Theron's Hope (Brides of Theron) (25 page)

He moved in to kiss her again, combing his fingers through her soaked hair.  Enough was enough it seemed.  He turned off the water and swept her legs up into his arms carrying her into the bedroom.  He put her down in the center of the bed and climbed in after her. The lioness was readying herself to leap from her cage as she started to kiss him hungrily.  She could taste the salt on his skin and feel the shadow of beard rubbing up against the skin of her face.  My God, she thought, this is even more intense than this morning.

He looked her in the eyes as he prepared to enter her.  Grace could feel the tip of his cock probing the sensitive skin between her legs. She grabbed onto the smooth sateen sheets as he pushed his cock all the way into her. Her eyes grew large at the feeling of him moving inside her.  “Gracie, if this hurts in any way I will stop.  Just tell me and I will stop.”  She looked at him, a lioness ready to prance on her prey, “Don’t you even think about stopping.  I want you Zane.  I want to claim you as mine forever.  Make me yours, now!”  He filled her completely at that moment and she arched her back and moaned, “Oh, Zane!” She moved her body to him letting him penetrate her deeper.  The pleasure he was bringing her radiated throughout her body with each thrust.  She grabbed hold to the railing of the headboard of the bed to give her some leverage.  Both of them were taken by surprise at the intensity of their connection on a spiritual level as well as physical one.

He leaned over her letting his kisses linger on her breasts.  He could see how his attention to the sensitive areolas of her breasts was stimulating her roaring passion for him.  She let go of the bed and reached around and grabbed his rear pulling him toward her and then running her hands up his back to cradle his neck urging him to return his kisses to her mouth.  She breathed in deeply in between kisses.  His breath became hers as they tried to keep up with the exertions of their bodies.  It can’t possibly get better than this.  When they both reached the peak of ecstasy he took her in his arms, holding her tightly and he did not let go. 

“Oh my Gods, Gracie.  I have never felt anything like that in my entire life?” He was breathing hard trying to catch his breath.  No words could describe the feeling in his heart that was full to bursting. 

For the first time in her life she felt whole, even complete. “You totally just rocked my world Zane.  That was amazing, I find myself feeling,” she hesitated, looking for the right word, “complete for the first time ever.” 

“It is funny you say that.  Did you know that alone, we are not really bilaterally symmetrical?  This means that if we were to be cut in half lengthwise, we are not exactly the same on both sides.  Our hearts are slightly off to the left of our chest and the placement of other organs is a bit one side or the other.  When we are together, conjoined like we just were, it is the only time that we are truly bilaterally symmetrical.”

“Well if it is alright with you, I would happily love to experience being bilaterally symmetrical again.”  She gave him a sly smile as he made his move to pleasure her as many times as she asked it of him. They explored each other’s bodies for hours until they were both overcome with exhaustion and fell asleep in each other’s arms. For the first time in her life, Gracie fell asleep with the distinct knowledge that she had finally met her other half.  Her heart was now complete and would be that way until her dying breath.  She couldn’t be any happier as she lay on his chest letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.

She woke the next morning fully aware of her body.  All of her muscles were screaming in protest from the activities of last night.  She thought a nice hot bath would do the trick to ease her pain.  She got out of the bed, careful not to wake the man who possessed her heart and soul and her body last night.  Slipping into the bathroom, she quietly as possible shut the door behind her and turned on the faucet in the large bathtub thinking the whole time that Zane could comfortable fit in this tub with her.  Already naked as the day she was born, she tested the water with her toes. Determining that it was just right, she let the rest of her body follow her in. 

It did not take long for him to wake and peek into the bathroom to check on his mate.  She saw him enter the room as he gave her a sleepy but sated smile.  Sizing up the tub he asked her, “Do you think there is room for one more?”

“Sure,” she said with a smile, “We might have to let some of the water out first.”  She pulled open the drain and signaled him in.  It was a bit cramped with the two of them in the tub together but she didn’t mind.  He positioned himself behind her and she rested her back against his chest.  “Do you want me to put the jets on?”

“What do they do?”  He took the soap in his hands and proceeded to start washing her body. 

“They massage you, it feels wonderful.  I got the tub with the air jets because I don’t like to bathe in dirty water so it is a clean system.  Care to try it?”

“Sure, I am up for an adventure.”  He laughed as she scooted forward to access the button.  The jets came alive and the water swirled all around them.  She adjusted the strength of the air flow and when it was just right she let him wash her back.  She thought about their night together as she resumed her former position, her back against his muscular chest. “You are very muscular.  Do you work out with weights or something?”

“We have a fitness center on the ship and I like to use it regularly.  Why do you ask?”  He wondered where this line of questioning was coming from.

“After last night, I just realized how out of shape I am.  I woke with the sudden urge to go into my gym and work out.”  She laughed.  “Last night was amazing Zane.”  She said as she turned to face him.  She grabbed the soap and the face cloth and started to wash him like he did her the night before.  It wasn’t long before it was obvious that he started wanted more.

