53. Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter fifty-three
It's hard not to laugh when Zenn takes his broody scowling to a whole new level on the way back, hand locked on my leg, snapping at Jeska and Hendrix when they make the mistake of speaking to him.
Deciding to give him a few minutes to cool down, I kick my heels off and duck into the bathing chamber to freshen up, tucking the book and notes Bri left for me and the necklace I’m reluctant to take off–into a drawer for safe keeping.
There'll be plenty of time to think about my sister and the supplement tomorrow.
Right now, I want to forget everything and lose myself in Zenn for a few hours.
When I step out of the small room, he's barefoot in our doorway, arms corded with muscle brace against the top of the frame.
Already shirtless, he flexes the ink with a dark grin, leaving no room to misunderstand.
If I want to, we're picking up where we left off in that ballroom.
And Goddess, do I want to. Zenn stares at me with ravenous hunger glazing those endless eyes.
I match his intensity; the fire he sparked when I was dressing and stoked when we were dancing has turned into a blazing inferno, and I need to burn with him.
"Come here." His voice is even lower than usual, soft but deadly and laced with command, two little words daring me to enter the bedroom behind him while simultaneously warning me of the risk.
Ducking under his arm and into the dimly lit room, I savor the deeply masculine scent of him as I brush up against his body, letting him know I want to play.
I make it all of three steps before he's on me.
His mouth claims mine in a hard kiss, tongue sweeping in to devour me, and I know I was right about the warning in his eyes when a strong hand wraps around my throat, forcing my head back so he can take what he wants.
I let out a loud moan when he nips at my bottom lip, applying pressure over my rapidly increasing pulse as his thumb strokes my jaw.
A shimmering shield encases the edges of the room.
"Nobody gets to hear the sounds that come from this smart little mouth tonight.
They're all mine." He permeates the words with sharp kisses that leave me panting.
Hands slip to my back, making quick work of the laces, he wrenches the panels apart and tugs my dress down to expose my bare breasts, aching for his touch. My nipples, already peaked and tender for hours, harden further in the cooling night air, and Zenn stares boldly, licking his lips.
I need him to do more than just look, a soft whimper escaping my lips as if to tell him that. He just leans in and brushes my mouth with his, swallowing the sound in a featherlight kiss, laughing darkly when I open for him, trying to insist he take more.
Then, he does, shocking the breath from my lungs when he spins me, pulling my back flush against his body, roughly palming the soft flesh of my breasts, cupping and kneading.
The other hand buries in my hair, holding me in place as his hot mouth trails my neck, sucking and biting at every sensitive spot, making me arch into hands that are almost too harsh.
Needing a tether, I hook my arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"I did not enjoy the sight of you in another man's arms tonight," he snarls, reaching down to yank my skirts up, his other hand tormenting the undersides of my breasts, cruelly ignoring the painfully tight buds I so desperately need him to soothe.
Zenn finally gets past the layers of fabric to tease me through the lace of my underwear.
"Oh, you're soaked, pretty girl." Words don’t form, so I nod fervently, wondering what it will take to get him to really touch me.
I don't dare ask, in case the question prompts him to replicate the delicious neglect he's inflicting on my breasts.
I rock my hips against his hand in silent demand, and, thankfully, he takes mercy on me, slipping his hand beneath the band of my underwear to cup my sex, but no more.
"Zenn." His name is a pathetic whine falling from my mouth.
"Hush," he whispers harshly, forcing my gaze to his and finally slipping a finger inside me, stroking lightly with a growl of approval.
"Is all this for me, or for him?" My frustrated gasp at the withdrawal of his finger, cuts off when his other hand finds my throat again, demanding an answer. "Tell me."
"You," I rasp. "Because of you, for you, only you."
"That's right." Bending to kiss me, he chuckles at my attempts to return the kiss.
"Already so worked up, aren't you? I don't want you passing out on me, at least not until you can't take any more orgasms." He slips his hand out of my underwear, and I want to scream until he runs strong fingers through my hair, whispering praise while removing the pins one by one to leave it tumbling down my back in soft waves.
