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Maybe we could have escaped by ourselves instead of letting that bitch Riley drive us away from the club, or we could have called Mom, Dad, or Kylian for help. If I just had a few minutes more, I know we could have thought of a different way, a safer way. Maybe Laney would still be alive right now.
A deep ache in my chest ruptures, and all the guilt and blame bubbles to the surface. Another lockbox I keep sealed up tight because the resulting anguish breaks me all over again anytime I let it out.
I know Zak feels the same way. Powerless to correct the past, uncertain how to make a future.
A stray tear slips down my cheek. My heart stutters, clenching with anguish. With his thumb, Zak gently brushes the tear away. His lips hover over mine, his soft, even breaths blanketing me in warmth. He stares at me like I’m the center of his world, his anger replaced with empathy and understanding.
He’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, so I don’t know how long I have with his humane side, but I will cherish every second until it’s replaced by his evil alter ego again, as it always is.
I need the humane side right now.
I needhim… even if he doesn’t feel the same way about me.
“Don’t cry.” He sweeps a hand down the side of my face, capturing my lips with his own. His tongue dips between them, plunging deep into my mouth with a ferocious hunger. I wrap my arm around his neck, dragging my nails through the back of his hair because I know it drives him absolutely crazy.
He snakes one hand around my back and lifts me slightly, never moving his mouth away from mine. Our tongues tussle and tangle, hot coiling heat invading every cell of my body. I drink in everything he has to give, digging my fingertips into the slope of his spine.
I let out a moan when his hand moves between my thighs, grazing my prickled flesh. His fingers tease my seam before driving deep inside of me. They graze my clit, dragging against it with each push and pull. My body writhes and spasms as he works my pussy, the explosion of pleasure in my core almost too much to bear.
Reluctantly, he pulls his lips away from me and carefully slides my sweatshirt over my head without hurting my injured arm. He dips his head over my breasts, taking one nipple at a time into his mouth and suckling until they peak. His hand works my clit tirelessly at the same time, launching me right into a cloud of euphoric bliss so powerful, I almost forget my own name.
I let out a breathless yelp when his greedy tongue navigates a very devious path south and replaces his fingers inside of my pussy. My walls quiver, carnal desire pooling between my legs in anticipation of what’s to come. He reaches around to my ass, sliding one finger between my cheeks. He circles the tight rim of muscle before pressing it into my hole. Nerve endings immediately spark at the delicious intrusion. Lightning flashes across my eyes, sparks ignite deep in my belly, and that’s just from his mouth. My heart thrashes in my chest, so hard and so intense it could crack ribs.
“I need to feel you inside of me,” I rasp, my pulse hammering a hole in the side of my throat. “Now. Please. Fuck me.”
Zak doesn’t know anything other than fucking. He’s always cold and closed off, yet his body just instinctively knows how to create the most incredible kind of pleasure known to humankind. The first time we were together, it was hot as hell but strictly physical. On his side, anyway. I pretended to play it the same way because I didn’t want to freak him out about it being my first time.
If he knew what was really going on in my mind and heart that night, he’d have taken off and run as fast as he could without a single look back. Maybe that’s what I should have done myself. I could have saved myself a lot of agony if I’d have just walked away.
But the hold he has on me is too strong. It’s like trying to look away from an impending train wreck. Impossible to ignore.
With warped speed, Zak frees his cock from his sweatpants and kicks them off. He dives back onto the bed and wraps his arms around me. My whore of a pussy screams his name when the tip of his cock grazes my slit. He digs his fingers into the small of my back as he sinks into my pussy, stretching me wide with each thrust of his hips. The delicious burn when he first penetrates me makes me simultaneously drip with desire and cry out with need.
It’s amazing, heart-stopping, and mind-bending, and I want to scream and cry as he fucks me hard with long, deep strokes that taunt my clit. His cock slides in and out of my wet lips, the erotic cloud hanging over us fogging up my mind with bliss. He grips my ass, pulling me into him so he can drive harder and faster.
I dig my fingers into the globes of his ass, and he takes a sharp breath before plundering me like a man possessed. Tingles in my groin morph into a full-fledged fireworks show, blasts ricocheting and sparks flying.
Heat floods my insides as the slow eruption rumbles and roars, raging through every cell. I don’t hear myself scream. All sounds are drowned out by the static fizzling between my ears.
My body seizes, paralyzed by the intense pleasure consuming every inch of me, sizzling my skin as well as every nerve ending in its path. I don’t want to move and risk losing a single second of this magical feeling that I wish I could bottle up and keep with me forever.
“Open your eyes, baby girl.”
And when I do, staring into his cold, vacant ones, I know it’s the only part of him I’ll ever really have forever… for better or for worse.
Chapter25
Zak
Itoss and turn for hours after whatever the hell happened between us, not getting a single wink of sleep. Skyla sprawls on the mattress next to me, her sling resting on her chest, other arm flung above her head. I don’t know how long I stare at her still form. Blonde hair spread over the pillow, lips slightly parted, the sheet tangled around her long, lean legs.
She’s a goddess, for sure. Just not the most perfect sleeper.
It makes sense that the girl who has to be in control of everything while she’s conscious must have some crazy wacky sleep patterns. Gotta let loose sometime, right?
I roll onto my back and let out a deep sigh before peering at my phone screen.
Seven o’clock in the morning. Jesus. When the hell did that happen?
