AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I moved back on the bed, my head cradled by his soft pillows. Straightening back up, he stared down at me, his gaze drinking me in for the longest time. “Fuck.” His hand came up to scrub over his face, and he turned away from me, speaking in a low voice. “Fuck. I never thought I’d get to see you in my bed.”
“Did anyone else—”
He spun back around, yanking off his black hoodie, leaving him in a deep grey T-shirt that stretched across his torso. His eyes were blazing. “No one else has ever slept in here. No one else has ever been in my bed. No other girl haseverbeen in here at my invitation. I keep my room locked when we have parties.”
“Oh,” I breathed, arching my back up off the bed as I pulled my cornflower-blue cashmere jumper over my head. Zayde’s eyes darkened as he took in the tiny, lacy top I had on underneath, a pale cream silk that matched my underwear. His tongue came out to slide across his lips, and I pressed my thighs together, aching.
Some masochistic part of me made me ask another question. “Other girls…after—”
“They meant fucking nothing.” He ripped off his T-shirt, his gorgeous, inked body bared to me. There was a metal barbell in one of his nipples, and I needed my mouth on it so badly. I whimpered, reaching for the hem of my top, but he stopped me with a shake of his head. “No. Wait. I need you to know that when you left, I was in a really fucking dark place. I lost myself for a while. There were some girls. But none of them got to haveme.” His words were raw and honest, scraped from the depths of his soul.
When his hands went to the button of his jeans, I forgot about my arousal because I knew what he was trying to tell me. As he unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in tight black boxer briefs, the outline of his large erection tenting the fabric, he pointed to the top of his right inner thigh, his skin hidden beneath the fabric. “They never got to see this. Those girls—they were one-offs, meaningless, never face to face. It was a phase of my life that was over so fucking quickly it barely even began. Because none of them wereyou.”
This man. I didn’t care about the reasons why we shouldn’t be together. That could come later. The only thing I cared about right now was him. Kicking off my leggings and socks, I held out my hand. “Zayde. Oh,Zayde. Come here. Please.”
He climbed onto the bed, bracketing me with his body, his gaze open and imploring me to understand, and how could I have ever thought I could get over this incredible man? Lowering his head, he brushed his nose against mine. “You’re the only person who’s ever seen all my scars. You’re the only person I’ve ever let in.”
“There’s never been anyone but you,” I whispered, the truth spilling from my lips. I needed him to know just what he meant to me, how I couldn’t even stomach the thought of being with anyone else if it wasn’t him. But as much as it hurt, I didn’t blame him for sleeping with anyone else. How could I, when I’d left him, and neither of us had known whether I’d come back?
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips. “Come here, baby. I need to make you mine.”
I wound my arms around him, losing myself in the slide of his mouth against mine and the hot, heavy grind of his body as we moved against one another. His cock was so hard, rubbing against my aching core in a delicious, frustrating tease, and I needed more.
“Zayde.Please.”
“You want more, baby?”
“Yes. I need you.”
He dropped his head down to softly bite at my throat, grinding his hard length against my pussy. “I’m going to take you apart. Do you think you can stay still for me?”
I arched up, and he growled into my neck. “No, angel. Stay still.” His hand encircled my wrists, pulling them up above my head so they were resting against the black iron bars of his headboard. “Hold,” he instructed, and I curled my fingers around the smooth metal cylinders.
Pushing himself up, he slid his gaze over my body, so hot and hungry. “Good girl,” he murmured, andfuck. I shamelessly widened my legs, thrusting my breasts up, suddenly desperate to feel his hands on me. But he didn’t take the hint. Instead, he planted his hands on either side of my body, kissing across my collarbone. “You’re so fucking beautiful. My angel.”
I moaned, raking my nails down his back. The words falling from his mouth had me so wet and ready for him. He’d never been vocal before, inside or outside of the bedroom. But tonight, it felt like all of the pent-up feelings between us were being released, and neither of us could stay quiet. “Zayde. This is…you feel so good.”
He hummed against my skin, kissing lower until his head was poised over my breasts. My nipples were so hard, obvious through the thin silk of my top, and I arched up again, needing his mouth on them.
“What do you want?” His eyes met mine, and he slowly, deliberately ran his tongue across his teeth and lips, playing with the gleaming barbell that I needed to feel against my bare skin. I hooked my ankles around him, trying to drive his erection down onto my aching pussy, but he smirked down at me, all fucking sexy and sinful. “Use your words, baby.”
“I want you,” I moaned. “Please.”
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth around one of my nipples through the fabric, and I cried out at the sensation. His hand came up to cup my breast, and he kissed, licked, and sucked the silk covering me until it was translucent and I was bucking up against him. The slide of the soaked material against my sensitive breast was like nothing I’d experienced before. When he moved his attention to my other breast, my hands came down to the muscles of his ass, tugging him into me, my fingers digging into his skin.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he rasped, finally, finally, pulling up my top. When it was gone and all that was left between us was a drenched triangle of silk and his boxer briefs, wet from my arousal and his precum, we fell together, kissing and kissing and kissing, until I was shaking against him, right on the precipice.
“Zayde, I, I—” I gasped into his mouth, rolling my hips up.
He wrenched his head away from mine, dragging his face down my throat, his teeth and stubble scratching at my skin. “Don’t you dare fucking come until I’ve put my mouth on you.” Biting kisses trailed down my body, over my breasts, and lower still, until he stopped right above my most sensitive area. He pushed my thighs apart, holding me open for his gaze, his eyes so dark. His thumb came down, rubbing across the soaked material. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
That sinful smirk curved over his full lips again as he peeled my underwear from my body, and I shuddered against him. At the first flick of his tongue across my clit, the barbell sliding over my exposed skin, I cried out, my hands finding his head and gripping handfuls of his hair. He actually laughed against me, a low rumble that sparked sensations through my nerve endings. Then he moved his head lower, his pierced tongue working magic, stripping all coherent thought from my brain, leaving only spiralling pleasure behind.
My entire body arched up, and then I let go, stars bursting across my vision as my orgasm blew me away.
I eventually became aware again. I was cradling Zayde’s head on my stomach, my fingers still threaded through his hair, and he was stroking lazy patterns over my leg. A small tug of his hair was enough for his gaze to turn to mine, his expression satisfied, but lust still burned underneath.
