The Freeing Blood (Sequel to Shadow Kiss/ A Zak Bagans Fanfiction)

Sequel to Shadow Kiss

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7. Chapter 6: Brandy's POV

Chapter 6: Brandy's P.O.V.

We had arrived back at the apartment in a little under twenty minutes. Zak had barely put the car in park and turned off the engine when he was suddenly by my door opening it for me. I gazed up at him underneath my lashes. The pale rays of the moon shone down on his back casting the front of him in shadow.

He reached out a hand waiting for me to grasp it with my smaller one. My heart raced; my palms shone with a light sheen of sweat. How had it come to this? How had we gotten here? I mean...this was Zak Bagans we were talking about. Not some everyday person from my hometown. This was ZAK. BAGANS.

I took a deep breath and grasped his hand in mine. I couldn't help but worry about his reaction to holding my sweaty palm in his, but all he did was gently tug me out of the car and close the door shut behind me. Before I could move forward, Zak pushed me up against the car door pressing his body close to mine. I could feel the heat of his body radiating off him in waves and soaking into my ow warm skin. He brushed his hand down my cheek with a smile. That one little crooked smile made my legs turn into jello beneath me. If Zak hadn't had me pinned against the car I would be collapsed on the ground at the moment.

He gently cupped my face. "Your face is hot," he stated with a knowing smile.

"Well, you had the heater blasting at my face the entire car ride home. It's no wonder I didn't collapse from heatstroke," I retorted with half the sassiness most of my comebacks came with.

"Then allow me to carry you," he suggested. Before I could so much as reject or accept his offer, Zak swooped me up in his arms and held me tightly against his chest.

"There. Now you won't have to worry about your legs giving out from...heatstroke," he said with a sly smile playing along with my lie.

He took the stairs two at a time and reached the top in half the time it would normally take for me to climb the stairs. Zak glanced down at me with a raised eyebrow. It was then that I realized during out ascent, I had wrapped my arms tightly around his neck clinging to him in fear he might trip and fall.

"Thanks for the lift," I half chuckled. "You can set me down now."

The deep chuckle rumbled against my side and made me look up. The heat in his gaze made me weak with anticipation. Desire, hot and strong, was there plain as the nose on his face. He strode towards my apartment door and easily maneuvered his hold on me to swing open the door only to kick it closed behind us when we entered. My heart stumbled in my breast as he spun around and let my legs slide free, but kept his arms vised around me, crushing me between the hard, hot, muscled length of him and the cool wood door.

I moaned his name, and he pinned his hips to mine, holding me like a butterfly against a swath of black velvet. The image shifted to one of pure pleasure as he lowered his lips to my ear and rasped, "I want to take my time with you, Brandy Lapid, but I don't have the strength to wait that long."

His lips teased the edge of my ear as he nibbled a path down the tendon in my throat. Warmth swept up from my toes, as desire began to build. 

"Let me have you now, Brandy," he begged. "We can go slow later."

Bereft of words, overwhelmed by need for this man, I tilted my head back and tightened my arms around his neck. Sliding the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip, I bit it and had the satisfaction of watching his eyes glaze over. I needed to torture him as much as watching him and wanting him had tortured me. 

His lips took mine in a ravenous kiss; using teeth, tongue, and lips, he drove every thought from my head but one. Now.

He came up for air before diving back down to sample the deep V of skin above my red shirt, licking and nipping the skin until the heat from his mouth seared a path from the depths of my cleavage to the base of my ear.

"Zak!"

He reared back, nostrils flaring, mouth in a firm straight line. Unsure what he waited for, trying to ignore the way my heart opened to him, ready to let him in, but afraid if I did he'd leave again, I murmured, "Please?"

His grin was quick, but lethal. "Yes, ma'am."

His mouth fused to mine as his hands got busy unzipping my vest before gripping the ends of my shirt and tugging it off over my head. He unclasped my bra and slowly began slipping the straps off my shoulders and easing it off of me to fall to the floor with my top and vest. His groan of pleasure sprinted through me as he filled his hands with my breasts, teasing them into hard, pointed peaks as his head lowered to sup from their bounty.

"I can't---" Breathe. See. Stand. Pick one; all I could do was feel. Zak was igniting flames of desire in so many places at once my brain couldn't keep up.

My breasts ached and my lips tingled...and then he found the lacy thong I'd put on earlier with him in mind. Why in the world had I decided to wear such a thing with as cold as it was outside, i had no clue. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this was how the night was going to end.

Naked. I'm not sure how he;d managed it so quickly, but I'd lost my top, my lacy thong...even my mind.

"Now," I demanded, pulling him closer. "I want you naked...NOW!"

Zak grinned as he kicked off his shoes and grabbed my hands in his to pull me toward the bedroom. The cool air on my bare skin made goosebumps break out all over my body. Zak closed the bedroom door behind us. I heard the subtle click of the lock as he trapped me within the dark, cool walls of my bedroom.

"Well this won't do," he sighed. 

"What won't do?"

"This is the one time I don't want to be shrouded by darkness," he murmured walking over to my bedside table to switch on my lamp. Those blue-hazel eyes burned deep with a blazing hunger. He strode back over to me and yanked my naked body close to his still fully clothed body. He cupped my face and brought his mouth down on mine. His tongue penetrated my moistness; his mouth sucking my tongue into his. He kissed me until I was achy, breathless and clinging to him.

