Chapter 0203
“I’m not sure I can,” she whispered, her gaze falling to her injured leg.
I gripped her hips firmly, shifting her as I thrust deeper. Her lips parted softly as another wave of pleasure began to build.
She braced her hands against my chest, riding me with slow, deliberate movements. A soft groan escaped her each time she sank all the way down.
“Oh, Zachary.” Her eyes squeezed shut, head tilting back as her inner muscles clenched around me, drawing my release until I spilled into her.
She collapsed against my chest, our ragged breaths mingling. She looked up at me through her lashes, a silent question in her eyes.
I already knew what she wanted to ask. She wished we could stay like this, hidden away from everything, if only for a little while.
But the words never left her lips. She swallowed them back, knowing the answer before she even spoke. The small voice calling for me from outside shattered the moment.
“Is it always going to be like this? Interrupted by your child?” She gave a weak smile.
I winked. “She’s your child now, too.”
Instead of frowning, she slid off me and moved carefully toward the bathroom. Her limp was barely noticeable, though the pain lingered. She would always carry the scar, the missing muscle—a permanent reminder. Yet my chest swelled with pride at how fiercely she’d adapted.
“Lottie,” I called out, grateful I’d locked the door when I heard the handle jiggle. “Go find Athena or Alexander. I’ll be down soon.”
Her small footsteps pattered down the hall, likely dragging that worn teddy bear along with her.
I found my mate already under the shower spray, water sluicing down her curves. Her nipples pebbled under the heat. My cock throbbed as I watched her hand glide over her wet skin, down to her core.
She traced slow circles over her clit, fingers dipping into her folds as she leaned back into the water.
“I know you’re watching me, Zachary.” Her voice was husky, and my length twitched in response.
She directed the shower head between her legs, a moan tearing from her throat. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I yanked the door open. She dropped the shower head as I lifted her, her legs locking around my waist. I pinned her against the cool tiles, consumed by raw hunger.
Her arms wound around my neck, lips crashing against mine. Our tongues tangled as she rocked against me, teasing my erection.
I gripped her ass, hoisting her higher, folding her almost in half as I brought her knees over my shoulders and pressed her firmly against the wall.
“Zachary!” Her eyes flew wide as I entered her. She thought she’d taken me deep before—this was something else entirely.
I thrust once. Her mouth fell open in a soundless gasp.
I captured her lips, molding them to mine.
Withdrawing slightly, I drove into her again. Her body shuddered against mine, her teeth grazing my lip. She was already clenching around me by the time I thrust a third time. Fuck, she felt incredible.
She tried to buck against me, but this angle left her powerless. All she could do was dig her nails into my skin as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. She screamed my name.
My pace slowed as her tightness pulled me over the edge once more.
She lowered her legs but kept them wrapped around my hips. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at me, dazed.
She seemed stunned by the intensity of her release.
Isabella’s feet touched the shower floor. I steadied her as she swayed, legs weak from how thoroughly I’d taken her. Clearly, she’d never been fucked like that—not even during her heat with me.