My core clenched at the promised words, knowing I’d do nothing to fight against what he wanted to do. There was no way I’d fight against this burning desire I felt for him.
For him only.
“Come,” he spoke, his voice lust filled as he took my hand.
I followed blindly, not once caring where he may be taking me. Zachariah could be taking me to the fiery depths of hell for all I knew, and I could have gladly followed him every step of the way.
He led me up the stairs and towards our bedroom that we had basically shared since I had come into this house. Zachariah had wanted me to sleep in a separate bedroom, and that worked for only a night or two.
I’m not sure what had happened, but we ended sleeping in the same bed by the end of that first week.
With another look over his shoulder, Zachariah led me into the bedroom which was left just as it had been since this morning.
The dark blue bedding was rumpled, as I hadn’t taken the time to fix it up before leaving the house this morning. There were no pieces of clothing on the floor, but that would surely change here within minutes.
Zachariah was not a neat freak, but with me being home and not doing anything really outside of the house, I took charge of keeping the house clean. Mostly.
“I want you to strip for me,” Zachariah stated, letting go of my hand and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His voice was low with a demanding lilt to it. A demand that I knew he was using to know how I would react.
My core throbbed at the spoken words. My gut was filled with a million and one butterflies.
Was I really ready to jump into this with both feet? And so soon?
Yes. Yes, I certainly was. There was no doubt about it. I was ready as I could be.
With a deep, calming breath, I slowly took my slightly shaking hands to the hem of my shirt. In a slow teasing manner, I lifted my shirt off and over my head. I took my time as my hair came back down against my back.
I lifted my eyes to meet his, seeing his look of approval.
I then took my pants off, standing there in only my white lace bra and matching underwear.
“Beautiful,” he spoke, his eyes alight with lust as he took me in from head to toe. He slowly stood up and took the measured steps to put us toe to toe. I looked up at his face, keeping my hands to my sides as his own hands cupped my face in a loving manner.
“You are mine, Avidya Melendez,” he spoke softly. I loved how my name rolled off his tongue.
“Always,” I agreed as my heart beat rapidly within my chest. He owned me.
His lips pressed against my own, softer than before. His lips were warm, firm, and soft all at once against my own. This soft kiss went bone deep and went straight down to my core as much as the harder, more sensual kisses have done before.
“I’m gonna love you,” he whispered, his eyes holding that promise.
I gave him a smile, not arguing. I’d take anything he’d give me, or do to me. I was helpless when it came to how this man showed me that he loved me, that he cared for me.
Within seconds, he had me lying on my back atop the bed, his clothes discarded onto the floor with my own. I lay there, breathing in deeply as he slowly pulled my panties down my legs. His rough fingertips tickled along the skin, causing me to squirm.
His amused eyes watched me as I watched him. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to make my body respond to his touch alone.
I briefly wondered how many other women he had slept with, but the thought disappeared as he kissed his way up my left leg from my foot. His lips were soft, gentle, and almost ticklish as he reached my knee. Then my hip.
He swiped his tongue along my hip bones, causing me to slightly push my hips towards him more. I wasn’t sure if I wanted more or less right at that moment.
When he reached my breasts, he took his hands and ran the lengths of his fingers along the bottom, causing me to instantly want more. So much more.
Slowly, he removed my bra. I felt the blood reach my face as he stared at my bare form. Was I enough for him?
Before I could say anything, his thumbs swirled around my hardening nipples, causing me to gasp out in surprise. The small motion went straight to my core, where I could feel the flood of heat start to trickle down my inner thigh.
I never knew such a motion could feel so wonderful. So much so that I wanted more.
