Marriage by Bargain - Book 2

Chapter Seventeen

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!

Zandre

"Make love to me Zandre,"she said breathlessly.

Heat pulsed through my body at the sound of her husky voice making such a bold request. Not one to disappoint, I picked her up and carried her into the adjoining bathroom for added privacy. That and I also didn't want to disturb the house. I would have preferred to be in my own home but Naia's safety was my priority right now and this was the most secure location for everyone.

I set her on the counter and turned the shower on, allowing the temperature to adjust to a reasonable setting. The shower would provide background noise and drown out the sounds of our activities. I stood before her basking in her wanton gaze, relishing the way she was unashamed of her desire for me. This would be the first night we really came together as man and woman, with no emotional or physical barriers between us. While I cherished the memory of our first love making, the night she conceived our child, this night would be different. It would be the first time she gave herself to me without fear or doubt, it would be the night we consummated our love for each other. My manhood jerked in anticipation.

Determined to take this slowly and savor her body, I met her eyes and held them as I slowly began to undress myself, unable to stop the smirk that crept onto my face as I watched the way she broke eye contact so her eyes could follow the movement of my hands. She noticed the smirk and glared at me.

"Hurry up will you! I could get kidnapped at any moment, we don't have time for games!" She snapped in frustration.

The smirk fell from my face as I realized just how much this experience had affected her. I refused to have her constantly looking over her shoulders for impending danger. I closed the distance between us and cupped her face in my hands.

"Listen to me, we have all the time in the world because nothing like that will ever happen to you again, I'm going to make you safe if it's the last thing I ever do," I promised firmly before kissing any protest right out of her.

She didn't need much more prompting to give in and soon her soft lips relaxed beneath mine. I pried them apart with my tongue, deepening the kiss. She let out a contented sigh and wrapped her pajama clad legs around my hips, putting my erection flush against her heated center. Her hands found my shirt and continued the work I had started. I removed my hands from her face and allowed her to push the opened shirt from my shoulders after which she wrapped her arms around my neck. I used this leverage to lift her slightly off the counter and pull her power puff girls pajamas off her hips. She loosened her legs and I broke the kiss to remove the pants completely. I used the opportunity to whip her camisole over her head as well as remove my undershirt and socks. I was now down to my pants and underwear while she sat before me wearing only a tiny pair of lace panties. My erection throbbed almost painfully at the sight of the little scrap of fabric that kept her womanhood protected from my sight. Just barely.

"Zandre please," she begged in a breathless whisper.

I bent slightly and removed the remainder of my clothing. When I straightened I found her standing before me completely nude and just about ready to attack me. I picked her up and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around me. Carrying her, I stepped into the shower and under the warm spray of the water. She captured my lips in a desperate need for contact. Control was a distant memory as I braced her against the cool, clean tiles of the shower wall and entered her with one firm thrust. I suppressed a groan as her moist heat enveloped me.

"Mmmmm," she moaned against my lips.

I pulled out to the very tip then sunk deep within her again. She broke the kiss and tilted her head back against the wall, her fingers clutched my shoulders in a death grip. I kept this slow rhythm, savoring her every reaction, loving the way her muscles spasmed around my rigid shaft, the way her body trembled in pleasure. I withdrew suddenly and set her on her feet causing her to whine in protest. Still holding on to her hips I turned her towards the wall.

"Brace your palms on the wall above your head," I told her.

She immediately did as I instructed. With my hand resting just over her womb I tilted her hips towards me and plunged with her again. My hand slid lower to find her nub and her body immediately went languid against mine. I pressed harder against her clit, pulling a gasp from her lips as I started to thrust within her at a steady pace. My free hand went above our heads to lace my fingers with hers. She used both hands to clutch mine, needing something to hold on to. My fingers rolled slow circles on her clit, matching the pace of my thrusting hips. Her body tensed and she pressed back against me, trying to relieve the pressure that was undoubtedly building within her. She whimpered my name as her body started to quiver against me. I decreased the pace of my already slow thrusts, drawing tortured moans from her lips as she tried to find her release.

"Zandre," she groaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

The sound of my name on her lips sent ripples of ecstasy through my body and I picked up the pace, giving us both what we wanted. The force of my thrusts had her full, firm breasts bobbing up and down. I released her clit and grasped her hips, picking up the pace of my thrusts.

She was close and I knew I wasn't far behind. At the last minute I released her hands and clutched a handful of her hair, tugging her head back so I could feast on her lips as she came apart around me. I bit her bottom lip, as my own orgasm ripped through me. I sagged against her, somehow still managing to keep us both on our feet.

Naia

Two hours and three rounds later we were both lying exhausted in each others arms. I couldn't for the life of me remember why I had been so dead set on avoiding him. He was amazing! Or so my pleasure muddled mind was trying to convince me. I mean I wouldn't be avoiding him anymore but that didn't mean I was going to suddenly become docile and sweet as pie.

Heck no! My inner thug said in defiance. As a matter of fact...

"Zandre, I want seven kids," I told him sleepily.

He didn't even give any indication that he'd heard me but I knew for fact he wasn't sleeping as he was tracing lazy circles around my belly button. Which could only mean he was ignoring me.

"Hey," I said pinching his forearm lightly, "did you hear me?" I asked even though I knew he did.

"No, I didn't hear," he said, my wayward thoughts drifted to how sexy he sounded when he was sleepy and caused my nipples to tighten, bringing me fully awake.

Snap out of it girl, you're getting soft! I scolded myself.

"I said-"

"Naia, shhhh it's sleep time," he mumbled into my hair, cutting me off.

"Oh my gosh! Did you just cut me off?" I said pretending to be mad.

Without a word he flipped me onto my back and slid into me. I gasped and arched my hips toward his. Our eyes met and I found that he was smiling softly at me, I couldn't help a sheepish grin of my own. He'd figured me out.

"You could have just asked, I'm yours," he said as he brought his lips to mine.

Instead of answering I deepened the kiss and wrapped my legs around his back to give him better access as he rocked in and out of me.

I'll be a thug tomorrow, I thought to myself.

My self agreed totally.