Chapter 12 #2
He climbs in next to me, and lays on his side so we’re facing each other. “Which comment got to you?” His fingers trail lightly down my arm, causing my muscles to loosen. He knows I love when he does this. It’s almost a ticklish touch, but right on the line without making me laugh.
It’s so stupid to say this shit out loud, but he deserves the truth. “That someone like you is with someone like me.”
“Who should I be with then, if not you?”
He can’t really be this clueless, can he? Does he not know how the island sees him?
I rub my eyes, trying to ease the headache building behind them. “I don’t know, Ziv. You’re a hero, and I’m a villain. You could probably close your eyes and point to find a more worthy match.”
He opens his mouth as if to respond but seems to change his mind.
I follow his gaze as it darts across the ceiling then lands on me seconds before he grabs my hips and pushes me onto my back.
One of his hands has my wrists pinned above my head, another is gripping my thigh as he wraps it around his waist. The third is lightly tracing my rib cage––the scrape of his calloused fingers making me shiver––and the fourth hand is gripping the sides of my mouth, pushing my lips into a slightly parted pout.
It occurs to me how small the room suddenly seems, how much of it he fills.
“It doesn’t matter what I say, does it?” There’s a chill in his tone and his eyes blaze with anger.
“I could tell you you’re the most generous, charming, breathtaking creature I’ve ever known, and somewhere inside your mind, you’d still think one of those wretched females is a better match, yes?
” His grip on my wrists tightens to the point of pain, and I watch his jaw clench as he looks up at them.
“That you’re what, unworthy of my devotion? ”
I don’t know what to say, and with the way he’s still squeezing the sides of my mouth, I can’t say much, so I nod because it’s the truth.
I also clench my thighs beneath him because this new side of Zivren?
It’s fucking hot. He’s never aggressive or commanding like this.
If anything, he’s a gentle giant. But not right now, and I’m loving it.
“Fine,” he growls through gritted teeth. “If you refuse to listen to my words, I’ll make you understand another way.”
That’s the only warning I get before he lets go of my face and crashes his lips into mine, kissing me with a roughness I didn’t think he possessed.
My wrists remain bound as he frees his other hands to rip my underwear straight down the middle.
He only frees my hands long enough to tug my T-shirt up my arms before tightening his hold on them once again.
His hungry mouth moves down my body until he reaches my nipple, sucking it between his lips and biting gently.
He gives my other breast the same attention, and then his tongue traces along my collarbone and around the shell of my ear.
“You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers.
A hand reaches between our bodies, and I can’t tell why until I feel the swollen head of his cock rubbing against the lips of my pussy.
He presses it against my clit, and it must be covered in oonya because the tingles begin immediately, and they erupt across my skin like I’ve been bathing in it.
“You’re a miracle I didn’t think I deserved. ”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant, rocking my hips against his, trying to reach for the friction I know he can provide.
“There will never be another for me, June.” He sucks on my earlobe and bites down.
I cry out, sinking deeper into the pleasure and pain his body is feeding me, desperate for more.
“You’re the only thing that makes sense to me. The piece that’s been missing.”
I want to get lost in the beauty of his words, the gravity of what he’s saying, but then I feel him pause at my entrance.
“I don’t think I’ll last long, but I want this.” He kisses me, drinking from my lips. It’s an oath as much as it is a question. “May I?”
“Do we, um, need anything? Protection?” It might be his first time, but suddenly I’m nervous too. I want this to be good for him.
“There has never been another.”
“Right. Okay,” I reply, laughing at my slip in memory. “I doubt I’d be able to get pregnant, but even if I could, I got a contraception shot last year in the castle.” Then I remember something else. “Oh, lube.”
We got handsy in bed a few days ago, and my pussy was as dry as a saltine. He went to the market before the sun came up and bought three bottles of it. Sweet man.
He pulls one of them out of the drawer that disappears into the wall and squeezes a generous amount into his palm before coating his dick.
“We’re good then, yes?”
“Yes.”
He releases my wrists, his focus solely on his cock as it enters my body, inch by gloriously thick inch.
“Oh god,” I moan as the ache of him stretching me gets lost in the pleasure. “So good, Ziv.”
Our hips are unable to meet due to his enormous size, but he makes it more than halfway, and gold stars dance behind my eyelids at the feel of being so completely stuffed by him. Then he settles over me, his bulk pushing me deeper into the mattress.
“I need to move,” he says, and I can hear the strain in his voice. Poor thing is holding himself back so much to avoid hurting me. “May I?”
“Move,” I assure him. “It’s okay.” I’m not worried about being left unsatisfied when I know he’s going to spray his oonya all over my body, and I’m going to come over and over until I can no longer breathe.
Soon his thrusts become steady and deep and the slap of our bodies fills the room. I grip his shoulders, trying to hold on as he fucks into me, his body quaking as the bed-frame slams against the wall.
I take this opportunity to be greedy with my gaze as I watch him start to lose control. A thin layer of sweat coats his wide chest, the corded muscles in his arms becoming more prominent. His face is made up of sharp angles but it’s somehow so soft when he’s looking only at me.
“I’m close,” he whispers, the veins along his thick neck popping out. “Ficq, June. I can’t hold back anymore.”
His eyes fall closed as he pulls out and unloads his oonya across my lower belly and pussy. The tingles hit me like a truck and I’m swallowed by such intense pleasure I lose sense of myself, of Ziv, of the bed beneath me, and I leap into the abyss, hoping never to return.
I hear him whispering things in my ear. I don’t catch all of it, but I note the “so beautiful,” and “take my cock so well,” and it’s enough to keep the satisfied grin plastered to my face until I fall asleep.
Zivren rouses me in the middle of the night with his lips wrapped tightly around my nipple.
He kisses every inch of my skin, telling me how long he’s wanted to do this and how unforgettable my skin tastes.
I end up on all fours with him fucking me from behind as he rubs his oonya over my clit in small circles.
“Yes, June,” he growls against the shell of my ear before biting into it. “Come apart for me.”
A light pinch to my clit has me following his command, and I collapse onto my stomach, dizzy and panting as he turns me over and makes me come again and again, with his oonya drenching my pussy.
I wake up later with my bladder quivering to be emptied, my thighs and inner walls sore from earlier, and I notice it’s still dark out.
Zivren must wake up when I close the door to the bathroom, because once I’ve washed my hands, I find him waiting on the other side, a sleepy smile lighting up his face.
I pull the bottom hem of his T-shirt toward me, and his body follows until we’re pressed against each other.
His front arms come around my waist, lovingly squeezing my rolls.
Is this guy really mine to fuck? Miles of muscle and veins and delicious skin and even more delicious come that makes me feel like I’ve taken a combination of hard drugs.
Mm.
My pussy clenches around nothing, and I briefly consider pulling him into the bathroom for another round.
But first I ask him the question I wish I’d been asked in college after my boyfriend punched my v-card. “How are you feeling?”
He seems surprised by my question.
“I mean, it was your first time, and I know for some people, it’s a big deal. So I wanted to check.”
He brushes a hair off my cheek and cradles my face in his hand.
I lean into it, closing my eyes and half expecting a purr to rumble out of my throat.
He kisses my forehead then rubs his nose against mine.
“It was a big deal,” he whispers, his breath sweet and warm as it drifts over my cheeks. “The best night of my life.”
My heart swells. I push up on tip toes and kiss him.
Just a quick but tender smack to his lips.
“Mine too.” If he were to read my mind, he’d find no lies.
The sex I’ve had before him has been fine.
Sometimes even good. But nothing like this.
Sex with Zivren is light years beyond what I expected it to feel like. And I can’t wait to do it again.