Long fingers curl around my hips, digging in one by one with a preparing grip, and I have no time to take an inhale and wait as Zane slips his length into my hot core, the engorgement so fulfilling I gasp, my tight * reacting immediately. Apparently, he was keeping it calm for the first penetration because as he withdraws and I mew in displeasure, his second thrust is harsh and unforgiving. He drives into me with relentless power, over and over again with raw, unbridled passion. This is Zane claiming me. As his hands grip onto my hips with bruising force, I feel him dig his fingers in, not caring about the marks it’ll leave behind. The touch burns, but it’s pleasurable. It’s addictive and I feel claimed. I feel owned. I feel renewed. I feel as if I’m right where I’m meant to be.
I bury my face into the sheets; my hands claw at them as he pounds into me with relentless stamina. I feel my body preparing to burst into flames, but Zane doesn’t seem to find that a concern as he thrusts into me with command and force. If this is the reminder he wanted to have, my body won’t ever forget it especially as I feel the pit of my stomach begin to clench and my eyes roll closed.
As I come, and I feel my legs begin to shake, and it’s Zane who holds on tighter, ramming me full with his length and keeping from collapsing. Even as I explode and I smother my scream with the sheets, it’s Zane who keeps driving in and out of me, doing as I so wish. It isn’t until he stills to come, his grip constructing that I’m able to recapture some oxygen into my lungs. Even then I’m not left with much time as Zane withdraws from me only to pick me up and turn me over. I move onto the bed more, my back against the mattress. Zane soon follows, grabbing my legs and forcing them up. I’m powerless as he rests my ankles by his shoulders and places his hands either side of my waist on the bed.
I can see this small, sanctimonious smirk on his face, but my irritation over it disperses as he, once again, penetrates me whole. This time he’s slow with his pace. He doesn’t demand an orgasm this time, he rocks in and out of me, allowing me to buck my hips in unison and join the pace. His eyes fall on me, heavy and sultry, and I wish for anything to kiss him. This time the build up to my orgasm is slow and drawn out, but as I feel the low burst begin, I react the same. My eyes flutter closed before I gasp and stutter. Zane follows quicker this time and on his come down, releases me enough for him to start kissing over my entire body.
Soon we’re side by side, wrapped in one another, kissing as if the arousal is just beginning, not just ending. With careful moves, he makes me feel loved and wanted. That right now isn’t solely about staking claim. As he pulls me close to his body, I know I should withdraw from the embrace. I already let this escalate to sex. I told myself that I wouldn’t fall for his charm, but I just couldn’t help but want him. It doesn’t help that the way he is holding me is different. This could be the one thing that changes my every self-teaching and causes me to become unbidden. I came back a changed woman, colder, heartless, but while in his arms I feel like nothing has malformed at all. We’re completely entwined, his lips on my forehead, and I feel like I’m cured of all my misdeeds.
“I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” he suddenly whispers into the electrified air around us and moves so his forehead is pressed lightly to mine.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I murmur back without thought. “But we need to make boundaries.”
“Why?” he asks me, confused and a little irate.
“Because you have to prove yourself to my father before you get me. He made that stipulation very clear, and I want nothing to jeopardize what we’re both clearly feeling.” I remove myself from his hold enough to sit back and have this conversation. “We have to be clever over this. Security will know we’re back together, and if I know them, it’ll be news my father will know.”
“Fine,” he relents, and we just settle back down.
“Amelia! Zane!” my father’s brisk voice penetrates the air outside of the room. “Family meeting now.”
“And that’s why,” I state, giving an eye roll. “We’re off limits when it’s not safe,” I tell him, pushing up from the mattress so I can quickly dress. When I pull my panties up my legs, I look at Zane and realize he hasn’t even moved yet. “Don’t just hang around, Zane. If we’re not downstairs in two minutes, we’ll have a search and rescue to deal with. That’s a party I don’t want finding us while you’re buried balls deep in me.”
“My cock is very lonely right now, so nothing for them to catch,” he jokes trying to play it cool. He’s still yet to realize just how serious this life is.
“C’mon,” I tell him, grabbing my top from the floor by the bed. “I’m giving you a minute to get dressed.”
“You think it’ll take me that long to get dressed?” he comments, still remaining unmoved. “I just wanted to watch you for a moment.”