The words are like a knife to my heart. If only she knew. I’m the weak one. Only for her.
I press my lips to hers and let my hands roam her body. My fingers trail down to the dip in her waist before I pull back, leaving her to stand on her own, although she almost stumbles.
“Undress for me,” I tell her as I grip the ends of my shirt, forcing myself to hold anything other than her. She doesn’t hesitate, although her eyes spark with a hint of anger for leaving her in the heat of the moment. The fire crackles and sparks behind her, lighting her with shadows dancing over her slender body as she slowly strips, dropping her clothes to the floor in a puddle at her feet. I do the same, mimicking her movements until we’re both naked before each other, bathed in the glow of the fire and nothing else.
“I want you,” she whispers, and her simple words contain so much power. They're so raw and full of a truth that’s undeniable.
I step forward, closing the space between us as my toes dig into the plush rug and confess, “I want you, too.”
Her lips crash with mine and her fingers spear through my hair as she moans into my mouth. Yes! This, this is exactly what I want.
My blunt nails dig into the flesh of her ass as I lift her up, parting her thighs and nestling my dick between her legs as I lower her to the floor beneath us, sinking into the rug in front of the fire.
The soft fur of the rug is nothing like the feel of her skin. So delicate, so easily bruised and broken. But I want her like this. Every part of her moving with me, wanting me just as much as I want her.
I leave open-mouth kisses along her body, over every inch. My hot breath trails along her skin. Her hips buck and those moans of desperate need fill the air as I toy with her, teasing her just as she’s teased me.
“Please,” she moans my name. “Zander, please.”
She’ll never know how much power she gives me when she calls for me like that. When she shows me how much she needs me. How much she craves my touch.
“On all fours,” I breathe the command and she’s quick to obey, turning over her body, her hair swishing over her shoulder. I let my teeth scrape along her neck before sucking gently at the tender skin in the crook of her neck.
Her plush ass grinds against my cock, begging me to take her and claim her as mine. But this is for her. For her to claim me.
“Take from me, sweetheart.” I place my hand on the small of her back as I line my dick up between her hot folds. She’s already slick, already wanting me. “Take what you want.”
The way she looks at me from over her shoulder teases me to slam into her. To take everything from her and overpower this beautiful creature who’s submitted to me.
But there’s so much more power in having her take from me.
Her back arches beautifully, her ass rising slightly as she reaches between her legs and grabs a hold of me. A rough groan vibrates up my chest and soothes me as she slowly eases herself backward, her hot cunt taking all of me achingly slowly.
Her hips push back until she's pressed against my groin, her hot cunt filled with my cock. Her forearms brace herself and she leans forward, her head thrashing from side to side as she moves on and off my dick.
My head falls back and my fingers dig into the flesh of her hips. They itch for me to hold her still and fuck her like I want to. But I hold back. Waiting for her.
She rocks herself on and off my dick, her tight cunt sucking me in and making me regret the decision to give her control. My fingers dig deeper, wanting more. Her soft moans turn to ragged breaths as she picks up her pace.
I have to let go of her, warring with the need to take over and pin her down. I fall forward, my hands gripping the rug as her pussy clamps down on my dick. I kiss along her spine, traveling upward and letting her hair tickle my nose as she cums violently, urging me to spill myself deep inside of her as her body trembles with the shock of her orgasm.
A cold sweat breaks out over my body, and I finally feel like I can breathe. Her body sags on the floor, limp and sated, but I’m not done with her.
“Good girl,” I tell her before nipping her earlobe and propping her back up and onto all fours. She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her breathing frantic.
My hands are gentle as I trail them down her back, catching my breath and positioning my knees so I can take her hard and fast. I only give her a moment, only waiting to see her lower her front to the floor to steady herself and then look back at me with her mouth parted.
I slam into her, buried to the hilt without any mercy as she screams out. I piston my hips, taking her over and over with a relentless pace.
I’m already close to cumming. The sight of her taking pleasure from me was enough to be my undoing. Her fingers dig into the carpet and her pussy spasms on my cock. “Zander!” she screams out my name as I pound into her over and over. My toes curl and the very bottom of my spine tingles as I thrust my hips once, twice, and one last time before cumming deep inside of her.
My body falls forward as she shakes beneath me, the waves of her own release racing through her. My hand grips hers as my body covers hers, and I kiss her shoulder tenderly.
“Never question if I want you,” I tell her softly. “Never question if you’re mine.”
She breathes out heavily, strands of hair falling in her face. Her gorgeous eyes stare back at me and she answers, “Yes, Zander,” as I kiss her shoulder one last time.
Chapter 26
Arianna
The crackle of spent logs and the scent of wood smoke fill the room as Zander slips on his dark blazer over his white dress shirt and adjusts his cufflinks in one smooth flourish. I bite my lower lip as I watch him check out his freshly shaven appearance in the bedroom mirror. He has to know that he looks good. This is just habit.
After adjusting his black tie, he turns around, his piercing blue eyes focusing on me.
My skin pricks as the intensity of his stare summons a dull ache between my thighs, a reminder of the passionate night before.
“You’ll be fine while I’m gone?” Zander asks me, giving me his boyish grin that makes my heart skip a beat.
I grip the grey silk bathrobe in my hands, pulling it tighter around my chest. “I think so,” I say. I pause, not knowing if I should pry, but hesitantly ask, "Where are you going?”
Zander’s grin quietly fades. “I have some business to take care of.”
I want to ask him what kind, but I stop myself. There’s a reason he keeps his secrets, and maybe he doesn’t trust me with them yet. But he can’t keep them from me forever.
He can too, says an annoying voice at the back of my head, this is all pretend.
Fuck you, I want to tell the voice. I don’t need any negativity shitting on my rainbow right now. I just want to be happy for once.
I shove down my anxiety and ask, “Do you know when you'll be back?”
Zander raises his right hand to glance down at his platinum Rolex. “I think around six. I’ll bring back dinner.”
Damn, that’s a long time. What the hell will I do until then?
I try to keep my disappointment from showing, but I barely manage. “Okay.”
Zander crosses the space between us, hooking his hand beneath my chin and tilting my head back to force me to look into his eyes. “Don’t be sad, sweetheart,” he says softly. “I have something for you to do while I’m gone.”