Chapter 33
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Zach slid a finger into her tight wet heat and felt her jerk against his hold. They’d fucked for hours since returning home, but they were as insatiable for each other as they had been the first time they’d made love.
Her eager response to his touch blew his mind, made him crave more of her with each orgasm he pulled from her body. But more than that, after coming clean about his past, he’d felt a different, almost spiritual closeness to her that made his chest hurt every time the emotion surged through him.
If he had a choice, he would stay here with her forever.
“You having fun down there, Peaches?” He added another finger and gloried in her moan.
“Hmm.” She pumped his straining cock a few times before her mouth closed over him. The sensation of her hot, expert suction made his breath shudder out.
Her beautiful body was spread out over him, her pink pussy wide open to his hungry exploration. He adored her body, would happily dedicate hours to worshipping her. That he was getting a blowjob out of it while he did so was a pleasurable bonus.
She sucked him harder, determined to unravel him. Raising his head, he tongued her clit before sucking it into his mouth.
Her cry was pure bliss to his ears. “You like that, baby?”
“God, yes, I love that. Love your mouth,” she panted.
His heart jolted and a dart of anxiety surged. The words he craved every time they fucked remained unsaid. He knew he would have to work hard to earn it, but he was greedy enough to want it here, now.
He worked harder on her clit, watched her body jerk and shudder beneath his hands. When she came in his mouth, her release was so powerful she burst into tears. Fuck, she was so beautiful. Moisture dampened his own eyes as her tears dripped onto his thighs.
Getting up, he walked them into his outdoor, enclosed shower. The sun was still high enough to warm their skin as he turned on the cool water. He stood with her for long minutes, just happy to be with her and embrace the heady feelings coursing through him.
He would earn her love.
Because he loved her.
More than he could bear. More than he’d ever dreamed it was possible to love another person.
“You’re thinking awfully hard there, Savage. Or is the problem somewhere else?”
Her hand grasped his still raging cock. He rested the subject of earning her love for a moment and just stared at her stunning face.
“I’m beginning to think you’ve upped the sass lately because you love getting spanked.” He delivered a sharp smack and watched her eyes grow dark with desire. “If that’s what you need, all you have to do is ask.” He spanked her again, then soothed her stinging flesh with a firm caress. He continued to lazily explore her as they kissed. She nipped at his mouth, then sighed with pleasure when his middle fingers slipped between her crack. He teased her puckered hole and slowly pushed in.
She froze. “Zach, no.”
He frowned. “What’s wrong?”
She flushed. “Nothing.” He raised an eyebrow and she bit her lip. “I just… Chris?—”
He jerked back. “Are you telling me that every time I touch you there, you think of that fucking bastard? That every time I come anywhere near that sweet spot, you think of another man?”
Bethany’s heart jumped into her throat, stopping her denial for a second. But it was a second too late. Fury washed over Zach’s face.
Rough hands turned her around. “Put your hands on the wall.”
“Zach, wait! It’s just… I’ve never understood the big deal?—”
“Did you enjoy your little present back in Bangkok?”
Unable to lie, she nodded.
“The wall, Bethany. Now.”
“What… what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to erase that bastard’s memory from your mind once and for all.”
Slowly, she turned around. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him grip his thick cock and pump it once. Twice.
He stared down at her ass, his breaths coming out in harsh, aggressive pants.
Apprehension, real and hot and fueled with enough adrenaline to knock out an elephant, coursed through her. His cock was a whole different animal to the butt plug.
And the mood he was in, the fury stamped on his face, didn’t give her comfort.
“Zach,” she tried again.
Grey eyes slid up her back to clash with hers. “Your ass belongs to me. Your body belongs to me. I can’t have you thinking of another man when we’re apart. And I sure as fuck am not going to allow you to think of another guy when we’re this close.”
“I… wasn’t. Not really…”
Another wave of fury surged. She bit her lip and jumped at his ferocious growl. “Put your hands on the fucking wall, Bethany.”
Knowing she was only making things worse, she clamped her mouth and placed her hands on the wall. Slowly, excitement filled her.
She’d never done this before. Chris, before he’d confessed to his love of male assholes, had suggested it a few times, but she’d refused, too uncomfortable with the idea.
Now… her breath hitched with a completely different emotion.
God—
“What are you thinking about, Peaches?” His voice was a low, growled warning. A warning of punishment should she give the wrong answer.
She quickly shook her head and forced her eyes shut. No thinking about Chris. Not now, not ever. “I’m thinking of you. Of this.”
“Then look at me. Are you thinking of how your beautiful ass is going to take my cock?”
She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look over her shoulder the way she knew he loved. “Yes.”
He breathed out in satisfaction.
“Good. Now watch what I’m going to do to you. I want you in no doubt as to who’s fucking your ass, Bethany. Who’s owning your body, mind and soul. Understand?”
