat I didn't know I was capable of making.
Nothing had ever felt like this. I didn't even have time to be embarrassed before he did the same to my other breast, cupping the first with one hand, testing its weight, caressing, playing, teasing.
While his mouth tortured me, he pressed himself against my core again, his hand exploring my ass and pushing up the skirt bunched around my waist. I felt an overwhelming need to take control and started moving in his lap.
I needed that friction. I couldn't think of anything else.
I adjusted myself as best I could, more by instinct than any real knowledge of what to do, and ground against him.
It only took seconds before I felt myself nearing the edge.
He pulled away from my breasts and the sensation faded, but it was still there, demanding release.
“Drutes, then?” he asked, panting, trying to hold still. I smiled wickedly.