"If you—" War starts again, but this time it's his wife that cuts in.
"Everyone needs to take a break. We're not talking about this tonight." I smile over at Tova, not only because she's doing what is needed but also because I love how she is stepping up and taking control.
"You heard the lady of the house. Her house, her rules," I'm quick to add, keeping my tone playful, trying to lessen the rage I can still feel pulsing off Z.
"Go, I'll get Mom and Dad to head back to their place in the city tonight."
"Thank you," I tell War. He's letting me know that my parents won't come knocking tonight, and for me to calm Z down before morning. "Come on." I slip my hand into Z's.
"I'll kill him if he comes near her again." Holy shit. Z isn't fucking around.
A darker side of Z came out tonight.
“I know,” War tells him. That calms him enough for me to be able to start to tug on Z’s hand so that he comes with me. I lead him up the stairs with the intent to go to his room, but when we reach the top, Z scoops me up into his arms, carrying me toward my bedroom.
“We’re going to my room?” I wrap my arms tight around his neck, linking my fingers together.
“Yes.” My eyes search his face as he carries me down the long hallway. His expression is unreadable. As if there is nothing there, but his eyes say it all. I don’t think I have ever seen Z this pissed off before. That’s saying something since in the past I made it my goal to get a reaction from him.
Every step he takes is with intent. Z enters my room, kicking the door closed behind him before placing me onto the bed.
“Undress if you want to keep the dress,” he orders, going back toward the door. The clicking of the lock is loud in the room, a soft echo.
I'm too preoccupied observing him to follow his order. “Cosima,” Z warns, as if that will spark me into action. Z might have lost it downstairs and be worked up, but I’m not scared of him in the slightest. There isn’t anything in this world the man could do that would make me fear for myself. I don't care what anyone says, including Z himself. There’s no way he would ever do anything to hurt me. I mean, the man was beside himselfwhen he found out what happened between us our first time together.
I let my heels fall off my feet as I scurry to my knees as Z makes his way back to the bed, undressing in the process. I had no idea how much I’d enjoy a strip show until this very moment. My eyes eat him up. I swear he looks like every inch of him was chiseled by hand.
“Z.” I lick my lips as I watch him come closer. He’s so damn hot, and he’s all mine. His fingers go to my hair, gripping a fistful and pulling my head all the way back to stare straight up at him. His breathing is heavy. I can see the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. “You?—”
His mouth crashes down onto mine, Z’s tongue thrusts into my mouth, greedily taking what he wants. The intensity of it all shifts the world around us, everything else fading away.
Heat blooms in my chest, then radiates throughout my body. The passion and love he has for me is unmatched by anything in the world. It’s weaved into him and everything he does. It's a love I don't think many get to experience, and I'll do anything to protect it, and I know Z will do the same.
I gasp for air when his mouth breaks from mine, but it doesn’t leave my body. Z keeps kissing me down my jaw and then the column of my neck. A whimper escapes me when he rakes his teeth along my skin before he latches on and sucks. With each hard pull of suction on my neck, it pulses down to my clit.
“Z.” I moan, my body starting to ache with a primal need.
“Done with this,” he says before I feel a tug and then a snap. Z pulls back, revealing the necklace I had been wearing, now in the palm of his hand. He lifts it, letting the ring slip free. I hold my hand out, knowing what he wants.
He slips the simple gold band onto my finger. We’d gotten it on the fly, and Z told me he had another for me when wereturned home, but I adore this one. I think in part because it’s not showy and over-the-top like most things I do. It was a stolen moment we had together. It represents us. That we don’t actually need anything else. Only each other, and that is and always will be enough.
“It doesn’t leave your hand again.”
“Never,” I vow. Z still has my hair in a tight grip; it relaxes a fraction.
“Take the dress off, wife.” He releases his hold, stepping back. “I want to watch.”
I reach to the side of the dress, finding the hidden zipper. I tug it down, letting the dress drop, pooling down my knees, leaving me in only a pair of silky white panties.
I feel empowered by the way Z looks at me. His eyes roam over me as though he can’t get enough. There’s no doubt in my mind that he needs to be the one in control right now, but I want to give him something first. He always puts my pleasure before anything, and I want to return the favor but know it has to be his idea.
“Are you going to stare all day or do something with me?” I ask, knowing my smart mouth will most likely get the desired outcome. I lick my lips again, this time while staring directly at his cock that is now in his hand.
The man has gone down on me a million times, but I’ve never gotten to return the favor. He’d said before he worried about his control and was always greedy to sink his cock inside of my pussy.
“Watch it,” he says as he strokes himself a few times before stepping back toward the bed. Oh, I’m watching. “Open your mouth.” I part my lips as he guides the head of his cock to them. I make no protest, wanting to please him. “Good girl.”
Z pushes the head of his cock into my mouth, his hand going to the back of my neck, keeping me firmly in place. He thrustsforward, his cock gliding against my tongue. His strokes are slower at first but start to grow faster as I get used to taking more of him into my mouth.
