ZARAMANNI (BOOK ONE)
PART TWO: CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

As the Beta tilted his head to the other side while his fingers continued to provocatively rake her hair, Zara found herself leaning into their demanding lip-lock some more.

When his hand pulled her closer and closer to his body, Zara found herself moving sensually. It was as though her lower body suddenly had a brain of its own.

The way she ground against him made her feel good. And she wanted more of that new yet thrilling feeling.

Suddenly, the kiss came to an end.

Zaramanni let out soft gasps when Zoey held both sides of her face and looked into her eyes dearly.

“I have always imagined this moment. Where I have you in my arms, where I get to know what you feel against my body, where,” his chin went on to rest on the top of her head and he rubbed his jawline against her hair like a pet acting cozy with its owner, “I get to teach you what a man’s touch can do.”

When their eyes connected again, Zoey’s words which were spoken with the lowest, most seductive tone ever, rang in Zara’s mind.

She didn’t even notice that the man’s hands had cupped her buttocks.

Beta Zoey lifted her off the floor. He had her straddling him in that standing position, and Zara’s pubic area felt something other than its sudden needs.

She felt a poke against the thin film of material that covered her vulva.

That unintentional poke felt huge and it teased her centre when she gently moved her body to make herself more comfortable in his hold.

Zoey’s hands also made things hard for Zaramanni.

His hands had managed to shift her nightgown to expose a great amount of her lap which appeared significantly thick as she relaxed more.

Those hands of his pressed softly into her skin and aroused her greatly. And those hands made sure she was secure against his body.

To survive the overwhelming feeling that came with that moment, Zara leaned in for another round of intense kissing.

As Zoey responded to her request and made her lips and tongue experience things she never thought were possible, Zara found herself wondering why having sex never appealed to her before that very moment.

Sex always seemed like a ridiculous thing.

Even when she accidentally walked into Colin, their butler, and her granny having penetrative intercourse while making grunting noises mixed with laughter, she found the activity stupid.

But as her center kept feeling a thrill thanks to the thick erection pressing against it, as her lips felt swollen yet pleasured while Zoey sucked, gritted, and licked, Zaramanni finally understood why people desired intimacy.

It was very likable.

She had barely been touched and she was already feeling extremely pleasured.

Zoey’s lips were still devouring Zara’s and the man had a faint grip on the back of her neck.

The moment became more heated and Zoey’s legs staggered.

To gain more support, he made her lean against the door.

When her back hit the cold surface, her lower body experienced a tilt and her clitoris was suddenly jabbed by the thick member growing in Zoey’s pants.

“Oh,” Zaramanni moaned softly at how stimulating that simple action was.

Zoey broke the kiss, stared at her with a smirk on his lips and his hands went on to grip her waist.

Then, he continued, “I couldn’t take it anymore.” With her breaths getting thick, Zara watched his lips for words yet to come. “I kept thinking about you, and it almost drove me crazy. When I came back from the council meeting,” the back of his right hand traced an arousing line down her face, “you were all I could think about.”

The council meeting…

Zaramanni instantly recalled why she followed Zoey into that room.

As she gradually lifted her eyes to stare into his, she wondered if he was going to make mention of her sudden appearance in that meeting.

If he does mention it, Zara decided she would take a risk and tell him the truth about her identity.

When Zara pulled out of her thoughts, she found herself laying on the huge bed in the room. As her body sank into the softness of the furred sheets, Zoey hovered over her.

His hands on either side of her head, he began to move seductively.

Zoey’s entire body doing a sexy wave, his rhythmic movement occasionally caused their groins to meet. His growing erection jammed her growing wetness which was being exposed gradually since Zara’s hips could not stop bucking.

As he moved, Zoey’s lips landed on the skin above her right breast.

Her nightgown was still an obstacle. So, after he planted some kisses on that portion of her skin, he used his teeth to rip the material so that a great deal of her chest was exposed.

Zara never thought of her bosoms as special looking.

To her, they were not big enough to be attractive but, as Zoey stopped his sensual dance to latch his hot lips onto her nipple, her degrading view of her breasts deflated instantly.

“Ahh,” she cried happily as her entire body shivered with pleasure.

One of her hands cupped a portion of Zoey’s thick neck as the man didn’t stop at that one action.

With his other hand gently squeezing her other breast and his thumb playing with its hardened nipple, his tongue licked the bud in sight.

He swirled the wet tip of his tongue over the tiny pores that uniquely designed her nipple, his teeth then slightly grounded the tautness of her tit.

“Zoey…” Zara sounded like she was crying as that moment became more and more intense and exciting.

Her hips were now dancing crazily, her legs were almost wrapping around the man’s waist as she began to look for ways to relieve herself of the growing frustration between her legs and within her body.

Kissing sounds filled the room when the Beta kissed the bridge between the breasts. His lips then traveled to the other breast and did the same provocative thing he did to the other.

Soon, as her breathing thickened more and more, and as her chest rose and fell while she had a certain plea in her eyes, Zoey got rid of her gown.

Ripping sounds existed for some seconds as the cloth met its end.

Zaramanni’s entire body was exposed, including the area with the growing wetness, and he began to trail kisses to her lower abdomen.