Zenn tugs my dress from my hips, leaving it pooling at my feet when he scoops me up and gently lays me on the bed, wearing only that scrap of lace. Pinning my wrists against the soft cotton sheets by my head, he leans down to kiss me.
"Keep these here. Do not move your hands until you come.
" Fuck. Without breaking eye contact, he lazily removes his pants and palms himself over the fabric of his delectably tight undershorts, my mouth waters.
Kneeling on the bed, he hooks his thumbs into my underwear and slowly drags them down my legs, heated gaze fixed on my face, even when I'm completely bare to him.
Eventually, his eyes roam over my body, making me squirm. "You are perfection. I want to taste and touch every exquisite inch." Leaning down again, he places soft kisses on my stomach, and I tense, just for a second, but he notices, pulling back to look at me. "What was that?"
"Nothing," I lie, not wanting to kill the mood with my insecurities.
"Aly, tell me. Do you not want to do this?"
I reach for him, and he grabs my hand, concern mixing with desire in his eyes, making honesty my only option. "I just...I've seen the women you've been with, and I–" The protest cuts off when he grabs my hand and drags it down his stomach to his very hard cock.
"This is what you do to me without so much as a touch.
" I stroke him through the fabric, and he groans.
"I told you, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything, anyone.
And I mean that in every sense of the word.
We can stop if you want to, but it sure as fuck won't be because of me.
Now, tell me to stop, or tell me to kiss you. "
Without hesitation, I pull his mouth to mine and whisper, "I want you to do more than kiss me.
" I barely get the words out before he cradles my head, crashing his lips into mine, his bare chest a delicious weight pressing me into the mattress as his other hand traces patterns on my stomach.
I arch up, needing him to be inside me already.
Not something I intend to say out loud, but control is clearly something I’ve ceded to him because I do and the corner of his mouth curls.
"Not yet. I've finally got you in a bed.
I won't be rushing. I'm savoring every touch.
" He strokes his hands lightly down my sides, all the way to my ankles, spreading my legs and shifting between them.
"Every taste." He leans down to slide a finger through my wet heat, and I'm mesmerized by how enticing it is to watch him bring that finger up to his lips and suck it clean with an appreciative groan.
"Every sound." He runs a thumb over my bottom lip. "Like my name on these lips while you come undone for me, over and over again."
"And every sight." Zenn spreads my legs too wide, keeping them open with his broad shoulders as he settles between my thighs.
My cheeks blaze when he slides his hands up my legs and uses his thumbs to gently open and completely expose the most intimate part of my body, mere inches away from his enraptured face.
"Oh, holy fucking gods. What the fuck?" I reach for him and squeeze my legs together until he orders me to stop with such authority, I find myself obeying. I’m not willing to examine why that powerful command is so damn hot, especially when he's lying between my legs, looking at me.
Not touching or tasting, just looking, like a starving man gifted with a feast he wants to make last.
A throaty hum of approval rumbles from his lips onto my skin, and I cover my face, flushing hotter when I realize he can literally see evidence of the effect his assertive order had on my body.
In that same low, commanding voice, he says.
"That's right, let me look at you. Let me see this perfect pussy, begging to be filled. "
My need spirals in every direction, so sharp, it's edged with pain, and I writhe under his voyeuristic exploration.
How can I be this close to release when he's hardly touching me?
It's maddening. Keeping me spread open, Zenn stills my shaking body with a heavy hand low on my belly, pressing me into the bed.
His eyes briefly leave my slick sex when a quiet sob escapes my lips, and I realize tears are gathering in my eyes, I blink them away, simultaneously overwhelmed by the intense intimacy and more turned on than I've ever been.
Desperation rises in me when his only response is a reassuring smile and a gentle kiss on my inner thighs, murmuring, "I know, baby. I know." More soft, teasing kisses. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I want you to touch me. Please. I need...I need you." I can't take much more of this. I'm wound so tight, I can barely breathe. If he's not going to give me what I need, I'll do it myself.
Sliding a hand down my side, toward my aching center, my eyes fly open at the hot sting of him smacking it away.