Page 124 of Gamble with Me

“Oh, c’mon,” I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. “I’m ecstatic you two are getting along well.”

“But?” He raised an elegant brow, leaning back. The black shirt underlined his ripped muscles and the dark aura surrounding him.

“But I’m worried she’s too clingy, and you’ll push her away,” I admitted, recalling the memories of Chester hurting her. Zyon was nothing like him, but he was loaded with work. She could cross his path when he’s stressed.

“Are you serious?” Zyon shook his head, his brows knitting above his beautiful eyes.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, approaching his desk. “Years with Chester taught me to be vigilant. You have no idea how many times he broke her heart.”

“Mon cœur.” Zyon stretched his arm in my direction, and I happily took it. He sat me on his lap, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I promise to never deliberately hurt you or Zara. I can’t guarantee I won’t make mistakes, but I swear it won’t be intentional.”

“I believe you,” I whispered, touching his cheek. His gentle stubble scratched my skin. “It’s just…”

“I know.” He kissed my palm tenderly, melting my worries. “I understand, baby. But trust me, neither you nor Zara are too clingy. Everything is okay. We are family.”

I nodded, resting my forehead against his. Words couldn’t describe the love I felt toward this man.

I captured his lips in a slow kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck. He reciprocated the attention, his hands quickly finding their way under my top.

“You’re injured,” I breathed when he moved to my neck, nibbling the sensitive skin.

“I’m fine,” he hushed, proceeding down my collarbone.

A moan escaped my throat, and my fingers buried in his silky hair. I was hungry for more, but at the same time, I was worried he wasn’t completely healed yet.

“Zyon,” I muttered, gently pushing him away. “Your injury.”

“Forget about the injury.” He moved a strand of my hair behind my ear, pecking my lips. “I need you right now.”

His desperate voice and heated gaze made my pussy clench. My body tingled with the excitement and pleasure that his lips awakened. I wanted him, too, if that damn voice inside my head would just shut up.

“Wait.” I stopped his gentle attack on my breasts, making him groan in displeasure. “We need to move to the couch, and I’m calling the shots. You won’t do anything.”

“Whatever you say, Mommy.”

He grinned like he had just won the lottery, oblivious to the thrill his words caused. In a split second, he sat in the middle of the couch, watching me like a hungry lion as I slowly stripped off my clothes.

Zyon’s eyes roamed my body, savoring every inch and setting me on fire. I swayed my hips seductively, moving the jeans down my legs and proceeding with my blouse and bra. He couldn’t tear his gaze from my chest as I freed my breasts. He wriggled his fingers impatiently like he had trouble keeping them under control. I relished in his lustful look, enjoying the desire reflected on his face.

Leisurely, I approached him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He curled his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips touched my stomach, and he gently bit me, making me laugh.

“Hey.” I playfully slapped him, messing his hair. “No hickeys.”

“Love bites,” he mumbled, the tip of his tongue licking the red spot. I straddled him, and his mouth moved to my breasts, making me exhale in contentment, but I needed skin-on-skin contact. My hands found their way to the hem of his T-shirt, and I pulled it over his head, exposing his ripped chest. My fingers dug into his muscles when he returned to my neck, and his palms gripped my ass.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, tilting my head back. “I want you inside me.”

A gasp mixed with a moan escaped my mouth when Zyon entered me from behind. His two fingers stretched my hole, forcing desperate cries out of me.

“What else do you want?” he asked, nibbling my earlobe.

“I’m not…” I breathed, meeting his gentle thrusts that, in combination with his skillful mouth, created a symphony my body danced to.

His tongue moved to my nipple, teasing it before he sucked it inside his wet mouth. His teeth grazed my sensitive bud, sending bolts of pleasure into my nerves. Zyon's face blurred before my eyes as my body shook in his arms. His thick fingers thrust into me in a perfect rhythm, leading me toward the desired peak.

It didn’t take me long to submerge into bliss and see stars. I clung to Zyon, moaning and panting when an intense orgasm took over my body. He held me close, kissing me and brushing my hair as I shattered in his arms.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, mon cœur,” he said huskily, pecking my jaw and neck. Gentle brushes of his soft lips felt like feathers.