He steps closer, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. My heart races, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach as he reaches for his mask. I hold my breath, begging him silently to take it off, and when he does, I can’t help but stare at him, my pulse quickening at the sight of his rugged features, the way his eyes darken with need.
“Now, this is better,” I say, my voice shaky but confident.
“Much better,” he agrees, his gaze sweeping over me like a physical caress. “You’re fucking stunning, you know that?”
I bite my lip, heat rising to my cheeks. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Cute.” He steps closer, his hands cupping my face, and I lean into his touch. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long fucking time.”
And just like that, he kisses me, the pressure of his lips igniting a fire in my core. My hands find their way to his chest,fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I pull him closer. He tastes like mint and something sweet, and I can’t get enough.
“Zane,” I breathe, lost in the sensation as he kisses a path down my neck. “What are we doing?”
“Something you’re going to love,” he whispers, his voice sultry and teasing. He moves lower, kissing down my collarbone, and I gasp at the sensation of his warm mouth against my skin.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I admit, feeling vulnerable yet so alive.
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression softening. “I’ll be gentle with you. I promise.”
“Okay. I trust you,” I say, though a part of me is still nervous.
He grins, his confidence infectious. “Good. Because I’m not holding back.”
His lips find mine again, deeper this time, and I can feel his hands sliding down my body, fingers exploring every curve. When he slips a hand between my thighs, I moan into his mouth, my body arching toward him instinctively.
“God, you’re so wet,” he growls, and the way he says it sends shivers down my spine. “I have been dreaming of this. I am so fucking obsessed with you, Remy.”
“Dreaming?” I echo, feeling a rush of heat at his words.
“Yeah.” He pushes me back against the wall, his mouth trailing lower, and I gasp as his lips brush against my inner thigh. “Just relax. I’m gonna take care of you.”
He doesn’t waste any time, his mouth working its magic as he kisses his way up my thigh, and when his tongue flicks against me, I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, you always taste so good,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he dives in deeper, his mouth working me over expertly.
“Zane,” I moan, my body responding to every flick of his tongue, every gentle pull of his lips. I’m losing myself in the pleasure, and I can’t think of anything but him.
“Just breathe for me,” he says, looking up at me, and the sight of him between my thighs sends another rush of heat through me. “You’re so responsive. I love it.”
I nod, but my words get lost as he doubles down, sucking and teasing until I’m trembling on the edge. “I’m— oh my god, don’t stop!”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” he urges, his voice a low growl that sends me spiraling over the edge. I cry out as the wave crashes over me, and my body quakes with pleasure, every nerve ending lit on fire.
He drinks it all in, the way I writhe and moan for him, and when I finally come down from the high, he’s there, his mouth brushing against my thighs as he pulls me back against him.
“Damn, that was hot,” he breathes, and I can see the lust in his eyes. “But we’re not done yet.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, still a little dazed.
He smirks, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a condom. The sight of it makes my stomach flip. “I want you. Now.”
“Zane…” I start, but the way he’s looking at me makes it hard to think.
“Trust me,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Just focus on me.”
“Okay,” I breathe, trying to keep myself steady.
Zane’s gaze darkens with desire as he steps closer, our bodies just inches apart. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Let’s move to the couch,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down my spine.