Chapter 52 #4
“Seems like it.” I ground harder against the bulge in his pants and closed my eyes as the pleasure built again.
“Fuck, Kyller,” he cursed, stroking my waist more gently, trying to control himself.
“Can't handle even the first one, general?” I teased, grinding harder and throwing my head back, moaning at the contact.
Zion was fighting a battle with himself, hypnotized by my breasts partially hidden behind my hair.
I swept it back, delighting in the effect I had on him.
“I thought you said you'd make my body whisper every hidden secret.” Then I leaned in to kiss him.
I was desperate for more contact, more friction, anything to satisfy my hunger. “Are we whispering? Can you hear?”
I knew Zion had surrendered when his hand slid up my thighs and, still pressed to my lips, stroked over my panties, fingers tracing gently until they found my center.
I gasped, pulling away from his mouth and moaning as he explored me.
The pleasure surged, almost driving me mad, but he stopped again.
“Don't stop, Zion!” I moaned against his mouth.
I was out of control—the peak was right there, I could feel it, but he was denying me.
“Keep going,” I ordered, grinding against his hand, begging for more.
His eyes were wild too. He gripped my neck firmly, pulling me closer and pressing his mouth to my ear.
“Come for me, Kyller.” Then he lowered his mouth to my right breast while his fingers worked a sensitive spot over my panties.
The first orgasm sparked and ignited inside me as I threw my head back and pressed Zion even harder against my breast. I already knew that wild, reckless sensation that took over my entire body, coursing through me in waves, reaching every extremity, wiping my mind clean.
Yes, I knew that explosion from when I'd touched myself alone, but this was three times more intense, three times more overwhelming, and I could hear my heart pounding frantically.
My moan was drowned out by a monstrous roar that escaped Zion's lips.
Then I saw that monumental loss of control erase every safety limit we'd drawn minutes before.
He surged forward, spinning our bodies and pinning me on my back on the couch.
He lay on top of me, his skin burning hot against mine.
But before his lips could find my mouth again, I heard Serguei's voice, clear as day, as if he were standing in the center of my living room.
“You two! Enough! You've gone too far with this game.”
Zion growled, rising slightly, then lowered himself again, shielding me with his body.
“No use growling at me, little savage.”
And that was when it hit me—Serguei was literally standing in the middle of my living room, holding the yellow umbrella over his head, the one we'd abandoned in the garden earlier.
And I was half-naked beneath Zion, who looked equally at a loss.
Gods, where was a hole deep enough to swallow me whole?
“Oh, now you decide to put up that strong barrier?” He glared at me indignantly, and I tried to hide my flushed face in Zion's neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Zion growled at Serguei, covering my body with his.
“Saving your life?” He huffed. “Two irresponsible teenagers. I should have known something like this would happen.”
“Did you have to show up here?” I whispered, my face still hidden. I remembered too late that after his visit, I hadn't programmed the security system to repel him.
“If you hadn't chosen this moment to put up such a good mental barrier, I wouldn't have had to. By the way, congratulations. Now we know what to use to train you.”
Zion growled again.
“You didn't answer me either when I tried to warn you, so don't look at me like that. You know I'm doing you a huge favor right now. Do you think I'm happy to see you naked?”
“We're not naked,” I retorted, but the moment his gaze met mine and slid pointedly over my body, I melted with embarrassment. Serguei huffed, rolling his eyes.
“I'm leaving now. I see I've managed to cool things down enough for you to regain consciousness.
I said I'd release the agreement after the test—until then, you have at least two months.
Control yourselves. No kissing if you can't handle it.” Then, without another word, just a hard look of disappointment, Serguei closed the umbrella, hung it on the hook by the entrance, and walked out through the living room door, leaving me alone with Zion.
We looked at each other, trying to understand when we'd lost control.
“I...” He stood up, closing his eyes. He seemed unable to even breathe properly.
I got up too, embarrassed, and with nothing to cover myself, I tugged my skirt back down and tossed my hair forward, trying to cover as much as possible.
Heavens, what were we about to do? I looked at Zion, who was trembling with his eyes closed, hands clutching his head.
Then I climbed the stairs as fast as I could, refusing to let myself stop.
I almost killed my partner.