First things first though.
The time has come to remind my woman who she belongs to in the most primal way possible.
“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to go check on those blisters Phoenix has.”
“What?” Her brows furrow in confusion, and I brush my thumb over the line forming between them.
“I saw how you winced earlier. The shoes must hurt.” With this, I drag her toward the entrance before we go upstairs, all while she tries to slow my movements by pulling on my hand.
“Zach, what the hell are you doing?” Her heels click loudly on the marble floor as I take us through the hallway, having a certain, perfect location in mind. “I don’t have any blisters.” I stay oblivious to her words and finally enter the spacious room, shutting the door behind us and locking it with a click. “What are you doing?” She looks around and then gasps. “Oh my God, you brought me to a library?”
I pay little attention to the huge room with two levels of countless bookshelves holding thousands of titles and various couches to lounge on and read your favorite stories in peace.
The dim light and the secluded location play perfectly in my plans as I push Phoenix against the wall, pressing myself into her, and she groans, “Zach.”
Caging her in between the wall and my chest, her fucking curves under me, her raspy breath echoing in the room, when I murmur. “You shouldn't have allowed him to touch you.”
She stills in my arms as my hand travels to her back, finding her zipper and pulling at it so her silky dress slides down her smooth skin easily, ending up at her feet. She gasps, trying to cover her gorgeous fucking breasts, but I don't allow such a thing.
I grab both her arms, putting them over her head and keeping them locked with mine while I lean closer to bite her chin, and she hisses, “Are you out of your mind, Zach? We’re in the library! Someone might come in.”
Well, she should have thought about it sooner, right?
Before she allowed that fucker to touch her!
She squeaks, trying to wiggle free from my hold, but instead moans when I catch her mouth, slipping my tongue inside and devouring her with a passionate, hot kiss, punishing in its nature, staking a claim on her.
Reminding her that in her life there is only one man who matters, and everyone else can look but better never fucking touch.
She melts in my arms, her head hitting the door when she tilts her neck back. I deepen the kiss, and her breasts brush against my shirt.
Letting go of her hand, I fist her hair and snatch my mouth away, trailing to the underside of her chin while nipping on her skin. “I hate his touch on you. I hate you dancing with him. You do not belong to him.”
Bite. Bite. Bite.
“This is madness. You are insane,” she whispers, lacing her fingers in my hair and pulling me closer as I travel down to her collarbone, licking all over it before nipping and sucking on more of her skin, leaving redness on my way so fucking Hale can look at the marks and know this woman is mine.
Mine and no one else’s.
I circle around her nipple with my finger, breaking goose bumps on her skin, and she groans, jerking in my arms, her rosy peak begging for me to bring it relief, so I breathe on it lightly, asking, “Am I, darling?” Nibbling on the mound of her breast, I cup it before lifting it to my mouth.
“Yes. You’re jealous of my past,” she says and holds her breath in anticipation of my next action.
A smile spreads on my mouth as I pause over her nipple, flicking the tip with my tongue and not doing anything else while she becomes hotter and hotter in my arms. I know she’s on board with this show of possessiveness, even if she tries to act like the more reasonable person between us.
“Should I stop then, love?” Another flick and she groans, pulling at my hair painfully while shifting forward so her nipple brushes against my mouth, begging me to do something, but I stay still. “Eager, are we? But bad girls don't get what they want, darling.”
“Bad girl?” she exclaims in outrage, her throaty words having an effect on my already hard-as-steel dick, ready to pounce on her at any moment, straining against the zipper of my pants. “It wasn't my idea to dance with him.” She waits a bit before adding, “I don’t care about Sebastian.”
Of course she doesn’t.
Does it change how I feel about the fucker?
Not one bit.
Trapping her nipple between my lips, I suck on it as she moans loudly, the sound ricocheting off the walls while she pulls at my hair so hard I’m surprised she doesn't tear it off my scalp.
Licking the nipple and coating it in my saliva, I tug on it a little, biting her harshly before instantly soothing it with more licks, all while my palm slides lower and lower until it reaches the hem of her panties. Without warning, I tear them away from her, the flimsy silk barely giving any resistance. “Zach!” she whispers through her moan, but I pay no attention to that, moving to the other breast where I repeat the action while my hand cups her dripping-for-me pussy. The heel of my palm digs into her clit while my fingers rub the walls of her pussy, spreading her juices all over them.
She groans, clamping her thighs around my hand while pressing closer and closer to me. Her breast fills my mouth until I let go and our gazes clash. Her brown eyes are hazy with desire and such strong need that everything inside me responds to it, wanting to give her what she craves so much.
Her breathing speeds up. She plasters her hands behind her while my middle finger slips inside her, pushing into her, and she cries out, rolling her hips in rhythm with my finger. “Who makes you so wet, Phoenix?” A challenge flashes in her orbs, and she stays silent, so I pause my movements, repeating, “Who?”
“You.”
Good girl.
Resuming my actions, I continue to press my palm into her while adding a second finger, stretching her wider and deeper, preparing her for my dick while she bites her lower lip, showcasing her perfect, white teeth, and I resist the urge to kiss her. “Who do you belong to?”
“To no one,” she replies, and I add another finger, dipping deeper before thumbing her clit and no doubt sending sensations all over her body, and she gasps, “To you.”
“My woman doesn't dance with her ex-husband. In fact, she makes sure her ex-husband stays as far away as fucking possible.” I remove my hands and place my fingers over her lips. She licks them clean, wrapping those plump lips of hers over them, enjoying her taste while I say, “Do you understand?”
“Zach, just stop these caveman tendencies and fuck me already,” she hisses, digging her teeth into my finger and biting them harshly. “Or I swear…” Her loud whimper fills the space when I snatch my hand away and drop to my knees, putting my mouth on her pussy, my tongue replacing my fingers. I swirl it inside her before licking all over her flesh, opening her up for me, enjoying her taste and craving to have more of it.
“Do you understand?” I ask again, sucking on her lips before flicking her clit, and she shivers, her nails raking the back of my head while I continue to pleasure her. “You. Are. Mine.” With each word, I give her lick after lick, which drives her insane, judging by how restless she becomes, trying to grind on my face and find relief with my tongue.
Before she can fully enjoy though, I get up, shrugging off my jacket as she watches me with her hooded eyes, and lower the zipper on my pants.