Chapter 30
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Jesus.
Her legs weakened at another invasion, and her temperature shot up when his teeth grazed her throat.
Her eyelids fluttered at the raw sensation. “You had it made especially for me?”
Why the thought blew her mind, she had no idea.
“Your ass has been a source of singular indecent fascination to me from the moment you went up those stairs before me, Peaches. I get hard and excited just thinking about it.” He continued to spread her wetness over her pussy and butt hole. His cock rested thick and heavy against her crack, and another memory triggered even more excitement.
“Pick it up, baby,” he whispered hotly in her ear.
Her shaky fingers reached for it. The leather belt was solid and expensive. The tail hung halfway between the loop, at the end of which hung the curved diamond-studded plug. The diamonds were smooth, but cold to the touch.
She didn’t insult him by asking if they were real. Zach Savage was too much of a connoisseur to settle for imitation.
“Do you like it?” His fingers continued to send her mindless down below, but their eyes were fixed on the glinting diamonds in her trembling hands.
“I like it,” she replied.
His forefinger caressed her. “Then say thank you, Peaches.”
An impish streak shot through her excitement. “Thank you, Peaches.”
The smack on her ass was sharp and unexpected. Three more followed, bringing stinging tears to her eyes. Whimpering, she tried to raise her head.
The fingers in her hair tightened. “Stay,” he rasped. “Take your punishment.”
He smacked her some more. Unbelievably, she grew wetter. He pushed her forward. The tips of her breasts grazed the cold marble and excited goosebumps rose over her skin.
He smacked her again, harder, then groaned as he caressed her stinging flesh. “Fuck, Peaches. Watching your ass turn pink is fast becoming one of my favorite things to do.”
The slap of his hand on her ass was fast turning into another favorite of hers too, but she withheld that information and contented herself in rocking back against his steel-hard erection. He jerked against her ass, and a drop of pre-cum dripped into her crack.
With another groan he stepped back. “It’s time, baby.”
“Yes.”
He grabbed the belt, secured it around her waist and tested the snug fit. The tail had dropped between her butt cheeks, the diamonds cold against her ass.
She turned and watched as he parted her and brought the head of the lubed plug against her sensitive hole.
His face was taut with intense control and a deep, dark hunger she’d never seen before.
When his eyes met hers, the grey depths were almost black with need. Harsh breaths rippled from his lips as his other hand reached down and circled her pussy in slow caresses. “Relax, Peaches,” he crooned.
She forced even breaths into her lungs. He watched her face with keen eyes, gauging her breaths. As she breathed out, he pressed down on the plug and shoved two fingers inside her.
“Zach!” Sensation like she’d never known tore up her spine, shoving her onto her toes. “Oh God, I can’t?—”
“Take it!” He held his thumb down, his thighs parting her legs wider, allowing him to step closer. “Take me!” He pinned her to the hard surface and surged inside her. His voice, low and feral, rolled roughly over her. “Take me, and know that I am yours.” His thickness bruised the walls of her sex, filling her, pleasuring her fully and unapologetically. The newer sensation of the plug made its presence known with each thrust, sending a different sort of pleasure twining around the truth of being thoroughly fucked by a consummate expert.
“Christ, you’re so tight, so amazing.”
“Only for you.”
His breath rushed out, bathing her neck in warmth as both hands circled her waist. “Tell me you adore me, Bethany.” His voice was still razor rough with need, whatever edge he was riding taking complete hold of him. He fucked himself deep, deeper, and she felt his body tremble against her. The knowledge that he was as caught up in the sensations riding her made her heart swell and turn over.
“I adore you, Zach. So much.”
He made a sound between a moan and a choked cry. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Inside and out.”
Knowing the next question that was coming, knowing how incredibly close she was to giving in, she planted her feet and deliberately slammed hard into his thrust.
“Fuck!” A full body shudder rippled from his body to his. “I’m going to come, Bethany.”
She was already there. “Do it with me, please.”
Another shudder. “Yes!”
She slammed back again and felt the world tilt beneath her feet. Ecstasy roared, vicious and unstoppable through her. Through the mind-blowing ride, she heard him roar his own release.
Hot gusts of semen filled her, scalded her tight passage until she could take no more.
Against her neck, Zach panted, sweat dripping from his body onto hers. His hands banded her as if he’d never let her go. And she was beginning to think he never would.
Their breathing slowly returned to the realms of normal. When he pulled out of her, she moaned. He turned her around and slid her arms around his neck. He hugged her close again and buried his face in her shoulder.
“You make me happy, Bethany. You make me feel like I’m not alone.”
Tears welled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
Words of love filled her heart again, threatening to escape. While she guessed Zach wouldn’t reject them this time, the swiftness with which she’d fallen for him—continued to fall deeper for him despite all the threats that loomed on the horizon—frightened her.
“You’re not alone. I’m here, baby. I’m here.”
His breath rushed out. Bending, he picked her up and carried her next door into the large tiled shower. He set her down and steadied her when her legs wobbled.
A cheeky grin curved his mouth. “I love that I’ve fucked you so hard you can barely stand.”
She noted the tremble in the hand that held her and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t go beating your chest just yet, Savage. You don’t look too steady either.”
“Touché,” he conceded, although his strength seemed to be returning by the minute. Certainly, his semi-hard cock was hardening again as his gaze moved over her body and settled on the belt still encompassing her waist.
God, the man was insatiable.
He switched on the shower and turned to her. “You’re surprised that I’m getting hard again for you?” he mused.
“Do you ever get tired?”
“Stop looking this fucking beautiful, and I’ll answer you.”
She rolled her eyes and stood still as he untied the belt and gently eased it out of her. Residual sensation made her bite her lip. He dropped the belt on the bench and drizzled soap over her body. He washed her thoroughly, and she returned the favor before they headed to the bedroom.
Her stomach growled loudly, and he looked over at her. “Midnight snack?”
She nodded eagerly. “Please.” She followed him into the dressing room and watched him tug a silk lounge bottoms over his delectable ass.
She’d thought him insatiable minutes ago. And yet, here she was ogling him, ready to jump him again. He straightened, raked a hand through his damp hair, and her insides turned over with desire.
God…
She looked up and caught his grin. “When you’ve talked yourself out of giving in to your dirty, dirty thoughts, come and find me in the kitchen.”
His deep laugh as she punched his arm resonated within her, and she found herself grinning as she hunted through his side of the dressing room for a T-shirt.
She tugged it on, breathing the mingled scent of Zach’s masculinity, aftershave and cleanliness. With a smile tugging her lips at her stupid, swooning emotions, she was about to leave the room when the beep stopped her.
Turning in the doorway, she tried to locate the source of the familiar text alert. She recalled that Zach had hung on to her phone earlier when she’d asked him for it.
She picked up his discarded jacket and hunted within the pockets until she found her phone.
The text was from Keely, but it was only to alert her that she had mail. She closed the text box and activated her email. Sure enough, Keely had sent her a message. Bethany touched on the little envelope next to her friend’s name and the box expanded.
The message was short and succinct.
* * *
Zach walked into the bedroom ten minutes later, his frown deepening when he didn’t immediately see Bethany. He was about to head back out when he saw movement from the corner of his eye.
He altered his course toward the dressing room and sucked in a stunned breath when he saw her crumpled on the floor, her features ashen as she stared at her phone screen.
Rushing the last few steps, he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Bethany, what’s wrong?”
She looked up, and the pain in her eyes sliced through his soul. “Keely sent me this.”
Tilting the phone, she showed him the message.
A beautiful life cut short. Are you not afraid you’ll be next?