Chapter 51

In one swift motion, Zephyr closed the distance between us.

His lips crashed against mine—hot, desperate, and passionate. There was nothing hesitant about it, nothing restrained.

I gasped against his mouth, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt, holding on like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. But the truth was, I felt like I was falling.

Zephyr wasn’t just kissing me—he was claiming me, pouring weeks of unspoken desire, frustration, and longing into every touch.

And me? I kissed him back just as fiercely. Because this wasn’t about duty or fate.

This was about wanting each other.

No more hesitating. No more holding back.

Zephyr lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto his lap as his hands slipped beneath the fabric of my dress.

His touch was cold against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

His fingers traced my spine, then slowly slipped through my brassiere, unhooking it with a single, effortless motion. As the fabric loosened, his hands moved to my breasts, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, making me tremble slightly.

My breath hitched, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as if bracing myself for something inevitable.

Zephyr watched my reaction, his gaze dark with amusement. "You’re trembling," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Are you cold?"

I swallowed, my lips parting slightly. "No."

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "Then what is it?"

His fingers skimmed over my sensitive peaks, rolling and teasing until a soft moan escaped my lips.

I leaned in, my fingers brushing through his dark hair as I closed the distance between us.

"Stop teasing them..." I bit my lower lip, arching my back as Zephyr rubbed my nipples, his movements growing faster.

"But you like it." His voice was smooth and full of playfulness. His right hand trailed down, brushing over my stomach before finally slipping into my panties. "You’re already this wet because of them."

When Zephyr said he couldn’t hold back, he meant every word.

Without warning, he stood up, effortlessly carrying me in his arms. "Let’s move to the bedroom," he whispered beside my ear, then bit it once.

His grip was firm yet gentle, as if I were something both fragile and precious. I curled my arms around his neck, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the strands of his dark hair.

My heart pounded because I could guess what would happen between us in the bedroom.

When we reached the bedroom, Zephyr set me down on the bed with deliberate care, his gaze never leaving mine. His hands, large and warm, traced the curve of my waist before he leaned down, kissing my shoulder numerous times.

"I mean it, Samantha," he whispered, "Tell me to stop, and I will."

He truly acted like a gentle giant.

I reached up, cupping his face. "I don’t want you to stop." I ran my thumb across his cheek, my voice softer now, almost pleading. "I want all of you."

Who cared if I couldn’t walk the next day?

The pain would fade, but the pleasure would linger for days.

Out of all the ways I tried to relieve stress, having sex with Zephyr was the only thing that truly made me forget everything else.

Zephyr stripped off my dress and tossed it across the room carelessly. His hands roamed around my body, touching my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.

As his hands reached my knees, he gently spread my legs and pulled me closer until he was positioned perfectly between them.

"You’re beautiful, Samantha," he murmured. He held my hand, kissing my palm before his lips followed the path of my hand. Each kiss sent shivers through me, the contrast between tenderness and lust making me dizzy.

As his face came to rest in front of my breast, he blew warm air against my nipple, making it harder than before. Slowly, his tongue moved in circles around it, teasing it until I moaned.

He then sucked on my nipple, while his other hand pulled down my panties. He bit my breast a little bit hard, leaving a deep mark before he gave the same treatment to my other breast.

"Zephyr ..." I moaned between ragged breaths. "You’re teasing them too much."

I moved my hips, deliberately pressing closer against his crotch, feeling his big hard pillar through his clothes. A teasing smile curled on my lips as I whispered, "You need to take care of me down there too.”