A Night To Taste

Chapter 30: Katerine

I rest my head on the table after the orgasm. I want to speak and tell him that I am greedy for more but all of them turn out as a whisper.

I keep on chanting his name on repeat as if its my last hope. Although I am angry at him for keeping this little secret from me but that won't make me go away. I know I am fucked up. No need to test that theory. But the mystery only deepens my obsession for him. I don't know when or how he became such a part of my life but right now it feels... safe.

I agree he is scary and I get terrified of him but all the words of hatred that were directed towards him earlier, they were out of pure anger. I did not mean any of them. But I got my punishment for all the words I said. I know he got pissed off. But hey, its only fair if I return the favor of what you did to me.

And I can totally see his anger right now because I won't be able to sit for weeks now. No thanks to him. But I also want him to fuck me right now. Maybe only I am that person who gets more horny after an orgasm. Am I?

But he remains in place. Doesn't do a single thing. His hands remain on my ass cheek. He is as cold as ice but his touch is hotter than the one of stars exploding. And did I mention I feel electricity rushing in my veins instead of blood. Or about the butterflies. If not then I am telling now.

When he does not do anything I give up. Maybe its all for tonight. I mumble curses and curse him all days to Sunday. But I know that won't get me anything. I just give up and try humble methods. Like pleading.

"Zayn. Please...." I murmur.

The hand on my nape slides to my throat and the air is cut off like before. The sound of zipper opening comes from behind me before turning me into a complete mess and send me into pure oblivion. He thrusts into me from behind.

I yelp due to the sheer size of him and sensation of being ripped. I can never, absolutely never forget the havoc it wreaked inside me last time and this time it feels too much too handle.

Before I can adjust, he pulls all of him out and thrusts again. A mixture of moan and a scream escapes my lips and before I can even think he start thrusting into me brutally. His thrusts become wild.

Out of control. 

"Ohhh Zayn....  Pl- please.... Slow down."

I scream as the pain and intensity becomes too much too handle. He is like this. He will not let you have control over anything and will get what he wants. At first it will be painful, torturous even. But the pleasure that follows is a pure bliss.

He groans and I can't help but fussing over that sexy groan.

"Fuck. Fuck mouse. So fucking tight. Just like that. Take all of it."

My chest blooms with the praises he offers. I can never get enough of his voice. His voice alone is a pure ear-gasm.

I feel the pressure inside me building and it takes all of my strength to hold back.

"Zayn.... I-I am going to..... Ohhh...."

My pleading is cut short when he pulls out and turns me so that I face him. I want to mourn for that moment of emptiness I feel inside me but it is soon gone when he thrusts inside again with enough force to send the table backward. His thrusts become harder and faster with the intensity enough to send me to enough dimension with pleasure.

"Ohh Zayn.....  Please...... L- let me....."

My cries are again cut short when he grabs my leg and wrap it around his waist. But he doesn't break his rhythm and keeps on thrusting. I straighten up my spine and grab his shoulder. I need some support to handle this. I need him to support me. Screw that. I just need him. I need him to be with me right now. I need to touch him in any way I could.