A Chance at Love|✔ (Book One Of The Glass Shoe Series)

💗Chap 21💗

Warning: This is a really mature part, skip if you don't like it. And if you like it, make sure you're up to my age before reading.
Anyways, enjoy.

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Delancy appeared at the doorway already changed into a nightgown provided by the hotel. Zak, silhouetted against the soft glows of the suite night lights. His body seemed strong and fit. Still dressed in jeans and blue shirt, he sat on the bed and smiled at her. "Are you alright." His voice was deep.

"Yes, the bathtub was marvelous."

"And the shower too." Delancy went to close the door, with her eyes still on his, she turned the key in the lock, then walked to him and pulled him up.

She smiled up at him "Make love to me tonight, Zak."

His eyes roamed her face, beautifully dark with love in the candlelight. "I don't think I can."

"Your head? Are you hurt?" she asked quickly.

"No sweetheart, I was darn worn out today and you caused that."

"Did I? Hmm, interesting." she studied his face. "You don't look worn out."

"I don't?" his body was rigid, but a smile was in his eyes.

"In fact, you look very sexy." her fingertips slipped the top button of his shirt free and then the next. When her fingertips skimmed over his skin, he couldn't keep his reaction hidden.

She slowly tugged the shirt from his jeans, loving the quiet noise of fabric against his hard belly.
"Are you flirting with me, Miss Wright?"

"Of course not, sir. The Wrights women don't know how to flirt, but for you I could learn."

She opened another button, then ran her fingernail along the edge of his open shirt. He breathed in hard, then grasped her wrists. She loved the strength of his hands and possessiveness in his touch.
"This Wright woman seems to be doing just fine."

She tugged her hands free and rubbed her palms over his chest, at the same time she arched upward until her lips found the vulnerable area below his ear.
"Are you sure I don't need a few...lessons?"

"Not if I value my sanity, you don't."

Her heart raced at the throaty rasp in his tone. No matter what happened later, tonight he was hers.

His arms came around her, his fingers slipped the thin strap of her gown free of her shoulders, baring more of her skin for his mouth to sample. This time she was the one trembling.

"My beautiful Crimson." His fingers shook as they moved the gown away from her breast, letting the gown slip to the floor, he bent to kiss each nipple in turn.

He used his teeth and tongue, teasing each nipple into rigid pebbles. Her fingers dug deeper and her head arched back on a low moan.

He urged her backwards towards the bed that was waiting, the cover neatly folded, the pillows plump and inviting.

Standing by the bed, she freed the last if his shirt button, then slipped the shirt free of his shoulders. "I want you naked," she whispered, shaken but truthful.

His hands went to his belt, but she pushed them away. "Let me."

She got rid of the belt while he removed the jeans and the briefs, his need evident in the rigid budge behind.

Impatient, he finished the task she had started. Tonight, he wanted to make love to her.

Gently, he took her to the mattress, his gaze never leaving her face. Releasing the last of his self control, he whispered words of love and longing. Words of praise for her beauty and spirit.

Delancy was consumed by pleasure, driven by the pressure building low inside her. His hands stroked, his mouth coaxed and she could feel the sheet beneath her, the heat of his skin, the thud of his heart. Nothing had ever been more wonderful, more perfect.

"Easy, sweetheart," Zak murmured. "Let me show you what I've never been able to say."

Moaning, she gave herself to him. It was sublime, a feast of sensations, a sublime symphony made by a master.

When at last she could take no more, he straddled her, easing into her slowly. She whimpered and reached for him, he gentled her with a kiss. When she sobbed his name, he thrust slowly, then eased back, his own needs almost unbearable.

And then he probed deeper, feeling her moans ripple through her body. She was tossing her head side to side now, whispering his name over and over.

Pleasure came suddenly, hot and sharp and then soaring. She was awash, carried on a crescendo of ecstasy. Her arms were around him, holding him close.

He fought for breath, knowing that she was his and he was hers. He thrust deep, feeling the swift sharp bite of pain before the pleasure took him higher.

On a muffled sob, she held him tighter, possessing him. Loving him.

She was smiling in her sleep. The candle bath her face in a soft glow. He awakened to watch her, then soon he too slept off.

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Hi there,

A mature part, didn't write this alone I got help from anonymous.

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