5. Viviana #2
“This was the first time I ever saw you.” His voice sounds distant as his fingers run over the sliver of my face in the painting. “I knew the moment I saw you then, that you were the one for me. I’m pretty sure that was the moment I fell in love with you.”
A soft smile curves my lips. “You didn’t even know my name then.”
Zane shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. That was the day I decided you would be my wife.”
I guess I can’t fault Zane for knowing what he wants and believing in it so deeply.
I lean my head against his shoulder, loving the tender way he talks about me like I’m precious to him, and his arms immediately wrap around me.
Looking up into his blue eyes my breath catches in my chest. The soft way he looks at me will never cease to amaze me.
Slowly, he leans down to press his lips to mine, and I stand on my tiptoes to get even closer to him. My hands gripping the collar of his t-shirt to keep him from pulling away. One of his arms bands around my waist and his other hand delves into the hair at the nape of my neck.
Zane shifts forward and his knee slides between my thighs, causing tingles to shoot down my spine.
The rough fabric of his jeans presses against me.
The thin leggings I put on this morning doing very little to stop the friction.
A moan tumbles out of my throat when his arm around my waist pulls me tighter against him.
“I just love the noises you make,” he groans into our kiss.
I let go of the death grip I have on his collar to push the hem of his shirt up, and let my fingers trail over his abdomen.
It’s not enough and he’s too tall for me to pull his shirt off without him helping me.
A frustrated rumble leaves me as I pull my hands out of his shirt, and the crisp sound of a blade ripping through fabric makes him pause.
Carefully he pulls away from my lips to look down at his newly sliced open shirt, then his eyes trail down to the small knife in my hand.
“How am I supposed to get to the house without a shirt on?” he asks, blinking at me.
I shrug with a pleased smile on my face. “You’re not. Maybe I want to keep you locked away in here where I can have you all to myself.”
His shoulders roll. “Works for me.”
His lips crash back down against mine and then he’s tugging Sloane’s hoodie over my head before dropping it to the floor.
My sports bra is next to land on the pile, and I tug Zane down onto the floor with the clothing, making him practically fall on top of me.
He trails kisses down my neck and across my collar bone, and when he rolls one of my nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, my back arches.
Hitching my leg high on his waist, I thread my fingers through his hair as he takes my other nipple into his mouth. “Fuck Zane. Please just fuck me.”
He nips at my nipple before pulling back to look down at me.
My hands run up his chest and over his shoulders to push the scraps of his tee shirt off.
The angry scars on his left side are stark against his pale skin, but they don’t detract from his overall beauty.
I’ll say this a hundred times if I have to, Zane is a beautiful man.
Fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, and he tugs them down and off in one swift movement. “No panties?” he questions, looking down at my bare pussy.
“I figured Cain can’t steal them if I’m not wearing any.”
A smirk plays at the corners of his lips as my hands go to the button of his jeans.
Once I’ve got them undone, I push his jeans and boxers halfway down his butt, needing him inside of me this instant.
Grumbles leave me when they’re not as easy to remove as I would like them to be, and Zane’s hand catches my wrist just as I go to slice into his pants with another knife.
“I don’t even know where you got that thing, but let’s not use sharp objects near my penis. ”
My eyes roll at that. “If I wanted to castrate you, I would have done it already.”
Not giving me the opportunity to prove that, he plucks the knife from my hand and tosses it a few feet away before kicking off his pants and boxers.
Finally, there’s nothing separating us.
Arching my back, I press my breasts against his chest. His hand is soft as it trails down my side, and I squirm, needing his touch in other places. When he just continues his gentle ministrations, I hook my leg around his knees and flip us.
Zane’s eyes widen as he looks up at me from his new position beneath me, his chin tilts back and his jaw tightens as I grind down on his cock. “Fuck.”
I grin at the effect I have on him. Hands grasp my hips as he helps them move faster, and my clit rubs against his shaft, shooting pleasure up and down my spine. The expressions that cross his face are addicting, a mixture of pleasure and anguish.
Nails dig into my hips as I roll them over him. “Please,” he gasps.
I pause, looking past my nose at him. “Please, what?”
“Please just fuck me already,” he says, mirroring my earlier words.
“Condom?” I question, looking around the room like one will just crawl out of the woodwork.
His hands frantically grasp his jeans, and he yanks out his wallet before pulling a square foil package out and tossing everything else away.
I accept the condom when he offers it to me, carefully ripping open the package before taking the slimy roll out.
I scoot back to straddle his legs and look down at his cock, jutting out ready for me.
A moan leaves Zane’s throat as I wrap my hand around his length and give him a couple pumps. “Viv,” he gasps my name.
