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What had started as a much-needed vacation quickly turned into a nightmare.
Luna restlessly paced back and forth in the villa's bedroom, leaving track marks on the lush, beige carpet, the sound of running water muffled by the closed bathroom door. She wrung her hands together as she walked, a nervous fidget that did little to comfort her. Unable to withstand the anxiety spiraling within her head, she stopped, letting her hands fall to her sides. With a sad sigh, she glanced out the bay windows, admiring the calm serenity of the wilderness that contradicted her inner turmoil.
The dawning sun shone through the snowy mountain peaks in the distance, the golden rays bathing the room in a soft glow, reflecting off the mirror above the oak dresser. It was beautiful, the colors of the cloudless sky blooming with shades of magenta and coral, reaching toward a vibrant blue that stretched beyond the summit of Mt. Eternal.
It would have been a spectacular sight to behold up on the observation deck. However, instead of enjoying the romantic view with the one she loved, she had to rush back here due to his stubbornness and aversion to admit when he needed help.
This was supposed to be a vacation, a place where she and her boyfriend could relax and enjoy each other's company without all the stress from work, but it seemed the cruel realities of fate had other ideas.
Everything had been going so well. The fact that Zayne had agreed to take some time off from the hospital was already a hard-earned victory. He had hesitated when she initially brought it up to him, which should have raised some red flags, but she was too focused on whisking him away for the weekend to realize.
At that time, she figured he had been reluctant to leave his duties unattended due to his dedication. So, she resorted to batting her eyelashes and tempting him with the promise of sweets from his favorite confectionary. The joy she had felt at his acquiescence had been palpable. She stole a quick kiss from him and assured him that she would take care of everything.
Looking back now, his reaction, or lack thereof, left much to be desired…
As much as she hated acknowledging it, Zayne had been… distant for the past few weeks. She noticed him taking more of his lunch breaks in his office instead of going out with her. Her calls would go unanswered all day, or she would be left on read for hours. He was a cardiac surgeon. It was normal for him to be incredibly busy, but to ignore her completely? That wasn’t like him.
She wouldn’t deny that it made her uneasy, that perhaps his tolerance of her silly antics was wearing thin, or he was hiding something. Her bad habit of always jumping to the worst conclusion reared its ugly head, taunting her and making her question every decision she had ever made in their relationship.
But she tried to brush her insecurities aside. Maybe he just needed to get away from all the chaos of the hospital. It would be a great opportunity to rekindle their passion and remind them why they were together. She needed it just as much as he did, if not even more so.
The ideal destination was a couples retreat in the mountains just outside the city. She had been so excited on the morning of their departure, bouncing on her heels at the train station with an infectious grin, his fingers securely intertwined with hers. He looked happy, too, that subtle smile he reserved just for her tugging on his lips as he relished her enthusiasm.
The villa she rented was gorgeous. It was tucked into the side of the mountain, surrounded by pine trees, and completely isolated. She spared no expense, requesting all the amenities. A full kitchen and a spacious living room lined with giant windows that faced Mt. Eternal, along with a stone fireplace and giant deck.
The master bedroom looked straight out of a fairytale. The bed even had rose petals sprinkled on the duvet with a chilled bottle of champagne and two flute glasses on the nightstand. But the real attraction was the private hot spring nestled right behind the house. It was perfect.
The first night they spent together was nothing short of magical, making love until they were both boneless and exhausted. Waking up this morning with his arms wrapped around her had been the balm she needed to soothe her troubled heart. The poisonous remnants of uncertainty about his feelings for her burned away into ashes, blowing away with the howling wind.
She was so sure of his love for her; she could feel it with every tender kiss and gentle touch. She wished she could have stayed that way forever with him, never to face the outside world again.
However, the carefully crafted fantasy she held onto so tightly shattered into a million pieces when they were headed up the mountain path to the observation deck.
