Page 36 of Sky High Obsession

He dropped his forehead to hers.Withdrawing his fingers, he plunged them deep, deeper until his middle finger grazed her sweet spot.

Her hips jerked against his ruthless invasion.Liquid heat oozed between his fingers, sliding down into his palm.“Fuck, baby.”He could barely breathe.She was so hot, so fucking incredible.

How could he ever let her go?

They both watched, fascinated and breathless, as he finger-fucked her.Dirty, decadent sounds of suction filled the room as he plunged in and out of her, pushed her to the brink of her endurance.She bit back a cry as her orgasm drew closer.More than anything he wanted to hear her scream her climax, but he was mindful that there was an audience next door.

“You like this, baby?”he growled down at her.“Watching what I do to you?”

She didn’t look up, her attention totally engrossed in the precisely timed pull and thrust of his fingers.

“Bethany?”

She gave a jerky nod, her fingers tightening convulsively over her skirt.

“I want to hear it,” he demanded harshly.He’d missed her vocal celebration of what he did to her; was as starved for it as he was starved for her body.“Tell me!”

“Yes, I like it,” she whimpered.Her back arched, and her thighs widened, giving him better access.

He greedily took it.Catching her nape to steady her, he angled his fingers and executed a series of fast, hard thrusts that slammed her over the edge.He swallowed her throaty groan as she came.Hot liquid gushed into his palm and dripped between his fingers.Her body jerked against his as sensations buffeted her.He soothed her down with kisses until she quieted, then slowly withdrew his fingers.

Her whimper of protest was pure joy to his ears.

She started to slide her panties into place and lower her skirt.Before the thought was fully formed in his mind, he’d hooked his fingers into the lace and ripped her panties off.

“Zach!”

He knew his grimace fell short of contrite.“Sorry.”He wiped her slickness from his hands and stuffed the soaked panties in his pocket.“I want nothing more than to taste you right now, but if I start you won’t get out of here any time soon.This will have to serve as a peace offering.”

Biting her lip, she straightened and pulled down her skirt.Her eyes met his and slid away.He caught a glimpse of the hurt, and his insides shredded.

God, he hated that look.

“Can you show me where the bathroom is, please?”she asked in a low voice.

He wanted to kiss her again, reassure her that things would get better, but he knew she would see them as just words.After all, he’d been saying that for the better part of a week and a half now.

The only thing he could do now was to use the one weapon in his arsenal guaranteed to keep her with him until the right time came to share his sordid past with her.

Swallowing a growl of frustration, he took her hand and led her down the hall.He saw her glance at the surroundings for the first time and take in the décor.Did she like his choices?

What would she think about the room he’d created especially for her?

The toy room was much more extensive than the one he’d introduced her to in Morocco.He wanted to tell her about it, but he cautioned himself against going further.They weren’t out of the woods yet.Far from it.She may have allowed him to make her come, but that didn’t mean their issues were anywhere near resolved.

On top of everything else, she was hurt and confused by the stunt he’d pulled today.He had a long way to go before Bethany opened up herself again the way she had on that last night in Marrakech.

But no way was he giving up.

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“Oh, God!”Bethany muttered again under her breath as the cool water gushed over her hands.

The enormity of what she’d just done escalated in her mind until it was a huge, insurmountable obelisk.She dried her hands, smoothed one hand over her skirt and the other over her hair.But she couldn’t stop the shaking that raked through her insides every few seconds.The languorous post-climactic feeling made her semi-drowsy even as her heart hammered fast enough to scare the shit out of her.

“What the hell am I doing?”She’d tried her best to repair the damage in the bathroom but one glance at her feverish eyes and flushed face told her she was rocking the I’ve-just-come-really-hard look.Which was why she was avoiding her reflection.Although, she didn’t really need a second look.

Her lipstick was chewed off, and her jawline was slightly grazed from Zach’s stubble when he’d growled those heated demands in her ears.

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