Addicted

Chapter 44.

"I love you," he says against my mouth. "You know that I love you, right?"

I part from him for a split second, looking all over his face. That feeling that I have grown so accustomed to washed over me. That feeling of emptiness inside of me that only Zac is placed in and the usual feeling of fear.

Do I know that he loves me? I think so, or at least a part of me does.

I cup his face, looking into his now dark blue eyes that were serious, wanting and full of desire. He needs me just as much as I need him.

I consume his mouth in mind, if only to shut him up and to please me. Desire sweeps through him and my body instantly responds to him.

"I want you," I murmur. He kisses me more passionately, with a fever and desperation that I hadn't felt from him before and I groan in his mouth. Keeping both of his hands on my ass, he guides me to the bed until my heels his to the end of the bed and I end up falling on the bed with him on top. Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, I tug upwards and he helps me pull his shirt over his head.

I want him, so badly. I need all of him on me.

His hand travels down my thigh and hold behind my knee, hiking it up so it rested above his hip. I open my legs up wider for him, feeling his erection against the place where I wish he was already.

I unbuckle his button of his jeans and he helps me slide it down his legs until he was left stark naked on top of me. He hastily pulls me upwards, holding the small of y back until my head was propped against my pillows. We sink down on the bed, my legs now wrapping around his torso to pull him closer towards me. His erection was already so firm and strong and was placed directly where I wish he was inside. He rocks his hips against my sex, and I flinch when he hits the most sensitive spot. He stifles a groan, pulls back and rocks his hips against me again.

"God, you're so wet," he breaths against my face. I was panting now, and the sound of his rigid voice makes me moan. "My dick is glistening from how wet you are," he strains and buries his head in my neck, continuing his hips rocking against my clit.

There was only the thin fabric of my lacy underwear stopping him from doing what I think we both want desperately.

His hands travel south, over my corset and dips inside my underwear and his fingers are on me and then in me. I push my pelvis up to welcome his touch, needing him and needing so much more. He begins to move, really move his finger inside of me and I press my hips against his hand to aim for a certain spot down below. He moves his hand faster, using his thumb to stimulate my clit by using quick and fast circles pressed against me.

At this rate, I wouldn't last long. I was already rising so high, higher than I have before.

"I beg you, please don't stop!" I moan and my chest arches.

"Do you want me to use my mouth?" he asks in a rough voice.

"Yes, please!" I almost shout, still rocking my hips against the fingers he's using against me.

In one swift move he pulls me by my hips, rolling us over until I was on top of him and he part his fingers from their place. I whine from his fingers parting, feeling so much disappointment from the loss of the high I was ready to feel.

"Shuffle up more," he tells me when I'm straddling his legs.

"What do you want me to do?" I look down at him.

"I want you to sit on my face," he says, groaning. His eyes re a blazing shade of blue.

"What?"