Biting my bottom lip, I pull my hand away only to roll the condom down his cock. When it’s secure, I raise myself up over him and reach between my legs to hold him steady at my entrance as I slowly lower myself onto him.
His hips arch up into me when I move too slowly for him, but I don’t allow him to take control. My feet hook over the top of his thighs so I can keep control of our pace, causing a growl to leave him when he’s unable to thrust up into me.
Zane reaches around me to pull my feet off his thighs, then bends his knees, widening his thighs to brace his feet on the floor. One arm wraps around my waist, pressing my chest against his as his other hand buries in my hair and grabs a fistful at the roots.
He starts thrusting up into me with fast, hard movements, and I clench hard around him at the overwhelming pleasure he’s forcing my body to feel. “Zane! Yes, just like that.” He starts thrusting harder. “Fuck!” I gasp.
I’m so close. My head tilts back, my breath trapped in my chest. And just as I’m about to fall over the edge I hear the faint sound of the doorknob being turned.
Yanking my chest away from Zane, I fling Sloane’s hoodie over his chest and turn toward the door as it’s pushed open.
Thunk.
Cain looks up slowly from his phone to see the knife embedded into the doorframe three inches from his head. “What th…” His voice trails off as he turns his head toward us.
“Seriously where are those coming from?” Zane demands, but I ignore him.
Cain’s brows raise at the other knife I’ve got in my hand, poised over my shoulder to throw at him. “Get out!” I snap, fully ready to embed my knife into his thigh if he doesn’t leave.
Zane’s hips lift and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. I spare a moment to glare down at him, only to see a mischievous smirk is curving his lips. “Let him watch.”
My eyelids feel heavier as I try to focus my thoughts with that mental image floating around in my head.
Why is that a bad idea? I can’t seem to recall as I look down at Zane. Though when he thrusts up into me again the hoodie covering him reveals a sliver of his scars. “Your shirt,” I gasp.
He grits his teeth and turns his head to Cain with a hard look in his eyes. “Turn around,” he snaps.
Cain narrows his eyes at the order but turns his back toward us anyway. Before I can even try to get off Zane, he flips us so I’m under him. Sitting back on his ankles, he tugs Sloane’s hoodie over his head, never dislodging himself from me. “That’s better.” He smirks down at me.
He grabs one of my calves, setting it against his shoulder, and when he leans down to brace his arms on either side of my head, he manages to push himself even deeper inside of me.
A soft moan leaves me as he pulls his hips back slowly before pushing back in.
“You can turn around now,” Zane says as he slams into me.
Glancing up, I see Cain turn, his mouth dropping at the new scenery. A hand clamps around my throat and my eyes swing back to Zane. “Eyes on me. He just gets to watch how perfect you are when you come all over me.”
A pitiful moan leaves me as he slams into me. My nails try to find purchase in the fabric of the hoodie he’s wearing as he thrusts into me with abandon. “Zane! I’m going to come if you keep that up!”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Good. Show him how good I can make you feel.”
He balances himself on one arm and snakes the other between us to rub tight circles on my clit.
My back bows and I cry out, gritting my teeth to try and prolong this, but it’s no use.
I fall over the edge as I cry out his name.
My whole-body trembles and I clamp down around his cock, curses leaving his lips as he follows me over the edge.
Zane’s careful as he takes my leg off his shoulder. His thumb brushes against my clit and my back bows as I whimper from how sensitive I am. He bites down on his lower lip before slowly pulling out of me. “You’re so perfect,” he tells me, before getting to his feet and helping me to mine.
A blush covers my cheeks when I see the puddle on the floor where we were laying.
Zane walks over to the sink and pulls a towel out of the cabinet beneath it.
I expect him to hand it to me, but Zane would never do anything so simple.
Instead, he dries me off before doing the same for himself, soaking up the mess from the floor and then tossing the towel into the corner.
“You should probably go meet up with Nox,” he suggests, handing me my leggings.
I turn to the door to find that we’re the only people in here now. I’m not sure when Cain left, but he didn’t close the door all the way when he did.
“Yeah, but I can just do it later if you need my help,” I offer as I hop on one leg, trying to stick my foot into the leg hole.
Zane grabs my elbow to steady me and I tug up my pants, standing to look at him with my sports bra clenched against my chest. “Don’t worry about it. I have to stay while the still works, so I’ll just finish up Sloane’s present while I’m out here.”
I look over to the distillery and the jar at the end that’s now got a little bit of liquid collected in the bottom. “If you're sure,” I say slowly.
He grins. “I’ll be fine.”
I stand up on my tiptoes expectantly and he leans down to give me a kiss. “I’ll see you later.” I pull on my bra and hurry out of the shed toward the house.