Chapter 8
Avidya
“Julia and Carlos won’t be happy when they hear,” Jonas nearly sang as we all headed back to our cars. Zachariah had his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me tight against him. Not like I’d go anywhere, but I loved it when he got possessive.
I didn’t think I could ever be happier.
“They won’t be finding out yet,” Zachariah stated as he shot me a smile. “They’ll get over it when they do.” I could hear his voice say in time silently.
I couldn’t help but wonder how they would react when they found out, though.
“Eventually,” Jonas coughed. “When do you plan to let them know, then?”
“Next time we have a family dinner,” Zachariah answered. He seemed as though he’d be able to keep it quiet until then. I highly doubted the news would wait until then to be told. Somehow, Carlos would surely find out. He seemed like the type of man that never let anything pass under his nose without his permission. He just knew things, even things I could never explain.
“I’ll so have to be there,” Travis said with a bounce in his step.
“Only you would want to be a part of the family drama,” I said with an eye roll.
“What can I say? I like this family,” Travis said, shooting me a happy, amused smile.
Yeah, so did I.
“What did happen to the couple that adopted you?” I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.
“My mom is still alive,” he said slowly. “I make sure to keep in touch with her. She’s doing well considering everything that she’s learned about where I came from. I keep nothing from her.” He paused, as though thinking of how to word what he wanted to say next. “My dad died a few years back from lung cancer. He refused treatment, and ended up passing six months to the day after he found out,” he ended.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice low.
“We’ve moved on,” Travis said with a one shoulder shrug. It was like he hadn’t expected anything less in life.
“You two are in charge of being bouncers at the club,” Zachariah stated, breaking the thick silence that had descended on us.
“Of course,” Jonas stated, almost sounding relieved. “You two will be okay without us tonight, then?”
“I’m sure we will be,” Zachariah stated. “The club needs the extra hands tonight with it being Open Night. Normally, I’d be there myself, but my wife needs me more.”
“We got it handled,” Jonas said, squaring his shoulders.
“Perfect,” Zachariah stated, shooting me a dark look full of need and desire as we reached the car. All thoughts left me. I knew that look. “Ready to go home, my wife?”
“I’d love nothing more,” I said, my words coming out in a near whisper.
It didn’t take long at all to make it back home as Zachariah speeding the entire way. His hands were tight on the steering wheel despite his relaxed shoulders. Every now and then, he’d glance over at me, giving me his charming look. A look that was filled with so much need and desire, my own body reacted to him alone.
Why did it feel like home was so far away all of a sudden?
After helping me from the parked car inside the garage, Zachariah had me pinned against the wall as soon as the door was shut from the entrance into the house.
My back was against the wall and his firm chest pressing against my own. I hardly had time to take a breath before his mouth crushed into my own almost bruising my lips. I let him take control, opening my mouth to his as I moaned out softly. His tongue, more gentle than his body, explored my mouth, filling my desire for him tenfold.
I was unable to move as I was pinned between the wall and Zachariah. I didn’t mind one bit as he slowly pulled his lips from my own with a groan.
“I could take you right here, right now,” he trailed off, his eyes darkening with lust.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea,” I panted out, my eyes fighting to stay open as my core protested in need.
“Later,” he promised with another hard kiss. “You can count on me taking you in just about every room in this house.” The words were mumbled against my lips, but I understood them as if he’d had said them loud and clear.
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.
Zachariah knew what I wanted. What I needed. His mouth covered one hardened peak, taking the tip into his mouth and using his tongue to bring me pleasure and his other hand slowly rolled my other nipple, causing a similar reaction out of me.
My hands went to his hair, pulling him closer to me.
“Let me hear you,” he said between switching breasts and taking the other one into his mouth. “I want to hear those sounds that I draw out of you, Avidya.”
I groaned softly as he slightly used his teeth. Did he want me to make more sounds? I wasn’t sure I was capable of such a thing. If the wetness down below did anything to prove how much I was enjoying what he was doing, I’d gladly try to do anything to make him keep doing what he was doing.
Once both of my nipples were hardened to his liking, he moved up and crushed his mouth to mine once more. I didn’t waste any time in trying to pull him closer while wrapping my legs around his upper legs.
I could feel his hard cock, pulsing against my outer lips as he held himself from pushing in.
“Just feel what I can do,” he stated, his voice husky as one hand snaked down to my hip. “Just feel. Don’t think.”
I wasn’t sure I could think right then. All I could feel was how warm, supple, and needy we both were. I needed him as much as I needed air to breathe.
His hand went to my clit, putting just a tiny bit of friction against me, causing me to buck my hips and groan out against his mouth. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside me, causing me to slightly tense up at the intrusion.
“So tight,” he grunted out as he began to move the finger in and out, letting me get used to the feeling. “I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you, Avidya.”
The thought made my heart flutter. I wanted nothing more than that.
He added a second finger. Then a third, while keeping up with the same slow strokes. The burning fire in my core began to increase as he continued fingering me. The pressure built little by little. My breaths began to turn into pants.
“Just feel,” he repeated. “Feel how good it feels, and imagine what it’ll feel like when my hard, warm cock is there instead. Feel me.”
“Zach,” I moaned, letting my eyes slip closed. The burning fire was almost too much.
I could feel his fingers filling my core. I could feel that fire so close to combustion.
“You’re close,” he stated as if he was proud of that fact. “Feel how that burns in the pit of your stomach is. Let it take control, Avidya. Cum for me.”
As the sound of his voice, I couldn’t help but let the white-hot sparks explode. My breath completely left my lungs as I came from his ministrations. He didn’t waste any time removing his fingers and pushing his cock into me in one smooth move. I gasped in shock at the intrusion, causing him to freeze and let me adjust to him.
I felt full. Almost too full.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted out, laying his forehead against mine. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
It didn’t hurt, not like I expected. But it felt strange to have him in there. Would it always be like that?
Slowly, testing, Zachariah moved his hips, watching my reaction. In the tiny movement, I couldn’t help but squeeze around him inside me and groan out at the same time. That small movement sparking another need inside me. The same need as before when he kissed me.
“Color?” Zachariah asked out as he attempted to not move.
“Green,” I answered without thought. I needed him to move. I needed more of him.
He chuckled deep in his throat as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, taking his time to warm me up once more. Not that I needed to be warmed up again.
My legs were tight against his butt, pushing him into me as he rocked back and forth. His chest was tight against my breasts, creating a nice friction.
“More,” I panted out as my need began to rise.
“You sure?” he asked.
I could see that need, the same need for more that I had in his eyes too. We were connected in all ways possible. And that surely wasn’t going to change now.
“Please,” I nearly whined out.
“Hold on,” he stated before he began to pound into me harder. Hard enough to nearly knock the breath out of my lungs with each inward thrust.
His breathing became faster as he found the right spot inside me, letting his hard cock rub against it on each pass.
I knew he could be rougher, much more so, but right now, this was perfect. Perfect in all ways possible.
Without warning, an orgasm hit me as I spasmed around his cock. He groaned out, stilling and spilling his seed in me shortly afterward.
“I love you,” he said, still inside me.
“I love you,” I echoed.