The plan had been to watch the sunrise and have breakfast at the little cafe located right next to the popular overlook, but, unfortunately, they never made it past the first split in the road. As they had traversed up the path, she slipped on a few unstable stones while trying to prove how great of a hiker she was, nearly tumbling down the steep slope into the ravine below.
As fast as lightning, he caught her before falling. The embarrassment at having made a fool of herself fizzled the instant his hands touched her. They were freezing, ice forming on the edges of his sleeves. It had been a bitterly cold morning, but not nearly cold enough to cause that kind of severe temperature drop. A horrifying realization dawned on her.
His Evol was acting up. Again.
Obviously concerned, she had confronted him, demanding he tell her how long this had been happening. But he kept denying it, pretending as if it wasn’t an issue, telling her to let it go as he wore a forced, uncomfortable smile that did not reach his eyes. He even physically nudged her forward to continue on the path to the observation deck. Oh, that made her furious.
She grabbed his hand and turned around, announcing that they were heading back to the hotel, leaving no room for discussion. Thankfully, he didn’t fight her, obediently walking beside her silently. When they returned to the villa, he headed straight for the bathroom, claiming he needed a hot shower without so much as a second glance in her direction. He’d been in there ever since.
Tearing her gaze away from the captivating landscape outside the villa, she sat on the luxurious bed, still disheveled from the previous night's activities, impatiently waiting for him to open the door.
Luna picked at her fingernails, biting at the skin of her lips until she tasted metal, ruminating over the past few weeks. Place a gun in her hands, and she could fight Wanderers tirelessly with a ferocity and fearlessness that rivaled the most skilled Hunters, but when it came to matters of love, she had never felt so lost. It certainly didn’t help when the man of her desire was as stubborn as a mule and had the stoicism of a statue.
Zayne was so frustratingly difficult to read sometimes. In the beginning, his stony exterior had been formidable against her hammer of persistence as she bludgeoned her way through to his heart. She had thought her constant badgering had worked, chipping away the frozen facade and finally revealing the sweet, compassionate man she knew him to be. Even uncovering a sense of humor as dry as his ice, which she found incredibly endearing.
He was so gentle, so considerate. Though rare and easily missed, his soft, genuine smiles were so special and full of warmth that her heart fluttered just thinking about it. Even when he was scolding her for not taking better care of herself, his pointed lectures always ended with him pulling her close and whispering to her that he only wanted her to be safe and healthy. He was a true gentleman and everything she had ever wanted in a partner.
She loved him. So much that it hurt. The thought of losing him…
The fragile fragments of her heart threatened to rip apart, leaving nothing behind but splintered shards and open wounds. Those tumultuous feelings that she had held at bay for so long rushed back to the forefront of her mind, corrupting every happy memory they’d ever shared. She was angry that he would lie to her, ignoring his condition and refusing to let her help him. She was worried that he had hurt himself or had done irreparable damage when he had saved her from falling. Terrified that he had become fed up with her behavior and had only been tolerating her eccentricities.
Why else would he keep something as important as his Evol acting up from her? Unless… he didn’t feel comfortable letting her see him in such a vulnerable state.
Did he… not trust her? Not truly love her?
Vines embedded with the sharp thorns of anxiety and doubt tangled together in her chest, constricting her heart and making it difficult to breathe. Tears formed in her eyes, overflowing with the crippling fear that maybe he was not as in love with her as she was with him.
Panic began to set in. Her hands shook, and her breath quickened, shorter and faster, as the burning tears finally spilled onto her cheeks, leaving hot, wet tracks in their wake. Her body became weightless, the floor beneath her feet unsteady, and her sense of up or down completely distorted. Her world expanded and collapsed in on itself like a dying star, exploding into a black hole that consumed her entire being.
Luna took a deep breath. In and out. She tried to focus on her surroundings, what she could see and hear to anchor her to reality, to keep her from soaring into the yawning, endless abyss.
Breathe. Just breathe.
After a few agonizing moments of pure terror, the rising tide inside her ebbed slowly and calmed, her faculties returning bit by bit, the dense fog engulfing her mind dissipating. She swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in her throat, willing away the dread with a final, shaky exhale.
A sudden wave of fatigue hit her, making her limbs feel heavy. She needed to divert her attention away from her catastrophizing. Zayne had been in the shower for a concerningly long time, and even though she was still scared, his well-being far outweighed any of her spiraling thoughts. She desperately needed clarification from him, but that could wait until she knew that he would be okay. She shook her head and stood up, shifting her focus to his health. That was now her top priority.
With renewed resolve, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, set her feelings aside, and lightly knocked on the bathroom door. The rushing water suddenly stopped, as did her heart for a fraction of a second.
Though muffled behind the mahogany door, she heard Zayne call her name, a hint of pain in his voice, “Luna, I…
“What’s wrong?” She asked hesitantly, not really expecting a straight answer but praying that he was now willing to share his burden with her.
After a few beats of tense silence, he responded, “Could you get me a towel? It’s right there on the rack by the door.”
She glanced at the rack, “Yeah, sure.”
Fighting back the onset of discouragement at his simple request, Luna grabbed the towel and returned to the bathroom. Before she could reach the handle, Zayne swung the door open, a thick cloud of steam billowing out from behind him, hitting her in the face. Just how hot was that water to create that much moisture?
Once it cleared, to her confusion, she spotted a towel already wrapped around his waist. She was about to question why he had asked her for one if he already had a towel, but the inquiry died on her tongue as her eyes rounded, and she gasped.
A thin sheen of ice covered the left part of his bare chest where his heart lay underneath. Web-like tendrils spread from the shimmering cluster, traveling over his shoulder and down his arm, encasing his bicep in an arctic mesh. The air around him was so frigid that a shiver went up her spine, tiny snowflakes swirling off his body. His skin should have been flushed pink from the scalding water, but he was ghostly pale, his lips tinged with a faint hint of blue.
This was much worse than she had thought. Oh no…
She reached out for him instinctively, “Zayne…”
“It’s nothing.” His words were curt and dismissive as he avoided her gaze, shutting down her attempt to help him. Practically rejecting it.
She recoiled, retracting her outstretched hand like she had been burned. It felt like he had stabbed her in the heart with one of his ice shards. His denial of his condition, even when it was on full display right in front of her, sparked the raging storm inside her once again. However, instead of falling into the pits of despair, boiling anger replaced her misery.
Was this how it was going to be? Would he hide from her and pretend that everything was alright? Was he ever going to let her in? Did he even want to?
She glared at him and finally snapped, “Fine. And here I was worried someone would freeze to death because of his Evol!”
He blinked, his brows softening at her outburst as he looked at her. The glimmer of some indiscernible emotion in his eyes was not enough to quell her scathing resentment. Luna could not bring herself to care, blinded by her own vexation. “Excuse me for having the audacity to care about you.”
She threw the towel at him, turned on her heels, and headed toward the bedroom door. She needed to get out of here. She couldn’t let him see the fresh, stinging tears brimming in her eyes, the quiver in her chin, the trembling of her hands. This man was driving her insane, and she needed to leave before she said something she would regret or break down crying like a pathetic child. This was all just too much.
Before she could take two steps, she felt a cold hand wrap around her arm, stopping her. She hissed at the icy feeling of his fingers.
“Wait.”
The unusual urgency in his voice made her hesitate. She wanted to shake him off, reject him as he rejected her, but instead, she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly.
“What?” She asked cautiously.
“Come here.”
With a petulant huff, she allowed herself to be dragged backward into the bathroom as Zayne pulled her into his embrace with her back to him. She couldn’t help the little jolt as she touched the ice on his chest, the frosty sensation bleeding through her clothes. He unfolded the extra towel she threw at him and wrapped it around them both. Hugging her from behind, he rested his head on her shoulder with a relieved sigh.
Luna involuntarily shivered as his breath ghosted across the shell of her ear. While her anger had not completely cooled, it simmered down with his strong arms around her. The air in the room was still warm from the shower's steam, combating the frigid temperature of his body. She relaxed in his embrace, her hands grabbing his forearms tightly. Even with her anxieties still gnawing at the back of her mind, his presence suppressed them to quiet, indistinct murmurs.
After a long while of comfortable silence, she plucked up the courage to ask the question that had been tormenting her since they returned to the villa. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” She whispered, hating how meek and vulnerable she sounded.
Zayne hummed, nuzzling her neck, “I’ve been quite busy at work recently…”
She wanted to roll her eyes. Of course, he would give her a generic answer, but she was prepared for that. Undeterred by his attempt to dodge the question, she leaned back against him, tilting her head to the side to allow him more access to her skin, unable to deny his affection. “That’s not an excuse. You need to take this more seriously.”
Without realizing it, her tone had taken on a more professional lit, mimicking Zayne’s usual demeanor during her appointments with him. She felt him try to stifle his laughter as the irony was not lost on him.
“I’m getting a sense of deja vu. What about you?”
She breathed out a short laugh, but there was no humor behind it, “Yeah, I feel it, too.”
Huh. Was this what it was like being a physician? Having to deal with unruly patients who avoided admitting when there was a problem and tried to bury all evidence of their pain? Now I understand why he gets so irritated at me sometimes.
Another moment of silence passed between them before she spoke, “Are you going to pretend everything is fine whenever you can’t control your Evol?” Her voice wavered, those pesky tears threatening to form again, “Do you not trust me?”
“It’s not that.” He answered quickly, squeezing her tighter against him to ensure she understood. He lifted his arm from underneath the towel, opening his hand to show her.
“I can control it.”
Slowly, he clenched his fist. Her heart plummeted as she watched the glittering frost seep through his fingers and crawl over his knuckles. She grimaced at the sight. Apparently not.
With a resigned sigh, Zayne buried his face against her neck, hiding his hand from view as if ashamed, “This is my problem, not yours. You shouldn’t feel concerned.”
Before he could wrap his arm around her, she quickly snatched his cold hand and brought it to her chest, ignoring the ice burning through her clothes. “If I can help in any way, then it’s no longer just your problem.”
She knew he would try to argue, so she did not give him the chance, pressing on with conviction, “I’m ready to face whatever comes our way. We’ll do it together, but you must let me in first. Are you willing to do that?”
Zayne straightened, placing his hands on her shoulders, and turned her around. His eyes, deep green with golden hues, pierced through her. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face as his hands came to rest on her waist. She waited with bated breath for his answer, her stomach twisted into knots.
“Alright.”
With just that one simple word, all of her worries and fears instantly melted away, and the massive weight of her insecurities lifted from her heavy heart. All of the doubt that had been festering within her immediately diminished, and she couldn’t withhold returning his smile tenfold. She reached up, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Zayne turned his lips to her palm, pressing a delicate kiss against it.
The tension in the room suddenly shifted, no longer stifling under the air of uncertainty but lit with a spark of desire that quickly spread to them both. His gaze, hooded and unwavering, held a fire simmering behind them, making her mouth run dry and her knees weak.
She was momentarily dazed, and he took the opportunity to gently nudge her toward the sink, backing her up against it, the towel draped around them dropping to the floor. He pressed his forehead against hers once her back hit the counter, tucking her hair behind her ear. A cool breeze brushed against her face, and she realized it was his thumb stroking her cheek. He leaned down and pressed another kiss, cold yet gentle, to her lips. A simple, chaste touch that left her heart racing and craving more.
But as much as she yearned to continue, she needed to hear his commitment to never keeping something like this from her ever again. Before he could deepen the kiss, she pulled away, much to his noise of displeasure.
Luna leveled him with a serious expression, her brows coming together as she frowned, “Promise me you will tell me when this happens again. I can’t bear the thought of you going through this alone.”
She watched as his eyes flicked back and forth between hers and could see the conflict brewing inside them as he struggled to answer her. Seemingly coming to some sort of resolution in his head, a small smile appeared on his lips as he cupped her face with his cold hand.
“I promise this will be the last time you need to worry about me.”
Luna wanted to believe him, but that cynical part of her was not reassured. Those sweet words belied the glimmers of pain still lingering in his eyes, that of which he could not hide. Not from her. But, she would accept his vow and hold him to it. Should he break it… well, they would just have to cross that bridge if they ever came to it.
Zayne captured her lips with his once more, and she eagerly accepted him, her hands coming up to the back of his neck to tangle in his still-wet hair. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss as his hands traveled down her body to grasp at her waist. He lifted her up to delicately place her on the counter, and she spread her legs, allowing him to step between them, pulling her close without breaking the kiss.
As her hand moved from his neck to his shoulder, she vaguely noticed that it was slightly warmer than it had been before. Shocked and now distracted, she abruptly drew away from him to look down, seeing the icy tendrils becoming fainter and retracting back into the shrinking cluster on his chest.
“Zayne, look!” She exclaimed, smiling. “The ice. It’s receding!”
He glanced to where she indicated, a crease in his brow. The crystal embedded in his flesh shrunk before her eyes until it melted away, disappearing into his skin. Zayne rolled his shoulder a few times, testing his muscles and mobility. Seemingly satisfied with what he felt, he grabbed her hand, which was still placed on his shoulder, and brought it to his chest where the cluster had been, holding it against his racing heart. She beamed at him, looking up into his eyes that were gazing at her with a longing so powerful that it took her breath away.
“It appears that I have found my remedy.”
Luna took a stuttering breath, practically swooning as tears welled in her eyes once again, yet this time, it was not of sadness but of pure, radiant joy. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fervently, their mouths moving more desperately against each other, hot, messy, and feverish.
He swept his tongue along her bottom lip, and she opened to him at his silent request, letting him invade her senses and intertwining their tongues together. She poured all of her love into that searing kiss, moaning softly as he explored her mouth, a steady, familiar warmth pooling in her abdomen.
His hands grabbed her hips and yanked her forward. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her core through her clothes and the towel still wrapped around his waist. She lightly ground up against him, the pressure on her clit making her gasp. He let out a soft grunt, his grip on her tightening.
She needed him. Now.
Luna pulled back slightly, a bit lightheaded as she begged sweetly against his lips, “Take me to bed?”
“Hmm.” He mused with faux contemplation, his breathing heavier. “I was planning to warm myself. However,” His eyelids lowered, pupils dilated as lust bloomed within. He pressed his body to hers forcefully, the deep rumble in his voice positively sinful, “I believe that would be the most efficient way.”
Luna let out an indignant squeak as Zayne lifted her from the counter, holding her up by her ass and spinning around. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, her arms encircling his neck as his comforting scent enveloped her, making her dizzy. Like fresh pine and crisp ice, she mused, peppering hot kisses along his cheeks and jaw.
Gently, he laid her down on the bed and crawled on top of her, resting his hips in the space between her legs. A thrill of arousal swooped in her abdomen at the predatory gleam in his wanton gaze, a flash of heat rising to her face. His eyes were so captivating as they flicked down to her soft lips, yearning to taste her again. She reached up and dragged him down for another kiss. He groaned against her greedy mouth, reciprocating her neediness as his tongue massaged her own. She ached for him, desperate to feel him inside her, moving within her and reassuring her that he still loved her.
Eager hands delicately roamed over his broad shoulders, down his muscled chest, and over the many scars that marred his skin. Her head was filled with a maelstrom of potent desire. His taste was intoxicating, and she drowned in the sensation of his tongue sliding against hers, his lean body a comforting weight atop her own.
