Page 64 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

Zane responds in kind, his hands roaming my back but always staying respectful. When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily. The air around us feels charged, heavy with possibility.

“Bedroom?” Zane asks, his voice rough with desire.

I nod, taking his hand and leading him down the short hallway. The wood floor is cool beneath my bare feet, a contrast to the heat building within me. As we cross the threshold into my room, I feel a moment of panic. This is really happening.

Zane must sense my hesitation, because he stops and turns me to face him. The moonlight streaming through the window casts half his face in shadow, but his eyes shine with warmth and intensity. “Before we go any further, I want to ask you something,” he says, his voice steady and sure. “Will you submit to me tonight? Will you let me be your master, trusting me to guide and pleasure you?”

I look up into his eyes, seeing nothing but care, desire, and a promise of something more. In this moment, I make a decision. I’m tired of letting Noah’s shadow control me. I want this—I want him on his terms.

“Yes,” I say, my voice soft but resolute. “I’ll submit to you, Master Zane.”

The growl that escapes him sends a shiver of anticipation through me. He pulls me close, kissing me deeply, passionately, before whispering, “Good girl.”

He leads me to the bed, his hands firm and confident on my body. Zane guides me to sit on the edge, then he stands back to look at me, his eyes filled with lust and approval. “Wait here,” he commands, then he turns to my closet, rummaging until he finds a few silk scarves.

He returns to me, running the soft material through his fingers. “I’m going to bind your hands,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring. “Is that alright with you?”

I nod, offering him my wrists. He wraps the scarves around them gently but firmly, then he ties them to the bedpost. I’m left lying on my back with my arms stretched above me, completely at his mercy. A thrill of excitement and vulnerability courses through me.

He leans in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers commands. “I’m going to touch you here,” he says, his voice low and seductive, before his fingers trace a line down my ribs. I find myself surrendering completely, trusting that Master Zane will catch me, guide me, and give me the pleasure I crave.

“Remember, you have a safe word,” Zane murmurs, brushing his lips against my neck and sending a jolt of electricity through me. “If you ever feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say red. Everything stops. Got it?”

I nod, whispering, “Yes, Master Zane. I understand.”

His smile is slow and sensual, a curve of his lips that makes my heart race. “Good. Now, let’s take our time with these beautiful curves,” he says, tracing the outline of my body through the thin fabric of my dress. I arch into his touch, already craving more.

He moves deliberately, his fingers gliding over my skin like it’s sacred ground. Every touch is intentional, and every stroke is designed to stoke the fire inside me. He pulls my dress over my head, leaving me in just my lace bra and panties. His eyes darken with appreciation, taking in every inch of me.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He leans down, his lips capturing one of my nipples through the lace, teasing it with his tongue until it hardens into a tight bud. I gasp, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.

He moves to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands never stopping their exploration of my body. I squirm beneath him, needing more, needing him. Hechuckles, the sound low and sexy, sending vibrations through my skin.

“Patience, my sweet,” he whispers, trailing his fingers down to the waistband of my panties. “I promise, the wait will be worth it.”

He hooks his fingers into the lace and slowly, tantalizingly, pulls them down, revealing me inch by inch. I’m trembling now, every nerve ending alive and aching for his touch. He discards the panties then sits back, his gaze burning into me.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands softly. I hesitate for a moment, feeling a flush of embarrassment, but the hunger in his eyes and the promise of pleasure compel me to obey. I spread my legs, opening myself to him completely.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence. His fingers gently part my folds, his breath warm against my most sensitive flesh. “Now, let’s see how you taste.”

His tongue flicks out, a quick, teasing touch that leaves me gasping for more. He chuckles again, the sound vibrating against me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I’m at his mercy, and I’ve never felt more alive.

He begins to explore my body with his mouth, each kiss and lick sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His hands continue their gentle exploration, his fingers dancing over my skin and heightening my sensitivity to every touch. I let out a soft moan as he focuses on a particularly sensitive spot, my body responding to his every move.

Zane raises his head, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. “You taste so sweet,” he whispers before returning his attention to my body. His fingers slip inside me, filling me up, and he starts to set a slow, steady rhythm. My body begins to tremble, my breaths coming in short gasps as I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm.

Just as the pleasure builds to its peak, Zane stops, withdrawing his hands from my body. I whimper in frustration, craving more, but I see the smile on his face, and I realize he’s just beginning to play with me.

He reaches for the bedpost, his movements fluid and controlled, and unties one of my hands. “Touch yourself,” he commands softly, his voice filled with the same urgency that’s coursing through my veins. “I want to see you come.”

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I can do what he’s asking, but his eyes never leave mine, filled with encouragement and lust. I follow his command, moving my hand to my drenched folds, mimicking his earlier touches. I moan as I find my rhythm, my body responding to my touch but amplified by the intensity of Zane’s presence.

As I reach the peak of my pleasure, Zane’s free hand moves to cup my breast, and his thumb flicks my nipple, sending me over the edge. I cry out, the orgasm washing over me in a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure. I feel Zane’s hand on my arm, his thumb stroking a soothing pattern as he waits for the tremors to subside.

When I finally catch my breath, he presses his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. “You were incredible,” he murmurs, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction. “But we’re not done yet.”

Zane’s words send a shiver down my spine, even as I tremble from the aftershocks of my intense climax. He’s still fully clothed, his physique imposing above me, as his large hands explore my naked body with a confidence that arouses me even more.

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