Prologue #3
curiosity. My eyes peeped back up to watch what Zach did. He merely
lifted himself up from the ground and reached his hand back down to
the woman. She took it and he helped her to stand, then he led her
toward the nearest longhouse, for what I assumed must be some measure
of privacy. But when he was no more than twenty yards from the fire,
he pushed her back down again to her knees. She didn’t even
wait for him to tell her what to do because she immediately pushed
her chest to the ground, tipping her butt toward him. The woman
rested her cheek in the dirt as Zach knelt behind her, pinning her
down by the back of her neck once more. The look on her face as she
faced the fire was pleasant… almost serene, which I couldn’t
imagine, because if I were getting ready to be impaled by the huge
length sticking out from Zach’s pelvis, I’d be a hot,
squirming mess.
With the one hand
remaining on her neck, Zach took his other hand and wrapped it around
himself. He leaned his hips forward and fed his length slowly into
her. The woman gave a tiny sigh of pleasure, and I watched as Zach’s
eyes closed briefly until he was fully seated.
The low throb
started between my legs again and beat harder as he began to move
within the woman. Long strokes… no hurried measure, but deep,
tunneling thrusts.
I watched…
captivated, almost feeling his cock between my own legs, and it was
at that point I realized that my job to help Zach acclimate to the
modern world was going to be a problem for me. I realized with utter
clarity that I was completely affected by his raw sensuality…
the domineering way in which he took what he wanted. It was a sinful
turn on to me—the utter control and harsh dominance he
asserted—which was strange because I’d always been an
independent and confident lover.
My eyes were so
focused on the animal coupling before me that I failed to care what
else was going on. I watched as his one hand held the woman down by
the neck and the other had his fingers dug into the flesh at her hip.
The woman was softly moaning and, in the firelight, I could even see
Zach’s shaft glisten with moisture every time he pulled back
from her body. When my eyes finally rose to Zach’s face, I was
almost knocked over backward when I saw that he was staring straight
at me across the low, burning fire.
His pale eyes
glittered in the ambient light; his jaw set in a hard line as he
fucked the woman in the dirt. He held my gaze, and I was powerless to
look away. He seemed to be challenging me to watch what he was doing…
almost forbidding me to look away. I think he was telling me…
at that very moment… that he was a savage and would not make
things easy when we left this place.
Father Gaul and
Ramon talked softly beside me, the women sang, and the other
tribesmen laughed amongst themselves.
Why was no one
interested in this but me?
But then it all
faded away, and it was just Zach and me staring at each other.
Even the woman he
was coupling with seemed to blend into the night, and my heart raced
as I watched him… watching me… as his hips thrust back
and forth with a languid pace. It went on and on and on. I just
stared at the spectacle before me, my own body hot and frustrated as
I became overwhelmed at the voyeur in me who was stretching her
wings. I never thought I would be so turned on by watching another
couple have sex, but I was sure it had everything to do with the way
Zach refused to let me look away and my imagination going into
overdrive of what he could do to my body.
Finally, after
what seemed like hours, Zach orgasmed with an intensity so quiet that
I almost didn’t recognize what I was seeing. There was no
hoarse shout of pleasure, no crying out his release. Instead, his
eyes held mine while the muscles in his neck contracted into hard
ropes. He gave one last push into the woman, and I saw a slight
shudder run through his body as he came silently, eyes open wide and
staring me down with such ferocity, I swear I could feel his own
pleasure deep in my bones.
Zach watched me a
moment more, his gaze savage and confident. Then he pulled out of the
woman, stood from the ground, and walked away into the darkness.
As my story ends, I
open my eyes and involuntarily push against the hold Zach still has
on my neck. He pushes back and because his strength is infinitely
stronger than mine is, I lay still.
“That’s
a good story, Moira,” Zach says with quiet praise, and I know
he’s pleased to hear how turned on I was as I watched him.
“It’s
how I remember it,” I say simply.
“You wanted me
then, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I
breathe out.
“Just as you
want me now?”
“Yes.”
“Exactly the
same way,” he states.
“Exactly the
same,” I agree.
Zach’s free
hand comes up, resting against my lower spine, and he pushes the hem
of my dress upward.
“Before I give
it to you,” Zach says, his voice low and commanding, “tell
me one more thing.”
“What do you
want me to tell you?” I ask him, my voice needy with
frustration.
“I want you to
tell me what the greatest thing is you’ve learned about me so
far since you took me from my home.”
Taking a deep
breath, I push it out with quiet force. I hate the pain and anger
that is still laced in his voice over what I’ve done to him. I
then admit what I know he wants to hear.
“I learned
that you… Zacharias Easton… are an uncivilized man.”
“Yes,”
he whispers as he releases his hold on my dress and flirts with the
lace of my underwear. “You learned well.”