My hands slid down his chest to rest at the button of his jeans. I popped the button through the hole and tugged the zipper down. Before I could push the jeans off his hips, his hands removed mine from the hem of his pants.

I glanced up at him in question. He smiled and placed my hands upon the top button of his shirt.

"Let's start from the top," he said with a smirk. All I could do was nod my head. My entire body was trembling from the mere thought of getting this man naked and feeling him inside me. To press his naked flesh against mine and feel his muscles ripple beneath his skin as we moved in a set rhythm of love and passion.

I fumbled to unfasten that top button with my sweaty fingers. It probably looked like this was my first time undressing a man when it wasn't. I finally got the top button open and glanced down his shirt. Ten more buttons to go. I quietly groaned. I needed to woman up and pretend I was unbuttoning the shirt of just any regular guy who wasn't Zak Bagans.

"Want help?" he chuckled as he noticed my blundering fingers.

"No!" I snapped. "This is my job."

Zak placed a couple of fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head back to meet his gaze. It was the steady patience shining in his eyes that boosted my level of confidence. My eyes never straying from his, I worked my hands down his shirt unclasping each button with a swiftness that surprised me. I broke eye contact when I realized I had reached the last button. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders to reveal beautiful, tan skin. I traced my hands along the rippling muscles of his arms, up past the tattoos on each bicep of his arms, and to his shoulders.

He leaned down and nuzzled the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder leaving a trail of fiery kisses all along the side of my neck leading up to my ear.

My breathing came out in short rasps as his hands moved lower on my body to rest on the curve of my hips. My hands made their way past the ridges of his toned abs to push his pants down off his waist.

Zak lifted his head from my collarbone at the sound of my giggle.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"No underwear?" I cocked a brow as a provocative smile teased the corners of my mouth.

"None is needed for this occasion," he retorted.

"But I wanted to have the pleasure of taking them off you," I pouted. Zak dipped his head lower to suck my bottom lip into his mouth and gently bite it between his teeth.

"I've lost my patience with you," he growled zealously.

He crushed his lips to mine in a fervent kiss that displayed the depths of his longing as he pushed me back onto the bed. I moaned, first in outrage, then in helpless surrender, as his tongue slid in and out of my mouth in so sexual a cadence. I could feel every bone in my body begin to melt away.

I knew the moment he sensed my surrender at his kiss. His tongue had ceased to be a plunderer and instead became a lover, stroking my mouth to ecstasy. By slow degrees, my struggles ceased, my body relaxed and became pliant, molding itself to his, reshaping itself to fit his steely contours.

His parted lips followed the curve of my breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured my nakedness in the dim lighting cast from the bedside lamp. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky crest until it became stiff. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and whisked it with his tongue, again and again, until all I could do was cling to him for support.

He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the palm, then carried it down to the length of his sex. He acquainted me with the dimension, the power and the strength , of the desire he had for me and only me.

He stared deeply into my eyes, searching for any signs of reluctance of what we were about to do. In my eyes I knew that all he would see would be the leaping arcs of desire burning deep within. He impressed a hungry, twisting kiss on my all too receptive mouth. His sex became even fuller within my caressing grasp. He nudged my knees apart and settled himself within the cradle that my thighs provided.

In one long, torturing slow plunge, he imbedded himself between the walls of my body. Thrilled with his magnificent strength, I brought my knees up to accomodate him. He moaned with absolute pleasure and buried his face in my hair that was spread out over the pillow.

Though it seemed impossible, he delved deeper inside me with each rhythmic push. I felt those supple contractions against my hands that greedily drew him closer, higher. He kissed my ears, my throat, and, as his thrusts accelerated, my mouth.

After several moments I clasped his head and held it away from me. My breath was choppy; my flushed breasts rose and fell with each shallow pant.

"You don't have to wait on me, Zak."

he looked surprised, and then smiled tenderly. "Yes i do."

"No, really. You don't have to do that for me."

"I'm not," he said hoarsely. "I'm doing it for me."

I let out a joyful little gasp when he slid his splayed hands beneath my hips. He rubbed his face against my nipples...once...twice...letting me feel his cheeks, chin, nose, and tongue against them.

With his next deep thrust, my neck involuntarily arched and I lost myself in this glorious rite. My hips responded to his clenching fingers. I ground my body against his wanting more...always more.

He gently bit the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. That's when it hit me. That's when I could feel myself being seized by a rush of sensation so intense I couldn't contain it. I bit my lower lip to hold back a scream of pleasure. The immensity of it was compounded when I felt, deep inside me, the staccato spasms of his release.

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***Zak's P.O.V.*****

Every moment was pulling at me, dragging me even closer to the edge. Every shift gave a breathtaking hint of mindless ecstasy that seemed to grow with each second. She shuddered beneath me and clutched my shoulders for strength, losing herself with each thrust of my tongue and each pumping caress from my manhood. 

I mastered her mouth and body until she was weeping with it. I gently bit the sensitive skin of her neck and her arousal gushed through her like a tidal wave, a solid wall of incredible pleasure that took her past the point of no return. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through her, changing her, making her indelibly mine. 

Distantly, I heard her cries, and they touched me as nothing ever had. I felt the first rush and jerked. My blood roared through my veins like wildfire, burning and stinging. I buried my face deep in her shoulder and muffled my shout. Then, surrendering to the longest, hottest release of my life, I joined Brandy in a world where I'd never been and where I'd never want to return from.

 

 

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