He let her wash him and shampoo his hair and when she finished he combed his fingers through her auburn hair, feeling the softness of it.  He thought about last night and how amazing it was.  He had girlfriends before, but none of the women on his planet affected him the way Gracie did.  Just one glance from her and he felt suddenly possessive.  Her mere presence in his vicinity grounded him. He thought of one word that encompassed his possessiveness, “mine”.  She was his and he knew this without a doubt.  He would make her know that he was hers forever too.

He looked at her face in his hands and said, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.  I want you to know that I am yours, forever.”  He kissed her lips that were still swollen from the hungry kisses they shared last night.  He had her several times last night and wanted her again now.  He could see that she was just as ready and willing as he was.  She smelled of soap and her hair still had the scent of the both of them from last night’s lovemaking.  She gave him a look of longing as she rose to straddle him.  She kissed him as she slowly lowered herself on his rock hard cock.  He could feel her encase him with her body.  The sensation alone with the jets and the gentle rocking of her body as she moved up and down on top of him was enough to drive him insane. 

He tasted the skin of her neck just under her ear and found it salty from the exertions of last night.  Her breasts were tight and her nipples hard as she pressed them against his wet and slippery chest.  She grabbed at the back of his head as she arched her back, rocking into him again and again.  He could feel the force of her hands on his neck as she kissed him with determination.  He pulled her head toward him with her hair laced through his fingers to deepen the kiss.  She tried to hold out as long as she could but she could not hold back any longer as she screamed out in pleasure.  He allowed himself his release when he could feel the contractions of her body when she had reached her peak. She crashed on to him and they stayed where they were a little while longer as she enjoyed him holding her tightly in his arms. 

When she let him go she returned to lying with her back against his chest and they talked for a little while until the smell of food brought them out of their trance.  All that activity of the last 10 hours had made the both of them very hungry and Jo must have made it in to the kitchen to cook breakfast and make coffee.  He quickly washed her hair and they both brushed their teeth and got dressed.

When they were walking into the kitchen, Grace could hear Michael talking to Jo.  Grace put a hand out to stop Zane from going any further.  She wanted to hear what Michael was saying.  Michael was asking Jo what her take on Gracie’s new husband was.  They distinctly heard Jo say that she had never seen Grace happier and she supported this marriage and he should too.  Just then she looked at Zane and said that it was alright to go in. 

“Good morning guys.  Jo it smells wonderful in here.”  She went to Jo gave her a hug then pulled out two mugs from the cabinet and poured coffee into them. 

Zane went and sat next to Michael, slapping him on the back as he sat down.  “Good morning Michael and Jo.  Grace is right.  It does smell wonderful in here.”

Jo smiled at all these compliments.  “Breakfast is coming right up.  I made you a breakfast casserole.  It should be out in about 5 minutes.  Miss Grace, are we still on for dinner tonight, Miguel wanted me to let him know if he was still to join us this evening.”

“Yes, I am so glad he can come.  Zane, I can’t wait for you to meet Jo’s husband Miguel.  Here is your coffee, sweetheart.”  She smiled sweetly at her soul mate as she passed him a mug.

Michael was watching silently.  Something was odd about this man.  He couldn’t place it or even know where to start looking for it.  He could clearly see that the two were very much in love.  Try as he may, he could not hate this man.  The two of them were well matched.  Zane had an amazing effect on his cousin.  Emily was telling him to accept it before bed last night, saying that this was the real deal, but he was not absolutely ready to give in.  Grace had far too much to lose if this ended badly.

“Gracie, I have set up the meeting for 10 am tomorrow morning.  You better prepare Zane for meeting Aggie.  Zane will need to be prepared for her sharp, ribbing comments.  She is going to be furious that you did not make him sign a prenuptial agreement.  On Monday after we return, I will contact a realtor for the properties that you wish to sell. I have also written all necessary documents for the title transfers you requested for the other properties.  Emily was excited that you were giving her the vineyard but she is unsure why.  You will have to explain that to her and I want to be there when you do.”  Grace shook her head acknowledging she understood everything he said. 

“Now, we have come to the trust.  I will need to talk to you about this.  For whom am I to set up this trust?”  He asked, pen in hand. 

She looked at Jo and politely asked her if she needed to shop for the day’s meal and it turned out she did.  Jo excused herself grabbing her coat and purse and left the apartment.

“Make the trust for ‘The Brides of Theron and their children’,” she said.

He choked on his coffee and said quite loudly, “What?  Who the hell are the Brides of Theron and their children?  Is your husband part of some kind of cult or something?  Have you been brainwashed to give the entirety of your liquid assets to some crazy, half-baked initiative that no one has ever heard of?” 

Zane started to speak but was quickly cut off by Grace.  “I cannot define it at this moment but upon my leaving we will offer you proof as well as evidence of who these women and children are.  You need to understand that this is a highly sensitive matter.  It must remain between only us in this room.  This is bigger than you can comprehend Michael.”

“Bigger than I can comprehend?  Is someone you know being held for ransom by some sick son of a bitch?  We can fight against them you know.  The both of you are keeping something from me.  I deserve the truth.  I am sure I could handle the truth,” Michael said, very concerned about what was going on.