Chapter 385 In Pain All Over
Zachary leaned in, kissed her lips, and then trailed kisses down her cheek, jawline, and neck, stopping at her collarbone for a gentle bite.
Winona couldn't help but moan. Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers interlacing and knuckles turning white from the grip, even her toes curled up.
She tilted her head back without thinking, her neck forming a graceful line. This movement closed the slight gap between them, pressing them tightly together, almost delivering herself to Zachary's lips.
Zachary rolled over to lie beside her, one arm around her waist, the other hand gripping her shoulder. With just the strength of his arms, he lifted Winona to sit on his abdomen.
Winona's waist was so slim that he could almost wrap one hand around it.
Winona sat upright for barely two seconds before collapsing onto him, her cheek resting on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.
Winona's head was spinning, and she felt weak.
Today, she wore a short top paired with high-waisted pants. As she lay down, her top rode up, exposing a bit of her back.
Zachary's hand, which had been resting on her waist over her clothes, unexpectedly touched her bare skin. Unlike men like him, Winona was soft—her bones, her skin, everything about her was soft.
His eyes darkened, his breathing became unsteady, and his hand caressed her back, fingers spreading out along her straight spine.
His whole body ached—his wounds hurt, and his heart felt like it was being overwhelmed by uncontrollable thoughts, making him not want to wait a second longer, not wanting to waste any time.
He wanted her, but he held back.
She said that women are different from men, that women prefer this maddening process.
Zachary's touch was just right, not causing her any discomfort but not leaving her without sensation either. But Winona's skin was so delicate that even a slightly firmer touch left it red.
Winona suddenly propped herself up on his chest and climbed off him, saying, "Wait a moment, I need to get something."
Zachary asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you getting?"
His eyes still held a deep, rolling desire, like waves in a turbulent sea.
However, Winona didn't answer him. By the time he managed to pull himself out of that unbearable emotion, she had already gotten off the bed and was stumbling towards the bathroom.
Her steps were unsteady, walking a crooked line, almost falling several times but managing to stay upright.
Zachary lay on the bed, watching with his heart in his throat. Every time she stumbled, his hand would lift slightly. Fortunately, nothing happened, and soon, sounds of rummaging came from inside.
Two minutes later, Winona emerged holding a pair of handcuffs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She looked at Zachary and shook the item in her hand, "Do you like it?"
Zachary didn't say a word, wondering if it was the alcohol making her so bold. Was she really going to play this game? She seemed to have completely forgotten who had prepared those things.
Winona climbed back onto the bed, grabbed Zachary's hand, and cuffed him. Not stopping there, she also pulled off his tie, tying one end to the handcuffs and the other to the bedpost. Finally, she went to the closet and brought out all his ties, even tying up his feet.
Zachary turned his head, looking at the bed covered in ties, then at the busy Winona, saying, "Winona, are you planning to take the lead tonight?"
Winona smiled at him and took a wide business tie to cover his eyes.
Suddenly, his vision went dark, with only a sliver of light seeping in around the edges.
With his vision blocked, his other senses became more acute. The air was filled with her light perfume mixed with the rich scent of alcohol. Her fingers brushed against his skin, and he said with longing, "Winona..."
In the large room, only his rapid, heavy breathing could be heard.
Winona bit his Adam's apple, unbuttoning most of his shirt. Her lips fell on his skin, igniting small flames.
And Zachary, he felt an uncontrollable desire.
His hands clenched into fists, the edges of the handcuffs chafing the inside of his wrists. He wanted her to stop, but he also didn't want her to stop. He wanted to have sex with her quickly, but at the same time, he didn't want her to rush.
Two conflicting thoughts tugged at his mind.
After an unknown amount of time, Winona nestled against him, resting her head on his chest.
Then she stopped moving. Several minutes passed, and she didn't react at all.
"Winona?" He shifted his body, but Winona on top of him didn't respond. Her steady breathing fell on his exposed skin, making it hot and itchy.
Winona had fallen asleep.
Zachary sighed helplessly. He stared at the ceiling, feeling the emotions still surging within him, while Winona had fallen asleep without a care.
He said helplessly, "If you're going to sleep, can you at least close the door?"
Although the servants wouldn't come to the second floor when he was home, having the door open didn't feel safe.
He tried to clear his mind, attempting to ignore Winona lying on top of him, using his willpower to calm his impulses.
It seemed even harder to endure than before. Back then, Winona hadn't been teasing him, but this time...
He looked down, just able to see his disheveled shirt.
His phone had been ringing. He had tossed it by the door when he came in, and now he couldn't reach it. He could break the handcuffs with brute force, but Winona would definitely call him a liar tomorrow.
Thinking this, Zachary started to feel sleepy too, until he heard the fingerprint lock downstairs make a soft click, jolting him awake.
Someone was here.
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