both exposed to each other; our emotional rawness no longer masked by fear of what we felt for each other.
With a breathless whisper, we said each other’s names, a litany of the love we had for the other.
I closed my eyes, overcome by the intensity of it all.
“Don’t close your eyes, Irelyn. I need to see you come.” Wrapping a fistful of my hair around his hand, Zolt gently pulled my head back so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“I fucking love you,” he said and then started a slow, tortuous path with his mouth to my breasts where he took in each nipple in turn.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as my orgasm approached. I wanted to keep my eyes open; to fix my gaze on his as Zolt perfected his pace, making sure to grind my clit against him. But it was too delicious—too intense emotionally and physically, and my eyes fluttered shut.
Just as I began to unravel, Zolt’s mouth found mine again as we started our free fall into orgasmic bliss.
We laid there both sweaty and spent as the wave ebbed and fell away. I felt undeniably lost to him and to the emotions loving him provoked. I buried my head in his neck, not wanting him to see more of my damn tears.
Lazily, he ran his fingers up and down my spine as we stay connected, sitting in the middle of the bed. Shivers and small quakes shot through me at his touch; our electric connection unfailing.
“Irelyn,” he said softly as he lifted my chin.
“Zolt.” One errant tear escaped and fled down my cheek.
“Mine. Forever mine,” he said as he brushed the tear away.
“Yours.”
Zolt lay down, taking me with him, finally breaking our contact as he withdrew from me.
I found my favorite place on his chest, just between his pecs and his shoulder, and snuggled in. We stayed that way for a while as our bodies recovered.
Zolt softly petted my hair, and I couldn’t remember every being this happy.
“I have something for you. Close your eyes,” he said and moved away from me.
I closed my eyes and felt the bed shift and dip with whatever Zolt did. The drawer on the bedside table opened and closed, and then he came back to me.
“You can open your eyes.” There was a slight tone of nervousness in his voice, and I slowly opened them.
“Oh. My. God.” My hand flew to my mouth as I first stared at the open, black-velvet box in his hand, and then stared into his sparkling eyes.
“Zolt, it’s beautiful. I—”
“Do you really like it?” He carefully removed the diamond and emerald ring and slid it on my ring finger on my left hand.
I splayed my hand in front of my face, admiring the ring. Then, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
“It’s perfect, Zolt. Just perfect. You got it at Kavanagh’s, didn’t you?”
“I did. Rachel went with me. It just so happened that this ring had come in from Ireland. He said he instantly thought of your mother when he saw it. Once he said that, I knew I had to have it for you.”
“I love it.” I swallowed hard past the lump in my throat. The ring sported the perfectly sized diamond for me, and I adored the Celtic knot work of the band. It reminded me of the cross both Chris and I used to wear.
“It’s not too much like the cross you and Chris used to wear?” Zolt asked, holding my hand and tracing his finger over the band.
I shook my head in answer and in shock that he knew about the crosses. “No.”
“I don’t want you to be sad when you see it.”
“It’s so beautiful. But…” I trailed off as Kenna’s face filled my mind, bringing with it a surge of guilt. It wasn’t fair for me to be this happy while Kenna remained in Marcus’s control.
“I know what you’re thinking, baby. Don’t,” Zolt said, turning my face to his. “We’ll get Kenna back, I promise.”
“And Delaney, too?”
“And Delaney, too, if that’s what she wants.”
I nodded, feeling a little better, but knowing true relief wouldn’t come until this was all over.
“To that end, I need to talk to
With a breathless whisper, we said each other’s names, a litany of the love we had for the other.
I closed my eyes, overcome by the intensity of it all.
“Don’t close your eyes, Irelyn. I need to see you come.” Wrapping a fistful of my hair around his hand, Zolt gently pulled my head back so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“I fucking love you,” he said and then started a slow, tortuous path with his mouth to my breasts where he took in each nipple in turn.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as my orgasm approached. I wanted to keep my eyes open; to fix my gaze on his as Zolt perfected his pace, making sure to grind my clit against him. But it was too delicious—too intense emotionally and physically, and my eyes fluttered shut.
Just as I began to unravel, Zolt’s mouth found mine again as we started our free fall into orgasmic bliss.
We laid there both sweaty and spent as the wave ebbed and fell away. I felt undeniably lost to him and to the emotions loving him provoked. I buried my head in his neck, not wanting him to see more of my damn tears.
Lazily, he ran his fingers up and down my spine as we stay connected, sitting in the middle of the bed. Shivers and small quakes shot through me at his touch; our electric connection unfailing.
“Irelyn,” he said softly as he lifted my chin.
“Zolt.” One errant tear escaped and fled down my cheek.
“Mine. Forever mine,” he said as he brushed the tear away.
“Yours.”
Zolt lay down, taking me with him, finally breaking our contact as he withdrew from me.
I found my favorite place on his chest, just between his pecs and his shoulder, and snuggled in. We stayed that way for a while as our bodies recovered.
Zolt softly petted my hair, and I couldn’t remember every being this happy.
“I have something for you. Close your eyes,” he said and moved away from me.
I closed my eyes and felt the bed shift and dip with whatever Zolt did. The drawer on the bedside table opened and closed, and then he came back to me.
“You can open your eyes.” There was a slight tone of nervousness in his voice, and I slowly opened them.
“Oh. My. God.” My hand flew to my mouth as I first stared at the open, black-velvet box in his hand, and then stared into his sparkling eyes.
“Zolt, it’s beautiful. I—”
“Do you really like it?” He carefully removed the diamond and emerald ring and slid it on my ring finger on my left hand.
I splayed my hand in front of my face, admiring the ring. Then, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
“It’s perfect, Zolt. Just perfect. You got it at Kavanagh’s, didn’t you?”
“I did. Rachel went with me. It just so happened that this ring had come in from Ireland. He said he instantly thought of your mother when he saw it. Once he said that, I knew I had to have it for you.”
“I love it.” I swallowed hard past the lump in my throat. The ring sported the perfectly sized diamond for me, and I adored the Celtic knot work of the band. It reminded me of the cross both Chris and I used to wear.
“It’s not too much like the cross you and Chris used to wear?” Zolt asked, holding my hand and tracing his finger over the band.
I shook my head in answer and in shock that he knew about the crosses. “No.”
“I don’t want you to be sad when you see it.”
“It’s so beautiful. But…” I trailed off as Kenna’s face filled my mind, bringing with it a surge of guilt. It wasn’t fair for me to be this happy while Kenna remained in Marcus’s control.
“I know what you’re thinking, baby. Don’t,” Zolt said, turning my face to his. “We’ll get Kenna back, I promise.”
“And Delaney, too?”
“And Delaney, too, if that’s what she wants.”
I nodded, feeling a little better, but knowing true relief wouldn’t come until this was all over.
“To that end, I need to talk to
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