She nodded quickly and looked down.
Jesus. He was so big. There was no way he would fit. No way?—
She cried out as his fingers slid over her clit and pushed inside her, testing her wetness. And she was plenty wet. He spread her juices over her pussy and up against her hole. Then he reached up on the wooden shelf and grabbed a tube of lube. He smeared a blob against his finger and rubbed it against her hole. Pressure scrambled up her spine as he spread another blob on his cock and slowly rubbed himself before positioning himself between her spread legs.
Her hands shook. “Jesus, this is happening.”
A raw, masculine smile curved his mouth. “Yes, Peaches, it’s happening. And from now on, every time I touch your ass, you’ll remember me and only me. You’ll take my cock inside you, and you’ll remember how fucking beautiful it feels. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Now, keep your eyes on me. I want to see your pleasure. You can watch mine.” He gripped her waist with one hand, and his wide head pushed against her. “Relax and breathe for me, baby.”
A shocked laugh ripped from her. “You expect me to relax? You’re fucking huge.”
“I know,” he replied without a hint of arrogance. “Try anyway.”
At the first touch of his smooth head, she tensed. Then forced herself to relax. He pushed again and smooth became hard. She bit her lip to stop a groan. She felt herself opening up, unfurling at his searing demand. Excitement tore through her. She arched her back and he groaned.
“Yes. Work me in. God, Bethany. Yes, that’s it. Oh, fuck!” he muttered hoarsely.
His cock head popped in and electric pleasure sizzled up her spine. Her channel burned at the forceful invasion, but the exquisite delight was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She took another inch of him, cried out as he took over, filling her with sure, powerful thrusts.
“Christ, you look so fucking amazing.” His voice was barely recognizable with the depth of his rough pleasure. “The way you’re taking me…” He slowly established a rhythm, holding her steady with an iron grip on her waist as he fucked her ass.
“Look at me.”
She raised her eyes to his. Pleasure scoured his cheeks, throbbed through the body possessing hers.
His eyes connected with hers, he surged deeper and fueled the flames of ecstasy roaring through her. “You’re mine. Every single inch of you.”
His dark ownership of her triggered her climax, but he controlled it, refused to let her soar until he was good and ready. Then he slid a hand between her legs and plunged two fingers inside her.
“Come for me, Bethany. Now.”
She came with a scream that ripped through the air. She bucked, cried, and trembled in his arms as the most sublime orgasm she’d known tore her apart.
He pulled her back and banded his arms around her. Against her ear, his breath was harsh, but his voice was full of awe, adoring her as she trembled in her arms. “You’re a dream come true. My dream come true.”
He held her like that, skin to skin, as he groaned his release, long and hard inside her. Several minutes later, he still trembled.
His hands shook as he pulled out of her and washed her. Turning off the shower, he dried her body then swung her in his arms and took her back to bed. He pulled the covers over them and cupped her face to deliver a sweet, adoring kiss. His mouth quivered against hers and emotion welled inside her.
God, she loved him, especially when he was caught in the grip of his own overwhelming emotions.
“Zach…”
Something in her voice must have given away her feelings. His breath hissed out, and those intense eyes devoured her.
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded hoarsely. “Please, baby, I need to hear it.”
Bethany opened her mouth to tell him, but found herself shaking her head. “No. You tell me you love me . You never have. Because you don’t love me. Why should I be the one to bare my heart and soul to you?”
He looked shocked. Genuinely shell-shocked as if he’d been shot.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I love you! Why else would I be ripping myself inside and out for you if not because I’m insane about you?”
In that moment, Bethany was sure she knew what it felt like to be completely insane with both fury and love.
She went to pull out of his arms, but he caught her back.
“Wait!”
“Let me go, Zach. You’ve just ruined what should’ve been a beautiful moment. I am not fucking psychic! How would I know you love me? There are a hundred different emotions besides love that could be motivating you.”
His eyes widened. “Like what?”
“Obsession. Possessiveness. Insane sexual chemistry.”
A haze of red flared across his taut cheekbones. “You think that’s all this is? That my heart turns over every time you look at me because I’m crazy about the sex?”
“Those are powerful emotions, Zach.”
“God… Bethany, I love you,” he repeated. “I love you. So much. So very much that sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to take a breath without craving you.”
She trembled at the strong, powerful words. “Do you want to?”
“Hell no. But I want your love, too. I foolishly threw it away when you offered it. I’m not ashamed to beg you for it. But only if you feel it.” A shadow of anguish clouded his eyes. “Do you feel it, Bethany?”
“Tell me you love me again.”
“I. Fucking. Love. You.”
Her heart soared, joy and love and screaming happiness fizzing inside her. Her smile felt as wide as the sky, and his breath hitched as he gazed down at her.
“Bethany?”
“I feel it, Zach. With every breath in my body, I feel it.”