Chapter 39
CHAPTER 39
KIARA
I wrap my arms around Zyran’s neck and thread my fingers through his hair. It’s been so long that I’d almost forgotten how soft and silky it is.
This is where I want to be—right here with him, despite the macabre setting. Even though the lengths he’s gone to to protect me sicken me, I can’t deny that the past twelve months have been torturous without him. Now that he’s back, I don’t want to let him go.
His tongue sweeps against mine deliciously. I moan into his mouth and practically melt into his body. My knees are weak, my head is light, and I feel like I could float away with him at any moment.
In one swift movement, Zyran picks me up and walks us backward toward the stairs, but he ends up tripping on John’s body.
I squeal as we crash to the floor, right in the puddle of blood that’s started gathering. I’m covered in it, but instead of being grossed out, I’m… strangely turned on. Zyran can sense what I’m feeling because the look in his eyes is feral as he pounces on me.
“ Fuck ,” he breathes against my lips, his breath warm as it fans across my face.
I take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug slightly, making him groan. He settles between my legs, and his rock hard erection rubs against my clit, sending chills throughout my entire body.
My legs wrap around his waist and pull him against me so hard there’s no space between us—we’re two beings melded into one.
“Zyran,” I breathe as he buries his face into my neck and grinds against me again. The tip of his tongue shoots out to trace the mark he left there just minutes ago, the area still tender.
He lifts himself up slightly so he can pull my shirt over my head and pull my shorts off. I shiver as my bare back touches John’s blood, the feeling so grotesque. Zyran then makes quick work of his own clothes, tossing them into a pile. They’re completely stained now, but I don’t care. All I want right now is for Zyran to be inside me.
Before he pushes himself in, I place a hand on his chest to stop him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sounding concerned.
I reach down and run my fingers over the head of his cock, dripping with precum. “I just want to look for a second.”
He shivers as I slowly, teasingly, make my way down his shaft until I’m gripping his balls. His head falls into the crook of my neck as his dick twitches in my hand. “You’re gonna make me come, baby.”
I want him to come inside me, but I also want to take my time with him. He grinds into my hand, seeking some kind of relief.
This reminds me of when he kidnapped me and tied me up in the forest. I tried using his thigh to get some penetration, but he wouldn’t let me.
Now it’s my turn to torture him.
“Lie on your back,” I tell him firmly, pushing against his chest with my free hand.
“Why?” he asks.
“Just do it.”
He loses his balance and falls on his back when I push him again. I get on my knees and bring my face close to his erection, planting a soft kiss to the red and dripping tip.
“Kiara,” Zyran warns through gritted teeth.
I slide out my tongue and run it up and down the veins in his cock. He tries hard to keep eye contact with me, but his eyes close and his head falls back into the puddle of blood.
Once I’m done teasing him, I wrap my lips around him and swallow him as deep as I can before I gag. Zyran moans and grips a fistful of my hair as I suck his cock. His body stutters from the pleasure I’m wringing from him, and the knowledge that I’m responsible for making him feel this way makes me even wetter.
I grab his balls again and massage them with one hand, and with the other, I use my thumb to play with his ass.
“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers as he starts to grind his hips. The smooth planes of his stomach tighten as his orgasm nears. His moans echo throughout the small hallway. He’s fucking my throat now, pumping his hips in and out of my mouth until he explodes.
A feral roar erupts from his throat as his warm cum fills my mouth. His fingernails dig into my scalp painfully as he stills inside me, not letting go until I start to choke on him.
Slowly, he pulls himself out of my mouth and sits up.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I sit on my knees and do what he says without hesitation. He watches as his cum spills out of my mouth, down my chin and chest, to my breasts.
His eyes are intense as he leans forward and smears his semen all over me.
“You look so pretty covered in my cum,” he praises in a low tone.
I smile and lick some of it off my lips; the butterflies in my stomach are fluttering like crazy, and my cheeks are burning.
“Come here.”
Zyran grabs my hips as I climb into his lap and straddle him. He holds me up as lines the head of his cock up with my entrance. My pussy clenches painfully with the need for him to be inside me.
I wriggle my hips in frustration, and instead of denying me the pleasure I’m seeking like I expect him to, he pushes himself inside me to the hilt. We sigh in unison.
“Oh, God,” I breathe as his thick cock stretches me.
“Relax,” he whispers, stroking my back.
I close my eyes and key out a few breaths as I allow myself enough time to adjust to his size. It’s been way too long since I last had sex, and I don’t want to wait any longer.
Zyran leans his weight back on his hands and grinds his hips against mine. His eyes are full of dark intensity when he says, “Ride me, baby.”
I bite my bottom lip and start moving my hips against him. My head falls back as I grind and bounce on his dick. Zyran reaches out and grabs one of my breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh so hard I know he’ll leave marks.
The thought of walking around adorned with his marks makes my body warmer than it already is.
“Fuck, Zyran,” I say on a moan when the tip of his cock grazes my spot. He groans in answer and lets his head fall back, eyes trying but failing to stay open.
If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be fucking my stalker in the middle of my downstairs hallway, I would have told them that they were insane. But here I am, riding Zyran without a care in the world, in a puddle of blood seeping out of my dead date’s body.
This is so fucked up, but with Zyran’s cock filling me so deeply, I just can’t bring myself to care.
He was right—we’re both fucked up. Completely insane.
I do, however, choose not to look at John’s lifeless face, and instead focus on Zyran’s handsome one.
His cheeks are flushed as he pumps his hips from beneath me. When I lean forward and grip his shoulders, he falls back onto the floor, John’s blood making a grotesque squelch .
Suddenly, Zyran flips us over so he’s on top, and he hikes my legs up so my ass is lifted off the floor. I gasp from the new sensation this position provides; his dick still grazes my g-spot while also penetrating my clit.
Stars dance before my eyes as he pounds into me harder and faster. I grip his arms and dig my fingernails into his skin, not stopping until I’ve drawn blood. I want to mark him just as much as he does me, so everyone will know that we belong to each other.
Zyran drops his forehead against mine as his movements become sloppy. “Fuck, butterfly, I’m gonna come.”
Dragging my fingers through his hair, I grip the silken strands tightly and lift his head up to expose his neck to my teeth. He yells out a harsh string of curses as I clamp down onto the heated flesh, not letting go until he fills my pussy with his cum. Only then do I have to let go so I can cry out my own string of swears as I reach my climax.
“Look at me,” Zyran commands. My eyes shoot open to find him staring down at me intently. “Keep your eyes open.”
His eyes never leave mine as my orgasm wracks my entire body. I’m screaming his name and clawing at his arms and chest as he pumps his hips faster and faster, wrenching every last bit of energy out of me.
When I squirt all over his cock, he breaks eye contact and bites into my neck again in the same spot as before. Then he bites the other side, then my collarbone, both breasts, and my shoulder. He’s completely marking me, letting the world know that I’m off limits to anyone but him. No more dates. No more scouring dating apps looking for someone to take my mind off of Zyran.
He’s just as much mine as I am his, and nothing will ever change that.