53. Chapter Fifty-Three #3
Those strong arms scoop me up and carry me to the cool, fragrant breeze drifting in the window.
My eyes refuse to open, even when he sets me on my feet.
The chill is a soothing balm to my feverish skin.
I barely have the strength to stand. Again, the words tumble out unintentionally, his answering chuckle reverberates against my neck. "And I haven’t even fucked you yet."
His smug tone turns into a sharp hiss when I look up at him, the picture of innocence, and scratch my nails from his shoulders, down his sculpted chest and those ridiculously perfect abs to reach into the waistband of his undershorts.
Wrapping my hand around his thick length, I squeeze and stroke, hard. And it's my turn to smirk. "Let’s do something about that, shall we?"
His eyes flare bright with desire when I graze the head of his cock with my thumb, looking down and licking my lips.
They turn into a stormy, dark sea when I add, "Unless you're all talk?
" Gripping my wrist until I let go, he rips off the last remaining barrier between us and guides my hand back, using me to pump himself repeatedly with a pressure that makes it clear he's done waiting, as am I.
"I wouldn't tease right now if I were you.
It's already going to take all my control to go slow when I'm aching to be buried inside you.
" His face is pure, feral need. When he dips his head and bites down on the side of my neck, my core grows slicker.
Then, he's grabbing my ass, easily lifting me against him and dragging one leg high on his hip to grind his length between my legs.
Rocking into me, so close, but still leaving me empty and craving.
"Don't you fucking dare start treating me like I'm fragile after all that," I hiss.
Sucking at the spot beneath my ear, he spins us around until my back collides with the stone wall. I barely notice its icy scrape, the world ceasing to exist when he reaches between us and positions the broad head of his cock at my entrance.
"Aly–" he starts, but I don't want to hear whatever bullshit he's going to say about hurting me.
Tilting my head, I reach up and forcefully crush his mouth back to my neck. Teeth sink into tender flesh, careful not to break skin but definitely bruising. We both groan in pleasure, and the sound severs his last shred of restraint.
With one, hard thrust, he buries himself inside me. "Fuuuuuck. Fuck. You feel good." He pants, drawing his head back to look into my eyes as he stills, giving me a chance to get used to the delicious invasion as I stretch around his thick cock. "Are you ok?"
My response is a breathy moan. "Yes. More."
"So impatient," he teases. "Give your body time to adjust." He pulls out excruciatingly slow, and I feel every fucking inch. I can't wait. I want him unleashed.
Digging nails into his shoulders and using the wall for leverage, I tilt my hips up to meet the next drive of his without breaking eye contact. "No."
That one word sets him free, and he growls, "That's my greedy girl," sliding almost all the way out before slamming home with punishing thrusts. He doesn’t stop for even a heartbeat in between, the full impact of him so deep, filling me so completely, my inner walls clench around him, aching for more, more, more…
He pounds into me until I feel him everywhere. One hand grips my ass, the other moving between my breasts, lashing the tender peaks with stinging flicks in a wild rhythm I can't begin to anticipate while he devours my mouth with hungry kisses. I'm almost sobbing against his lips.
My overstimulated body coils tight, trembling at the delicious jolts of agony accompanying every sweet thrust of his hips. Even after two mind-blowing orgasms, release beckons. I'm racing for that edge again, and he's right there with me.
"I've got you, baby. Come apart for me." He tucks me in against his chest and reaches down to where we're joined, gliding his fingers over my clit in small circles as he drives into me, once, twice, and on the third, I'm spiraling high, cresting into blissful starbright oblivion as Zenn finds his own pleasure.
The illicit sensation of him spilling his release deep inside me sends another ripple of bliss through my body until I'm completely boneless and think I might be floating away.
Or, he's wrapping me in a sheet and carrying me to the bathing chamber, where he cleans me up with a warm, damp cloth, every touch so gentle, it brings tears to my eyes.
Stroking my arms, my sides and playing with my hair.
Not to arouse or tease, but to soothe and comfort.
Whispering sweet words, he carries me back to our room.
And when he sets me on my feet and the backs of my thighs hit the edge of the bed, we tumble together, laughing quietly as we find each other again and tangle beneath the blankets.
Finally, I feel fully sated, complete in a way I never have before. The taste of him on my tongue, the press of his warm body wrapped around mine, the way he makes me feel safe. If I were to look, I suspect I'd find the essence of him engraved on my soul. And my heart.
"Did you just ruin all other men for me?" I ask sleepily.
His soft laugh is barely a whisper against my lips. "Gods, I hope so."