5. Mira

5

MIRA

He curls his hand around the back of my neck and parts my lips with his tongue. He tastes me slowly and deeply.

I'm not sure how anyone survives without this. I've been drowning and touching him is like taking my first real breath in way too long.

Will we be able to walk away from this?

"We can't," Zane pants against my mouth.

Did I say that out loud?

"What?"

He hitches me around his waist and stands up. We stumble forward and I'm sandwiched between the wall and the hard press of his erection against my stomach. I instinctively shift closer, and Zane's teeth scrape over my neck in a growl.

"We can't do this in here." He says it with obvious regret in his voice.

I need this to happen here . If we leave—if he takes me back home—it will be so much harder to do what I have to do.

Suddenly, he picks me up and turns around.

I cling to him. "Where are we going?"

"I'm not going to fuck you in this filthy bathroom."

As we leave, I blink around the room and, yeah, okay, I was seeing the room through I'm-about-to-be-murdered glasses before. Followed quickly by fuck-me-now glasses. It's disgusting. It needs a deep clean… followed by an exorcism and a speedy demolition.

Zane throws me back on the bed. The mattress springs protest and then erupt in a full-on riot as he falls over me. "It's bad enough I'm going to have to fuck you in this bed." He lifts my dress around my waist, his fingers hooking in the sides of my panties. "You should be in our bed. In our house."

I whimper at his words as much as the brush of his new facial hair over my hip, between my thighs.

He drags my panties down my legs and kisses his way back up, pressing my legs apart as he goes. "I should've had you like this every day, Mira. Do you hear me?"

He parts me with his fingers, and I don't hear anything except the whirr of blood in my ears, pulsing to the same beat I feel in my core.

Zane tastes me with tentative strokes at first that deepen with every shift of my hips, every groan I can't hold back.

When I fist his hair and haul him closer, he growls and tilts my hips to his mouth. He buries his face inside of me and I forgot anything could feel this good.

He's right. I need this every day.

How am I going to walk away?

"I need it," I pant, rolling myself against his mouth and his tongue. "Please."

All at once, he stops. Zane drops my hips and crawls over me. His lips are slick from me and his eyes are dark and blazing. "Say it again."

"Please?"

He shakes his head and curls his hand between my legs. "Say it again."

I frown before I realize what he's demanding. "I need it."

He rewards me with one finger, sliding it deep. He watches it disappear inside of me. "Again."

"I need it," I pant, arching to take another of his thick fingers. "I need you ."

Zane works his hand inside of me, curling and stroking until I'm fisting the scratchy comforter and panting his name. "You need me, Mira," he breathes against my neck. He kisses my stomach and my hip, his fingers never slowing. "You can't leave again. You have to stay. You need this."

If he's trying to change my mind, he's doing a world-class job. Consider me a convert.

Zane thrusts his fingers into me at the same time he seals his mouth over my clit, and I'm gone. Airborne. On my way to another dimension.

My body spasms and shakes, and he follows the rise and fall of my release, easing me down with gentle touches until I'm a puddle of relief on the bed.

"God, I missed the sounds you make when you come for me." Zane drags the straps of my dress down my arms and peels it off of me, throwing it to the floor. His pants are next and then he's stroking himself, studying every inch of me like I might disappear again.

And I will.

Soon.

But for now…

I wrap my hand around him, and Zane is more than willing to let me take control. He presses into my hand, his teeth biting into his lower lip. When I stroke the tip of him over myself, working him into the mess he left between my legs, his eyes drop closed.

"Fuck, Mira," he groans. "Like fucking silk."

In one move, he rips my hand away, pins our tangled fingers to the mattress, and sinks into me.

I whimper as he stretches me. When he's buried deep, he drops his forehead to mine. "Perfect."

I'm not sure if he means me or the way we fit together or the way this feels.

I agree, anyway.

"Yes." I lift my hips, rolling against him and taking him deeper. "Yes."

He retreats and then dips in and out of me in tiny increments that build a slow and steady fire in my core.

"Zane…!" I grab his ass and try to take him deeper.

"I want to touch you like this all night." He takes my nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the pebbled tip. "I don't want it to end. We have so much lost time to make up for."

"We can't do it in one night."

We can't do it at all, actually. This is it. The end.

He teases me open once and again. He slides deeper with each thrust until he's finally filling me. Until I'm clawing at his back and catching my breath and?—

"I'm coming!" I gasp.

I bite his shoulder to stifle my scream, but Zane presses me down to the mattress and watches me fall apart. The few seconds I can manage to crack my eyes open, he's studying me with a hungry expression.

He pulls out of me, still hard, and kisses down the center of my body. Then he grips my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed.

My hair fans out above my head, my limp arms stretched out to either side. I'm spent and Zane is sliding into me again.

"How many times can I make you come?" he asks, almost to himself. If there's a scientific study, I'd volunteer.

Heat is already building between my legs, and I toss my head to the side, weak and wanting. And I gasp.

"The door is still open!" I throw my arms over my chest like I might be able to retroactively keep anyone who might have walked by from seeing anything. "You never closed it after you?—"

Zane scoops me into his arms, still inside of me, and carries me across the room.

The frame is cracked and splintered, but when Zane kicks the door closed, it latches somehow. He presses me against it and drives into me like we never stopped. Like this is the only thing we were made to do. The only thing we could ever need.

I kiss him, swirling our tongues together and telling him in the only way I know how that I want nothing more than to be here with him.

I want to stay , my kiss says. I would give anything to keep you.

My legs are wrapped around his waist and he finds my hands. Our fingers tangle together and he lifts them over my head, holding me between his hands and his cock. He drives into me until our lips break apart. It's all I can do to keep breathing and take him.

The door rattles in the frame and I'm sure everyone in the rooms beside, above, and below us can hear what we're doing, but I don't care. I'm too far gone.

"Mira," Zane pants, driving into me harder and faster. I feel his hips stutter and he's close, I'm close, we're both so fucking close.

My body quivers with the start of another orgasm that doesn't even feel possible when suddenly?—

"More," Zane demands. He drops me to my feet and spins me around.

My hands slap against the wood door as he fills me from behind with a groan that I feel in every dark, shadowy corner of my heart.

If I loved him any less, I'd stay. I'd steal every last touch and kiss and orgasm he wanted to give me until my past caught up with us both and he had to pay the price.

But I don't. I can't.

I leverage myself against the door and arch my hips. He growls at the new angle, his fingers digging harder into my skin.

"Come with me," he demands.

I'm about to tell him it's impossible. I'm surprised I'm still standing.

Then his hand slides around my hip and he's circling my throbbing center and I toss my head back.

"How?" I ask in a breathless laugh as I clamp down around him again.

Zane curses under his breath, breaking the smooth rhythm his hips have been working into me. Then he seals our bodies together—his thighs flush with mine, his cock buried deep. I feel him jerk inside of me, and I grind against him, dragging out this moment as long as I possibly can.

"Holy shit, Mira. This is…"

His voice trails off, but I know. I know.

Zane comes inside of me for what feels like an eternity. Then he collapses against me, flattening me against the door until I can't breathe and I don't even want to.

Once we've caught our breath, he tucks my hair over my shoulder and kisses my neck, my shoulder. He slides out of me and carries me back to the bed.

We sleep. Or, I think we do. But when my eyes open again, Zane is curled behind me, the hard length of him pressed to where I'm already wet.

He slides into me and we rock together until I'm burying my cries in the pillow and he's whispering in my ear, "You're safe with me, Mira. I'm going to take care of you. I'm never going to leave you. I'm never, ever going to leave."

"I know you won't," I whisper back.

But I will.