Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

His girl didn’t get off on murder, but she was hyped on adrenaline and needed an outlet for it.

His alibi had been him fucking his wife.

Now he was about to make it the truth.

“I wanna move inside you,” he told her, running a hand down the back of her dress, popping up a button as he descended to her ass. When it was gaping open, he helped her step out of it.

She was utterly gorgeous in the thin strappy white dress fitted to her slim body with numerous lacy skirts flared around her feet, but she was a fucking vision out of it. Standing before him in white underwear and stockings, Rider wanted her. Badly.

It became a frantic moving of clothes, sliding her panties down her legs, freeing his length, hot frenzied kisses shared.

Wet, messy mouths strained toward the other.

He tasted her adrenaline, her relief. And love.

“Rider, please.”

“I got what you need, Icy-baby. Got it right here.” It had to be fast when he put her up against a wall, lifting her smaller body until she clung around him. And then Rider pushed inside her, working back and forth until he could bottom out.

He felt her moan powering through his cock. And when she sucked in back-to-back breaths, he sensed how close she was from a few thrusts.

“Need it?” He asked into her mouth when she grabbed him around the neck, bringing his head down for a kiss.

“Always. I always need you, Rider.”

He knew she didn’t mean only sex.

As much as she was in this life of theirs now, and he kept nothing from her, she was still his sweet, innocent girl. And she’d been worried for him.

With his body, he showed Zara she would always have him.

He’d never leave her.

The devil couldn’t keep Rider from his Zara, that was a fact.

A growl built in Rider’s chest, a bead of sweat rolling down his back. “Look how I’m dirtying my wife.” He groaned, railing her in a way a husband shouldn’t be with his wife on their wedding day. There would be time later for sweet and for him to make love to her slower than an animal in stud, like he felt at present. Right now, they needed it hard and fast.

Zara puffed a laugh, squeezing him inside and out. It wasn’t going to take long for either of them. “Dirty men fuck dirtily,” she dared tell him with a smile on her beautiful face.

It was the beginning of the end because he increased the thrusts' speed, burying himself down to the bottom of her sex.

When Zara cried into his mouth, he followed her seconds later with a ragged roar.

She didn’t let go of him, even when the pleasure left their bodies.

She clung tight, and he knew why. “I’ll always come back to you, Icy-baby. Never doubt it. You and me are always.” He told her, stroking a hand down her hair.

Zara was his life. He didn’t say it as a throwaway sentiment. She was his whole fucking world.

“Always,” she repeated.

He was the dirty man she loved in the same obsessive way. Rider kissed the tip of her nose, setting her unsteadily back on her feet, knowing he’d have to put her back in the wedding gown and return to their reception when all he wanted to do was go through rounds two and three. Another kiss.

“Will that hold you until I can get you all to myself?”

Her laugh meant she was steady again. He’d taken the fear from her, replacing it with everything he had in him.

Her arms looped around his neck, and Zara tugged on the ends of his loose hair.

“Look how cocky you get when I marry you. I’ve created a monster.”

He was many things to many people, but he’d always be Zara’s man first.

She was his Priority.

His Queen.

Love of his fucking dirty life.

TWENTY

“No Disney princess had a happily ever after like she did.” - Zara

“Was this your hardest mission yet as a biker?” Zara asked, trying but failing to hold her grin at bay.

Rider’s dark eyebrows pinged up, confused as he too flashed a half-grin. “What’s that?”

“Getting me down the aisle.”

He threw his head back and burst out a deep-timbered, all sexy laugh.

“Icy-baby, you were a worthy opponent, but I knew your soft spots to get you to give in, didn’t I?” He was so smug.

So freaking gorgeous.

And so hers.

He’d been her man for a long time, but saying those vows in front of their closest people cemented how they felt for one another. She was still on cloud nine.

There was time to talk about earlier. But not today.

Right now was for concentrating on how they felt in this second.

And that was incredibly happy.

Desire lanced through her, listening to his tapering chuckle. It wasn’t hard grabbed desire like it was earlier, when all she needed was to get him inside her. This desire bloomed lovingly throughout her body, warming her from the inside until she knew her cheeks were rosy pink.

She cuddled closer in his arms. Their gentle swaying to the music was magical as it was fun. Getting Rider to dance was a feat unto itself. Not that he didn’t dance with her, he did, but he always, always bitched about it. Less so if she could get him drunk first. “Anyone would think you hated holding me close.” She’d tell him, only to see him smirk, knowing he was going to reply, “it’s the only best part about dancing,”

But today, he hadn’t bitched once.

Rider showed he was in no rush to finish the dance when he surprised a squeal out of her by spinning her out, bringing her back with a twirl. When she was back in his arms,