Page 60 of Breakaway
I cup his cheek, forcing myself to take this seriously since it's a big deal for Zill and for his shadows. "Whatever it is, I want it."
"So the first part is simple enough," he says, moving his hand away from between my legs, back to bracketing my head. He lowers to his forearms, his body pressing more of his weight into me, his face closer to mine.
I push my breasts into him. What can I say? I like how he looks at them when I do it.
"The first part," I prompt when he gets distracted by my cleavage.
Zill clears his throat, his eyes darting back up to my face, narrowing on my smirk.
"The first part is sex. The second part is," he takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly as if trying to buy time before saying whatever it is he's about to say. "We all have to be inside you."
"We?" I ask, my brain not seeming to come up with who else might be involved in all of this, and then it hits me. "Your shadows? Oh, you said it would be weird. That's like maybe a three on the weirdness scale."
Zill cracks open one eye, checking to see if my acceptance of his bonding ritual is real. When I do nothing other than smile at him and then wiggle my chest against him, he opens both eyes. His body, which had been tight with tension, relaxes dramatically.
"They all need to be inside you, but it doesn't have to be all of them in the same place. It can be some in your mouth and some in your…" he trails off, the nature of what he's trying to say finally catching up to him.
"Pussy?" I ask, internally cackling at the look on his face. And because I know I can make it even better, I ask. "Oh, wait my ass? Were you wanting to stick some of them in my ass?"
"Reese," Zill hides his eyes in the crook of my neck, the warmth of his face radiating against my skin. His shadows seem to love the idea, though. The little perverts are already wiggling against the hem of my body suit, wanting to slip underneath the fabric and bury themselves inside me wherever they can now that they know I've accepted that this is part of it.
I push at Zill, though he's as hard as stone and as unmoving as one, too. "Come on, Zill. I want to be stuffed full. Do it and I'll sleep with your dick in my mouth like last night."
Zill grumbles something against my neck that I can't quite make out, but his whining is still cute no matter what.
"I can't understand you."
He huffs before lifting himself up and away from the safety of covering his eyes in the crook of my neck. "I said, you were going to do that anyway."
"That's a bit presumptuous," I gasp, pushing against his chest in faux outrage.
"You know that once we solidify this bond, I'm going to be in your head, you won't get to pretend you weren't going to do something we both know full well you were going to do."
Zill pushes off the bed, and I reach for him, wanting his warmth back on top of me before realizing he still needs to get undressed.
"I can still pretend all I want," I tell him, lifting myself so I can watch as he stands from the bed and begins to strip out of his clothing.
"Want me to get out of this?" I ask, moving like I'm about to get up as well. His shadows surge across the bed, all urging me to lie back down, not letting me up to get undressed.
"You are most definitely not getting out of that," Zill tells me, more serious about me staying in the red sequined body suit than he has been about the rest of this.
"Well, if you insist," I say, lying back down.
I stay propped up enough that I can watch as he tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his abdomen and chest. He is, without a doubt, the sexiest man I've ever seen in my life. Strands of hair come loose from his bun as he pulls his shirt off, and he reaches up, tugging his hair free. The golden strands reach his shoulders, and I'm already anticipating tugging on them while he's inside me.
"Stop looking at me like that," Zill says, looking bashful. How a man as good-looking as him is self-conscious when I'm so clearly into him is astounding.
"Like what?" I ask, trailing my eyes slowly over every inch of his exposed body and leaving them where his hands are working the button of his pants. "Like I can't wait to be fucked by you? Like, I'm excited to be tied to you for the rest of my life?"
"Something like that," Zill mutters, tugging his pants down his legs.
"You are so fucking hot," I tell him when he stands back up to his full height, kicking away his pants. "Now get in this bed so we can bond."
"You have no patience, do you?" Zill asks, laughing softly as he crawls back into bed with me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs, his warmth cocooning me as easily as his shadows are.
"When it comes to being with you?" I ask him, keeping his eyes, letting him know how serious I am about him. "I want you too badly to have any patience."
"Sweet human," Zill murmurs before sealing his lips over mine.