She frantically grabbed the zipper of her jacket and pulled it down roughly. Without hesitation, he helped her get rid of the troublesome article, nearly frenzied in his movements, leaning up so that she could pull her arms through the sleeves. Zayne was usually such a patient, considerate lover, prolonging the pleasure and teasing her until she begged for mercy. Except now, his eyes were so intense, leaving no room for doubt that he craved her as much as she craved him.
He grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and looked at her with a silent question, to which she responded with an urgent nod. At her approval, he lifted the garment up and over her head, throwing it to join the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving her in her black, lacy bra. She had worn a racy set of lingerie to surprise him tonight after their romantic day together, and by the way his eyes lit up at seeing the sexy piece, she blushed, turning her head away. Large, warm hands trailed up her waist to rest just below her breasts, goosebumps spreading on her skin at the sensual touch.
Zayne leaned down and pressed adoring kisses over her cheek and down her neck, the small smile tugging on his lips only fueling her embarrassment. How often had they been together like this, and she still got so shy under his scrutiny? It would have been pathetic if not for his talented tongue tracing indiscernible patterns down her chest, chasing away her ability to feel any shame. She took a shuddering breath, watching as he stopped at the edge of her bra.
Just as he was about to pull away the fabric, a beam of sunlight hit her in the eyes, causing her to squeeze them shut and flinch away from him. They had been so wrapped up in each other that they had forgotten that the curtains were wide open, giving quite the show to any passerby or poor woodland creature. They were in a secluded area surrounded by a dense forest, but that didn’t mean she wanted to risk it. She did not have an exhibition kink.
“Hold on,” Zayne said, his voice low with a hint of amusement. He fumbled for the remote that controlled the motorized blinds, pressing the button with a little more force than necessary. The morning sun's rays slowly dimmed until the only light in the room emanated from the lamp on the nightstand, shrouding them in an intimate glow.
“I’m sorry. I forgot,” she muttered, covering her face with her hands, worried that she had ruined the mood. She peeked out from between her fingers, gauging his reaction.
He shook his head, tossing the remote aside, the device landing on the floor with a loud thump. Zayne grabbed her hands and pulled them down to secure them to her sides. He sat up on his knees, admiring the woman below him. His eyes were much softer and tender than they were before, and he looked at her reverently, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
A scarlet blush painted her cheeks as she squirmed, her heart fluttering at his undivided attention, “Don’t just stare at me.”
Like a switch had been flipped, his gaze darkened once again, his deep timbre sending pleasant shivers through her body. “I have no intention of just staring,” he murmured, hand coming up to tug on the dainty strap of her bra.
Luna reached behind her to unclasp it, tearing it away from her chest, the cold air of the villa causing tingles to spread through her skin. She shivered.
Zayne swept his tongue along his bottom lip, leaning forward and pressing fiery kisses to her bare chest. She arched into him as he roamed to her breasts, flicking his tongue against the hardened peak before sucking it into his mouth with a breathy sigh. His hand came up to cup the other mound, kneading her flesh and rolling her nipple between his fingers, sending electricity down her spine and directly into her clit. She hummed as she carded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her as he teased her bud with his teeth.
The wetness accumulating between her legs had become uncomfortable as her panties clung to her heated skin. She ached to press her legs together, to get some kind of friction, but his body wouldn’t let her. So, instead, she began to roll her hips against him, grinding on his stiff length, urging him to move faster. She loved his affections, but this wasn't enough, not nearly enough. She needed more…
Zayne grunted, momentarily distracted by the shameless way she was rubbing against his stiff cock. His lips twisted into a smirk, “Impatient, are we?”
“Obviously!” She whined, all inhibitions lost, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Good.” He pulled away from her, grabbing the towel around his waist, ripping it off his hips, and tossing it aside. “So am I.”
Her eyes rounded when she saw his cock, bobbing heavily between his legs. It looked painfully hard, the thick shaft curved upward, the red tip beading precum. She moaned at the sight, biting her lips in anticipation of his girth spreading her open.
