Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

MARIGOLD

" I need a yes, Marigold." His rough voice made him sound like he was in pain.

"Yes?" I questioned, not sure what he was asking.

"Do you want this?" He grabbed my hand and put it directly on his crotch. Not just his crotch, the very hard, very large cock straining against his pants.

I swallowed hard. When I knocked on his door, I knew this was the likely outcome, but now that I was getting my hands on the actual proof of what I thought might happen, I was panicking a little.

Could I?

I could practically feel the primal need coming off him in waves. It was intimidating but it also made me hot and wet and suddenly very desperate to know what it would be like to be with a powerful man like him.

"Yes." The word crossed my lips on an exhale.

With a growl, he lifted me onto the king-sized bed. His lips trailed down my neck to the valley between my breasts. His hands roamed over every inch of me, leaving trails of sparks everywhere he touched me.

He rid himself of his clothes as if they were on fire. I took a moment to drink him in. He was breathtaking. Ribbons of muscle flexed beneath golden skin, and his chest was dusted with dark hair that led down to a very tempting part of him. I reached out, whispering his name as I traced the tattoos curling around his biceps and lower. There was another tattoo down his ribcage. It looked like Chinese writing.

He stood up, his chest heaving as he looked down at me. "Up," he said the word, expecting me to comply.

I would have argued, reminding him he was the one that put me on the bed, but I thought better of it. I pushed myself up on my elbows, but apparently, I didn't move fast enough.

He grabbed me under the arms and tugged me up onto my knees. His hands were rough but his eyes were soft. Soft and filled with a desperate kind of want that mirrored my own. He pushed a damp lock of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear before his thumb traced the curve of my cheekbone.

His touch was gentle in contrast to the lust burning in his gaze. It felt as if he was taking his time to savor every inch of me, as if he was memorizing every detail. It felt a lot like a predator sizing up his prey.

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and jerked it over my head.

I gasped at the sudden cold that bit into my skin but that was soon replaced by the warmth of his hands. His fingers traced the curve of my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive nipples that hardened instantly under his touch. He bent his head, taking one into his mouth. I let out a moan, my hand automatically reaching up to thread through his hair.

His other hand traveled down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. I squirmed in anticipation as he unbuttoned and unzipped them, tugging them off with my underwear in one swift motion.

I was completely bare in front of him now. He moved back slightly, just enough to drink in the sight of me. His gaze was heavy, molten heat in his eyes as they roamed over me.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered. The raw desire in his voice made my heart pound against my ribcage, anticipation coiling low in my belly.

"Zayn." My voice was a shaky whisper, betraying the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.

Without another word, he climbed onto the bed, his hands aggressively exploring my naked body.

I felt a jolt of electricity each time his strong hands brushed against my skin. His touch was demanding yet tender. It sent a wave of shivers down my spine. His mouth trailed kisses over every inch of me, leaving scorching trails in its wake. I couldn't help the moans that escaped my lips as he explored the hidden parts of me, stirring sensations I'd never experienced before.

His fingers moved lower, tracing the sensitive folds between my legs. A gasp tore from my throat as he ran his fingertip down my slit.

"You're wet." His rough whisper against my flesh sent another shockwave of pleasure through me.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. He reached behind me and smacked my ass, causing me to gasp. Then he squeezed my stinging flesh as his teeth tugged at my ear.

Before I could say anything, he pushed me hard enough to knock me on my back. Caught off guard, I let out a small squeak as my back bounced on the soft bed. Then he was above me, his large frame shadowing mine, those intense dark eyes of his cutting through me.

He dropped to one elbow, his other hand pushing my legs open. He used his knee to keep my legs apart. His hand immediately went between my legs, his fingers once more touching that sensitive spot. I gasped as he slowly moved them against me, pressing and teasing in a rhythm that had me arching my back.

"Zayn," I moaned, clutching at the sheets. "Don't stop."

He pushed a thick finger inside me. My back arched off the bed as a wave of pleasure coursed through me. He watched my reactions with a heated gaze, his movements slow and deliberate. He added another finger, his thumb caressing over my most sensitive spot.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and firm.

I forced my eyes open and met his dark gaze. There was something captivating about the way he stared at me, so consumed by desire yet filled with a tenderness I wasn't expecting. It just made me want him more.

I reached out for him, my hand brushing against the hardness straining against his abdomen. He let out a low growl. Capturing my lips in a searing kiss, he continued to move his fingers within me.