Zoey’s lips were almost approaching her vaginal area when he suddenly stopped and sat up.

Staring into her eyes, a huge smirk on his face, he took in the view in front of him.

One of his hands traced its electric touch over the softness of her body.

Where she had scars, his fingers lingered and caressed. He did that until he got to her neck area.

He wrapped his fingers around her neck and Zaramanni released a soft gasp.

With a look of dominance settling in his eyes, Beta Zoey uttered softly, “So beautiful.”

Zara shuddered because of his words, his touch, and the entirety of that moment.

The entire thing happened suddenly. She never imagined that she would be in a man’s bed, but there she was, unable to move well or resist because it all felt so good.

As his fingers that were wrapped around her neck gently caressed her skin, while they occasionally traveled to the back of her ears to induce moaning sounds from her mouth, he said, “I am so happy, Zaramanni. Ask me why?”

“Wh-why?” Zara’s voice was faint.

“Because this moment, which I keep dreaming about, has finally come to pass.” He shifted closer and he withdrew his hand. His thighs spread further and the protruding member in his pants pressed against her exposed vulva. “Because I get to be the first to touch you, feel you, and hold you.”

After he planted a brief kiss on her navel button, Zara asked, “How do you know you are the first to touch me?”

Zoey took one of her legs, held it straight in the air, and while he maintained eye contact with the girl, he replied, “You make it obvious. And,” he kissed her ankle, “I can read your mind.”

Zara chuckled, her hands covering her face when her laughter intensified. “I can never get used to that,” she said.

“Look at me, Zaramanni,” Zoey gently commanded.

Her chuckles reducing, Zara followed his request.

His soulless eyes now filled with intent and passion, the Beta began to trail short kisses from her feet, all the way to her mid-thigh.

Even his kisses made her feel crazily needy.

Zara felt something seep out of her twitching vagina as that moment became more passionate.

Zoey dropped that leg and took the other, kissing it ao the mid-thigh area.

When he was done, he sat up again, and called, “Zaramanni.”

“Hmm,” she responded. Zara noted how her lower body kept doing things she never knew she could do.

“Spread your legs for me.”

His request aroused her greatly.

And, Zaramanni did as he asked.

His hands now holding onto a section of her lap, his head buried itself between her legs and Zara experienced an advanced form of pleasure

His lips landed on her tensed clitoris and Zara’s body shook violently for some seconds. A small cry was released as well.

The feeling was so overwhelming, she wanted Zoey to stop so that she could catch her breath.

But he did not give her struggle a chance.

Without mercy, he licked and sucked and teased. He rubbed and kissed. He probed and poked.

The nerves in her clit kept receiving such intense actions and soon, Zara approached a certain peak, a peak she later came to realize was one of the stages of orgasm.

A peak that made her feel delightful relief and pleasure. A peak that made her appreciate herself more.

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Zaramanni woke up in her bed.

For a second, it almost seemed like the moment with Zoey was a dream but she was clothed in a huge shirt that reeked of Zoey’s intoxicating scent.

Still lying on the bed, Zara crossed her legs and recalled the unexpected, mind-blowing, delightful moment she had in Zoey’s arms.

That man had successfully made her more attracted to him.

A small smile landed on her lips when she remembered that she was once told that staying in Zenrada would be an opportunity to experience new things.

The person that said those words was right.

Apart from her sudden teleportation, display of powers, and excited murder thoughts, she got to know what a man’s touch was like. And she wanted more.

It felt like a feel-good monster had been unlocked within her.

Zaramanni crossed her legs more so that her vaginal area could feel somewhat pressured. Then, she wondered what would happen the next time she meets Zoey.

Her thoughts strongly excited her.

“Miss Zaramanni?” a voice called from the entrance.

When she sat up, she saw that it was the guardian that was in charge of caring for Clarissa that had called her.

Instantly, Zara looked to the side

Clarissa was not in her bed.

She was about to panic when the man said, “One of the guardians took Clarissa for a walk. It seemed like you were enjoying your long sleep so we decided to leave you.”

“Oh,” was all Zara said even though she was still bothered about Clarissa.

“Uh… I brought a gift.”

”A gift?” Zara asked and her sight darted to the small, dark-brown gourd in his hold.

“Yes, it is our custom in Zenrada to welcome our visitors with a drink. I apologize for not fulfilling that duty soon. Things have been very hectic.”

“Oh,” she laughed softly. “It is fine.”

”Here.” He handed the carved bottle to her once he got to the end of her bed. Before she could set it aside, he quickly said, “It is rude if you don’t take at least a sip.”

”Oh!” Zara felt uneasy. The man smiled at her and he urged her to drink up. And, she eventually took a few sips. The drink didn’t taste terrible.

“That’s good. Welcome to Zenrada, Miss Zaramanni. I hope you enjoy your stay in The Crown-Blood Pack’s manor.”

“I will.” That was certainly not a lie.

After she set the bottle aside, the man left and Zara became the only one in the room once more.

She rested against the head of the bed and instantly felt a weird spark in her head.

Her eyes felt drowsy. She suddenly couldn’t feel her hands and her feet felt funny as well.

Before she could make total sense of everything, her eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep.