Page 177 of Seeking Shadows

I kiss him—hard, messy, like it’s the only thing that keeps us alive. His hands tear at my clothes, dragging them aside, trembling with need.

“I missed this,” he pants. “Missed your mouth. Missed your pussy. You don’t know how many nights I lay awake hard as fuck, wishing you were here. Wishing I was buried inside you again.”

"We were only apart for a week," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath, trying to make sense of the words.

Zane leans in closer, his green eyes darkening as they lock onto mine. "A week," he murmurs, the heat of his breath making my skin tingle. "But it felt like a lifetime."

"But you couldn’t resist that much, could you?" I add, my lips curling into a subtle smirk as I recall the way he fucked me in the shower after we reunited.

Zane’s smile curves into something darker, a hunger that flickers in his eyes. "I can’t fucking resist you," he growls, his voice rough and thick with desire. "Anywhere, anytime."

“Then take me,” I whisper. “Right now.”

His cock is already stiff, leaking precum, twitching against my thigh. I free him, stroking slowly, teasing the swollen tip through my slick folds until he curses under his breath.

“You’re soaked,” he growls. “You want this as bad as I do?”

I nod, breathless. “I want you. I need you inside me when the world ends.”

“Fuck—Mia…”

I sink down onto him in one slow, desperate motion. He chokes on a groan, forehead hitting my shoulder as I take him all the way in.

“You feel like fucking paradise,” he groans, shaking. “Perfect.”

I start to move, hips rolling with growing urgency. He clutches me like a lifeline, fingers digging into my ass, dragging me down harder each time.

His broken leg jerks, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. Just grits his teeth, letting me use him, letting me fuck him like we’re already ghosts.

“Faster,” he begs. “Fuck—ride me. Ride me until I can’t breathe.”

“I love you,” I cry, grinding harder, faster. “I love you. I just want this. I want you.”

He thrusts up into me with what strength he has left, cock hitting deeper, harder.

“Say it again,” he pants.

“I love you.”

His lips find my neck, biting down as he spills inside me with a deep, guttural growl. It sets me off — my orgasm crashes through me, violent and dizzying. I clench around him, crying out his name as he holds me so tightly it hurts.

We collapse into each other, breathless and undone, the air around us thick with heat, sweat, and desperation. Zane’s leg trembles beneath me—his injury clearly burning through his body—but he doesn’t let go. He holds me tighter, like I’m the only thing tethering him to life.

He winces, his jaw clenched from the pain. “Shit... that hurt.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I whisper, brushing my fingers through his damp hair.

“Because I’d rather feel pain with you than die without ever having you again,” he breathes, forehead pressed to mine. “If this is the end, I wanted to feel alive.”

The silence between us crackles, heavy and electric. Our bodies still joined, our breaths sync like a rhythm we’ve always known. Every pulse of him inside me is a reminder—we’re not dead yet. We still belong to each other.

And then, the thought creeps in.

“There’s probably cameras,” I murmur, glancing toward the corner of the ceiling, suddenly aware of just how exposed we are. “They could be watching us.”

Zane lets out a low, hoarse laugh, his voice wrecked from moaning, from pain, from love. He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my lips.

“Let them,” he says, voice thick with teasing affection, something raw beneath it. “Let them see how much I love you.”

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