My heart pounded against my ribcage as he drove me higher, closer to the edge. My entire body was alight with need, every nerve ending sparking with anticipation.

I whimpered between kisses, clinging to him as my world began to spin. The pleasure was overwhelming, building up inside me like a tidal wave ready to crash. His fingers curved, hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

"Zayn," I gasped, my body tensing as I teetered on the edge of climax. He quickened his pace. His teeth grazed my bottom lip as he grunted against my mouth.

Then, with a thrust of his fingers and a rough swipe of his thumb over my clit, I shattered. My vision blurred as pleasure rippled through me in waves, leaving me gasping for breath.

But he didn't stop. He kept moving his fingers within me, drawing out every last tremor of my orgasm until I was left a quivering mess beneath him.

His dark eyes watched me with satisfaction before he slowly withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss but soon found myself distracted by the sight of him crawling off the bed.

He stood next to the bed and shed his boxer briefs, revealing the full extent of his arousal. My eyes widened at the sight of him, all hard muscle and potent masculinity. Zayn unzipped his bag and pulled out a condom. I watched, my body still twitching with the aftermath of the orgasm, as he deftly tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on over his throbbing cock. I licked my lips at the sight of it.

He paused, looking at me once again with his nostrils flaring. The look in his eyes was fierce and wild, filled with a need so primal it made me shiver.

"Last chance to tell me no," he said.

"I'm not saying no."

He crawled onto the bed, his body covering mine.

"This will be rough," he warned, his voice strained as he fought for control. "Is that okay?"

I nodded. I had never been with anyone as masculine as him. I wanted to walk on the edge with him. He was dangerous. I was in a foreign country and wanted to do something wild, and he was the perfect man to do it with.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locking onto mine. Then he entered me with one powerful thrust. I cried out, opening my legs wider. Within seconds, he found his rhythm. Rough and untamed, just as he'd promised. With every thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge again, my body filling with hot fire.

My fingers raked down his back, marking him as mine for the moment. He grunted, roaring loud, and he lifted his upper body with his lower body pressed against me, joining our bodies together.

"Zayn," I whispered, my voice almost lost in the whirlwind of passion surrounding us. His rhythm faltered for a moment at the sound of his name leaving my lips.

"Fuck me. You're so tight. I can't control myself with you."

I whimpered as he reached a hand between us, his thumb pressing against the sensitive nub. I writhed and bucked against him, my body on fire from his constant assault, the sensations bordering on too much and yet not enough.

His breath was hot against my ear as he moved within me. "Come for me again," he demanded. His words were laced with raw desire and an urgency that had my heart pounding even harder.

I held on to him desperately as the pleasure burned through my veins. It was faster this time, more intense, spiraling out of control within seconds.

I moaned, clinging to him as I teetered on the edge of the precipice. His fevered groan was the only warning I got before his body jerked. The veins bulged in his neck and he buried himself deep within me, his hot seed filling the condom. I broke apart at the sight of him, my orgasm crushing me with a force that left me gasping for breath.

My body convulsed around his as he rode out his climax, each shuddering wave of pleasure tearing a guttural groan from him. He fell onto me, a heavy weight pressing into my sensitive skin. Our bodies were slick with sweat.

We lay there, a tangle of limbs on the messy bed sheets. His heart pounded against my chest, as erratic as my own.

I wanted to stay up all night doing this with him over and over. I couldn't get enough. Unfortunately, our night of passion had a time limit. I had to board a flight tomorrow at eight.

I took a deep breath, knowing all good things must come to an end. "That was—exciting," I finally managed to say. "Amazing. I had fun. I will remember this night forever, but I think this is where it ends."

He didn't say anything right away. He kissed me again and rolled away. I managed to sit up. My body was still twitching. I got dressed and walked to the door.

"Thanks for one of the best nights of my life," he said. "I'll never forget today."

"Me neither." Without another word, I went to my room and closed the door, leaning against it. Saying goodbye hadn't even been possible. Speaking the words would have made it real, and I wasn't ready for that.

He was one of the good ones. He was the kind of man you only got to meet once in a lifetime.

But that was ridiculous. He was a billionaire with a life I would never belong in. I was just little Marigold Reed. One night in heaven—or Lisbon—with a man like Zayn was more than a girl like me could ever hope for.

I was just going to have to accept my one night and move on.