Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five
Elizabeth’s POV
Zen giving me my first hickey was a little painful at first, but in a good sort of way. I had always heard that hickey’s were supposed to make women feel offended, because the man was marking you as their possession, but I felt no offence. If anything, I felt honored. I loved that Zen wanted to mark me. Maybe that was because our relationship had no actual defining terms, so his desires to showcase me as his made me feel special and loved. Loved? Liked? I wasn’t sure. I just enjoyed it.
After he was done he pulled back, a faint smile on his lips as he looked at his handiwork. When his eyes met mine, I was immediately drowning again. He maintained eye contact as he positioned himself between my spread legs. I saw him bring the foil packet to his mouth and tear it open, removing the condom and rolling it onto himself. Still, his eyes continued to search mine, as if he was looking for an answer to something.
Finally, he positioned himself at my entrance, pulling his lip between his teeth in the process. “Ready?” He asked, the anticipation thick. I nodded, unable to speak through the tension in my body. “Relax, baby. It won’t hurt his time.” He cooed, running his hot hands up my body and into my hair. His lips found mine, massaging and molding them until I felt all of the tension roll off of me in waves. Once I was relaxed again, I felt his hard member slowly pushing inside of me.
Zen was right, I felt no pain. Instead, I felt like he fit inside me perfectly. It was as if he was made for me. We moaned in unison and he moved one of his hands from my hair to my hip, lifting it higher so he could push even deeper inside of me.
“I’m going to go a little faster this time, okay?” He warned. I agreed eagerly. It felt amazing when he went fast last time, so I was looking forward to it. He didn’t wait long. After two more slow pushes, he picked up his pace substantially. His lips locked back onto mine and he frantically kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine and causing heat to pool in my stomach. He tasted incredible, but it was hard to concentrate on the kiss with how vigorous his thrusts were becoming. “Fuck, you are so damn tight still. You’re squeezing my cock.” He growled, making me blush. His filthy mouth was pushing me closer to my climax. He pushed himself up to where he was kneeling between my legs with both hands on my hips.
His eyes seemed glued to my breasts which were now bouncing in tune with his thrusts. The pleasure and pressure were almost too much to take. My moans filled the room and my hands clutched desperately onto the duvet beneath us. “Zen!” I cried out, since it was the only thing I seemed capable of thinking or saying clearly while he dominated me. He growled and gripped my hips harder.
“Yes, baby. Fuck! Yes, please come for me.” My legs began to shake as he went harder, his groans becoming constant as his hips connected with mine over and over again.
All of the erotic sounds that filled the room helped me tip over the edge again. My core tightened and my thighs tried to squeeze shut on instinct as I cried out Zen’s name over and over again. “Fuck, Elizabeth!” One of Zen’s hands moved to under my behind, squeezing it tightly as he thrust messily into me thrice more, finishing with his head buried in my shoulder and his hips pushed up against mine.
He lowered my hips, sliding out of me and using both of his arms to wrap me up in an embrace, his head resting on my chest. Yes, this is exactly what I wanted after my first time. I wanted to be held. No knives clattering in the corner, no trembling, and no loud knocking.
Once he managed to catch his breath, he looked up at me with sated eyes. I smiled back at him, running one of my hands through his unruly black hair.
“Did it make up for it?” He muttered, snuggling further into me. I laughed lightly.
“I would say so.” I watched the twinkling of the chandelier above us, utterly content. It was hard to believe that they man in my arms was the same man who took down Tom with ease. He felt so vulnerable, clutching to me as if I were his lifeline. He was broken. We breathed in unison with one another for several minutes before he spoke again.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t understand. What hasn’t he done before?
“I’ve never… I don’t know. Made love to someone before?” He rushed the end of his sentence, shyly hiding his flushed cheeks. I cocked my head in confusion.
“What have you done, then?”
“I’ve only ever fucked women. I’ve never cared about their pleasure. I’ve never focused completely on them during sex like I did with you… and I’ve never held anyone afterwards. With them it was all about me getting off. With you… I don’t know. I feel things.” His confession had my heart beating out of my chest. He feels things with me? What kind of things? Are they the same things I feel with him?
“Zen-“
“I know that’s fucking awkward to say. I’m not very good at this shit. You don’t need to respond to it.” I giggled at his rant, making him look up at me with the most adorable puppy dog eyes.
“I was about to say that I feel things, too. It was truly perfect. And… I’m glad we made love.” I smiled warmly at him, and he awarded me with his shy smile, before clearing his throat.
“Why don’t we try out that shower so that way we can go shopping and grab lunch?” He nudged me with his nose before giving me a kiss on the cheek and standing up from the bed.
“Sounds like a date!” I joked.
“Date number two. Wow, you must really like me.” He teased, winking at me before trotting his gorgeous naked body into the bathroom. I giggled in return.
“Yea, I think I do.”