Zayne reached for her pants, undoing the button and gripping onto the edge. He yanked them down, along with her black panties. She kicked them off urgently, spreading her legs and revealing her bare cunt to his view.
His mouth practically watered at the sight of her pink, glistening folds coated in her excitement, and he visibly swallowed. He gently dragged his fingers down her stomach, the muscles in her toned abdomen twitching. As he reached her center, he took two fingers and grazed the outside of her opening. She gasped at the touch, her hips wiggling for more pressure. Zayne brushed a tentative swipe at her clit with his thumb, dipping further down to gather the moisture dripping from her entrance.
She hissed at the intrusion, her body becoming tense on reflex. His gaze flicked to hers, concern drawing his brows down, “Still sore?”
“A little,” she grimaced.
He smiled reassuringly, leaning forward to press a delicate kiss against her red lips, gently cradling the back of her head. “Just relax.”
She sucked in a breath as his index finger entered her, slowly, the wetness that had seeped out aiding his slide inside her. He worked his digit in and out cautiously, watching her face intently for any discomfort. When he found none, he added another, stretching her aching walls and hitting that one spot right behind her clit that had her racking her nails down his arms. Expert fingers trained in surgical precision worked her body with practiced ease, overwhelming her senses with blissful pleasure.
His thumb circled back to her swollen pearl, massaging the slippery, engorged nub back and forth, up and down, never letting her adjust to the rhythm. He knew exactly where to touch to set her nerves alight, stoking the embers searing her from the inside out and hurtling her toward that razor’s edge. The tension in her abdomen rose sharply, threatening to explode. She bucked against his hand at a particularly rough hit against her sweet spot, the pressure building higher and higher, the strokes of his curled fingers picking up speed.
“Zayne,” she whined, rolling her hips along with his thrusts, “I… I’m…”
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice low and husky. He nuzzled her neck and laid gentle nips on her skin, “Come on. Cum for me, love.”
The mounting pressure inside her snapped at his words as white-hot pleasure engulfed her brain, her vision shrouded in bursts of stars. She threw her head back with a cry of his name, arching her back as her legs shook from the waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. Her cunt clenched around his fingers, her fluids coating his hand as she undulated against him. Zayne slowed his movements until the tremble in her legs ceased, and she collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily.
Bleary-eyed and disoriented, she was distantly aware of him removing his fingers from her twitching center and giving her a deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as the pleasant aftermath of her orgasm gently rocked through her, trying to catch her breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised against her lips. She preened at his approval, humming as she smiled deliriously up at him. God, she loved this man.
Though she was still limp, she jolted when she felt the blunt head of his cock slide up her cunt, slathering the head with her juices and bumping against her tender clit. Zayne grabbed his dick with the same hand that had been knuckles deep inside her, pumping himself twice with her slick before settling the tip at her weeping slit. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him, eager to finally be connected with him, throwing her arms around his neck to tangle in his hair.
The pleasure from her orgasm numbed her momentarily, erasing the soreness from earlier. She mewled helplessly as his cock pressed inside her, his thrusts shallow at first, gaining an inch with each retreat. The stretch was not as bad as it was last night, but it still burned slightly. Had he not brought her to orgasm once prior, it would have been painful.
He repeated the process carefully until his hips were pressed flush with hers, one hand holding him up by her head as the other held her on the dip of her waist. She whimpered, gripping onto him as he settled between her thighs, that sweet fire blooming across her body. She felt so full, her soft walls clenching down on the large intrusion, causing his eyelids to flutter.
“Mmm, you're so tight,” he groaned, his eyes unfocused and blazing, his pupils blown with lust as a vivid, pink flush colored his usual stoic face. Watching him fall apart from just the first thrust gave her a sense of pride that she was the one who could make him feel so good that he lost his composure. His arms trembled with the restraint to keep still, “I need you to relax, sweetheart, or this will be over too soon.”
