My Hard-hearted Hero

Chapter 15 √

(Recommend to 17+)
contains mature scenes. Read at your own risk) Happy Reading!!! :)

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A sob broke from her. His arms crushed her to him and she melted into his hot chest as he pressed fast, hard kisses to her hair.

"Ariana, I'm so sorry, so sorry."

His long, powerful fingers tilted her head back and she felt his warm, satin lips on her closed eyelids, stealing her tears as they flowed, tugging at her eyelashes. He kissed her wet cheeks, hungry sucking kisses as if he couldn't get enough of her sorrow, as if, by taking her tears into himself, he could undo the hurt he'd caused her.

He tipped her head further. His moist mouth closed on the base of her throat where her pulse danced. She opened her eyes with a deep shiver and now she wasn't weeping but listening to her own panting breaths, unnaturally loud in the stillness of their hiding place.

A sudden, squeezing pang of desire deep and low wrenched a moan from her. It was as if his ravenous mouth pulled at a taut string, commanding her passion like a master puppeteer.

He dragged his lips up to her ear. "I love you, Ariana," he whispered, and she clutched him in pure blind reflex, her fingers biting into the supple leather of his jacket. She was keenly attuned to the solid pressure of his hand gliding over her flannel clad ribs and closing on the swell of her br*ast.

His lips met hers in a deep, consuming kiss. He angled his head, opened her mouth with insistent pressure. His strong, lithe tongue dipped and retreated, touched and probed. She whimpered into his mouth and clung tighter, terrified of the gnawing hunger that seemed to sink it's fangs in deeper and deeper. His hand molded her br*ast possessively, as if stamping her with his mark. He pressed the aching peak between his fingertips and she pulled her mouth from his with a harsh gasp.

He whispered raggedly, "You'll always belong to me, Ariana."

He pushed her backward two stumbling steps and she felt herself fall. The soft mound of volleyball nets struck her back as Zach's hot weight pressed her down into the nets.

He said, "If you leave me, I'll find you." He spread open her jacket and flicked her shirt buttons out of their buttonholes with startling speed.

"I'll find you and I'll make it up to you, and by God, I'll make you need me as much as I need you."

She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't form a coherent thought. Automatically she pushed on his chest and started to utter some feeble protest. He thwarted her by capturing her lips with his own as his hand slid under her back to unfasten her bra.

Her n*pples puckered in the chilly air as he pushed the lacy fabric aside and set the Firefly on the floor. He gazed at her. The dim light threw his features into sharp relief, making him look harder, hungrier. But his touch was infinitely delicate, a feather stroke as he traced the shape of her br*asts. Her back arched and she found herself reaching for him, needing him.

He said, "I've waited so long, Ariana, too long. I'm out of my mind wanting you."

"Zach__"

Her voice broke as his fingers plucked the tingling crests, a gentle rhythmic pinching that stole her breath. He held her gaze for a smoldering eternity, then lowered his mouth to her n*pple. Ariana cried out at the sharp twinge of pleasure and threaded her fingers through his hair, whether to push him away or hold him closer, she couldn't say.

Sucking her with a force and urgency that made her mind whirl, he laced his fingers between hers and pinned her hands near her shoulders. His teeth scraped her and she moaned at the raw eroticism of it, twisting under him in helpless longing. He shifted his hard body to press her deeper into their nest of white cord, his erection throbbing against her.