Zion lay awake for over an hour. The room dark. Surroundings unfamiliar. A fear he’d never felt before swarmed around him. Even the night he was pulled out to sea with that Tsunami paled to how he was feeling now. The sound of Tatyana’s breathing purred in his ears. She’d told him she didn’t feel comfortable with him alone in the other room as she crawled in the bed beside him. Zion wondered if tomorrow would bring any answers to the many questions. He glanced over at Tatyana, brought his hand up and stroked it alongside her face. She was so beautiful. He’d never seen anything so lovely. Or at least he thought he hadn’t. His eyes blinked, closed and he dropped into sleep like a rock, too tired to resist any longer. The memories flooded in like a raging storm and washed over him and drenched his mind. People arguing, screaming, begging to let him stay. Water everywhere. He drank it, lived in it. Loved it.
“You will see my wrath, Zion.” Father Poseidon warned. Wrath. “You will not like it.”
He called out in his sleep. Felt the waves crash against his body. His head hit the rocks and pain shot through his muscles.
Tatyana’s hand rubbed across his chest and sensations stormed through him. He let out a ragged breath, opened his eyes.
The woman was still there. Tatyana’s body was wrapped tightly around his, her arms enveloping him in a warm embrace. Everywhere she touched him he came alive. His blood began to course through his veins. She slid her hand across his abdomen and the mere touch made his muscles twitch.
“Do you like that?” her voice a soft purr against his ear, sleepy, deep.
He could only nod, a slow movement of the head.
“How about this?” She cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze. Zion jerked, settled and then moaned. Her touch was a lover’s caress.
Tatyana rolled him over, starred down into his eyes and smiled.
“You do something to me.” She stroked his face. “Not sure why, but you do.” She leaned down and captured his bottom lip with her mouth. She kissed him. It was soft and warm. She trailed a line down his jaw to his neck, his chest. Captured his nipple and gave it a light nip. “And for some reason I can’t ignore it.”
Zion bucked up in the bed. His eyes widened with arousal. Confusion whipped across his face. He couldn’t stand it. His heart began to race and pound the tempo of a raging storm beating against rocks.
“Stop.” He gasped for air. “I can’t stand this. Ohhh--” His words caught in his throat when she slid her tongue down his stomach and kissed the tip of his shaft. The loud moan that permeated the room came from his throat and vibrated the walls. He’d never felt anything like this before.
“I didn’t think you meant it when you told me to stop.”
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