Page 33 of Savage Romance
Zoe moaned.
“I love how they fill my hands, like your ass was made specifically for me.” He squeezed and kneaded.
He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her breathy little moans and gasps. He sank his fingers into her hair, and—God—if the way she melted in his hands didn’t make his cock swell to bursting.
Ben took his time, arousing her, licking, nipping, biting, and sucking, and keeping her on the edge of pain and pleasure. He rolled her on her back and his mouth searched down her body. Taking his time, he lingered at her breasts—tugging on the nipples with his teeth and soothing away the sting with his tongue.
His mouth continued the path toward the valley of her thighs. His hands lingered on her breasts, cupping and squeezing the rounded mounds.
His cock throbbed in blatant demand, and Ben settled between Zoe’s thighs. Pride rooted in his chest as her legs fell open wide and willingly, her pussy lips glistening with her arousal.
She trusts me enough to be open in every way to me.
Reaching between his legs to grasp the base of his shaft, he rubbed the head of his dick between her slick folds.
“Eyes on me, Zoe.” Ben lodged the smooth tip of his engorged cock at her entrance. “Mine!” He slammed home in one hard thrust.
Her eyes flickered but she held his gaze, and Ben fought his imminent orgasm as her pussy gripped him tight as a fist.
He braced himself on his forearms and rubbed his chest over her full breasts. “You good, darlin’?”
“Uh-huh.” She wiggled.
He stroked the side of her face, brushing her sweat-dampened hair aside. “Hold still for a moment. Get accustomed to—” He gritted his teeth as she wiggled again, and her pussy contracted around his cock.
“Darn it, either you move, or I do.”
“Do you now?” Ben eased out and slid back inside.
“Fu—fudgesicles.”
He grinned at her attempt not to swear. By the time, he was done with her tonight he wanted her so far out of her head she sounded like a drunken sailor.
Giving her a few shallow thrusts, making sure he hit her clit with every slide, Ben held the reins on his control.
It took a few moments for them to find their rhythm before their bodies melted into one rolling wave of pleasure. Like the ebb and flow of the ocean their bodies rolled, came together, and parted only to mesh again. Their bodies connected on an intimate level, separate and still together—tied together and free at the same time. Ben couldn’t tell where her body started and his ended, because he was her beginning and her ending, and she was the same for him. Zoe curled herself around him as they copulated as husband and wife without any barriers or secrets, without holding back from each other—she was his everything, and their hard-fought love a wonderful loop of infinity. When Zoe cradled his face and pulled his lips down to hers for a deep kiss, Ben obliged without hesitation.
Chapter Twenty-Six
A week later, Ben escorted a nervous Zoe into Nolan House for the second time in her life. She was in no way certain how Charlotte and Byron would receive her now they knew about her past and her connection with Michael.
“Dennehy.” The tall, dark, and imposing man almost dwarfed the well-groomed blonde beside him. “Mrs. Dennehy.” He inclined his head at her.
“Mr. Nolan.” Zoe turned her attention to the other woman.
“I’m so happy everything turned out for the best.” Charlotte startled Zoe by pulling her in a warm embrace. After holding herself stiff for a moment, Zoe relaxed against the woman who had been a victim of Michael’s cruelty for so many years.
“I’m so sorry for the abuse you suffered.” She pushed back and made eye contact. “Ben tried to convince me I’m not responsible for Michael’s behavior, but if I might have done something as a child—spoken up. Perhaps—”
“Like you said, you were a child. Like I was when I married Liam. Let’s not get lost in hindsight and instead follow the advice of Sophocles in Oedipus Rex: ‘I have no desire to suffer twice, in reality and then in retrospect.’ We make mistakes and do dumb things. It makes us human.” Charlotte pressed Zoe against her chest before she let her go but grabbed Zoe’s hand instead.
“Speaking of hindsight.” Ben cleared his throat. “I think I do owe you an apology as well, Charlotte.”
“You do?”
“I should have done something in those years I visited your home. I should have realized how bad things were.”
“No, Ben.” Charlotte’s underlying steel core rang through her words. “There was no way for you to know what was wrong. That something was wrong at all. I never spoke to you about it. I covered my bruises and concealed my fear and disgust for both my husband and Michael.”