She shook her head vigorously, biting her lips. “I don’t mind.” She didn’t care. She wanted him to lose control; needed him to show her how much he loved her, how badly he craved her. Luna tightened her thighs around him, the dull ache in her cunt slowly dissipating, rolling her hips up once to spur him on, “Please, move.”
At her desperate plea, Zayne swooped down and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, pulling his hips back before surging forward roughly. Her walls clamped down around him, the fit incredibly snug and wonderfully deep. He was so thick, so hard and hot that her eyes rolled back. She could barely breathe as he slid his cock in and out, gradually increasing the pace that had her bouncing up along the bed with every thrust. He nosed along her cheek, down to her neck, licking and pressing firm kisses all along her skin.
“So good.” He lifted off her body onto his knees, his large hands grabbing her hips and tilting them up for a different angle. She mewled, the shift of his cock slamming against that perfect spot that had her digging her fingers into the sheets as he fucked her senseless. “So mmm, perfect for me.”
The lewd squelching of skin slapping against skin filled the air, sending a flush of warmth across her overheated skin, the tension rising in her pussy becoming unbearable. She writhed below him, grasping at anything to hold onto her sanity. His brows were drawn tight, mouth hung open as he huffed, “I’m close.”
Luna reached up for him, and he dropped back down, letting her run her hands over his shoulders. She locked her legs around his hips, pulling him in with every rough buck of his hips. “Don’t leave me,” she begged, her eyes shining with tears of overstimulation.
“Never,” he vowed, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’ll never leave you.” His pace suddenly turned urgent, faltering in his desperation. He slid his palm down her thigh, pushing it against her chest, allowing him even deeper. “Fuck. Luna, I'm-”
“I love you,” she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was just as close to the precipice as he was, and she knew just what to say to throw him off that cliff with her.
“Ngh!” His words dissolved into a guttural moan as she felt his cock start to throb rhythmically, burying himself as deep as he could into her abused cunt. His orgasm triggered her own, and her walls spasmed around his twitching length, every muscle in her body convulsing with the waves as it wracked through her. She shuddered as he continued to fill her with his hot seed, his thrusts languid, ensuring not a drop was wasted until he stopped completely.
They remained that way for a long time, trembling and basking in each other's warmth. Somehow, he still retained the strength to keep most of his weight from crushing her.
After a while, he pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled out slowly. She whimpered at the terrible empty feeling from his absence. Unable to move, she lay there with her legs spread and eyes closed, trying to calm her racing heart, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body. She heard the sound of running water before something wet and cold was pressed against her core, but she didn't have the energy to react.
She peered down and watched lazily as Zayne methodically cleaned her between her legs with a damp washcloth, leaving a few loving kisses to her very sensitive clit. Her legs jerked at the overstimulation to her swollen nub, and he smirked, leaving her with a teasing lick.
Once satisfied with his work, he discarded the towel and climbed into bed, turning her on her side and pulling the sheets over them both. She was too tired to move on her own, letting him maneuver her however he deemed fit. He situated her so that her back was against his chest as her head lay on his bicep.
“Are you tired?” He asked, his hand rubbing up and down her arm soothingly.
Her body felt heavy, leaden with an encompassing blanket of fatigue. The negative thoughts that once plagued her mind at the beginning were now only a distant memory. No longer able to resist the tempting pull of sleep, she let her eyelids close, snuggling back into his chest, “Mmhm.”
“You should rest.” He kissed her on the shoulder, “We'll visit the overlook tomorrow. There's no need to rush. We have plenty of time.”
Before he had finished speaking, Luna succumbed to her exhaustion. In the early morning light, she fell asleep wrapped in his protective arms. Dazed, she felt a biting cold engulf her hand. Within the ethereal confines of her dreams, Zayne’s voice echoed, a painful melancholy laced within his gentle tone.
“Let me stay by your side… for just a little bit longer…”