SINFUL
Characters: Zayne [ Love and Deepspace ] X Female OC
MDNI🔞
Warnings: EXPLICIT/ SMUT/ FLUFF
Word count: 10,694❤️
Synopsis: Zayne and Elena have been lifelong "frenemies". But after this last mission that Elena comes back from, things seem to be different during the visit with her favorite doctor.
"I know, princess," His voice was nothing but a low growl now, his every breath sending chills down her spine. "I’m going to count you down, and you’re going to cum for me."
“You’re late,” Zayne said in his usual blunt tone, not even bothering to look up when Elena burst into the room.
If it were anyone else who booked an appointment right at the end of his shift, and then end up late for it, Zayne wouldn’t have bothered staying to wait. But since it was Elena… well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do that night anyway. Plus, he was too distracted by the other medical work he had to review to even notice the time.
Setting his folder down, Zayne finally glanced at Elena as she walked over to the seat and thought, God, this woman is going to be the death of me.
“Don’t look at me like that, Zayne.” Elena huffed as she shifted on the seat, “I just got back from a mission, just do the usual.
Zayne raised a brow, arms crossed over his chest
“You’re always back from a mission…”
He could see the scrapes and bruises on her body, the obvious remnants of yet another hard battle. Even though he was already used to seeing this, it didn’t stop him from letting out a low scoff.
“It’s not my fault I’m good at my job.” Elena smirked as she tilted her head at him.
Zayne rolled his eyes. He wasn’t in the mood for their usual banter tonight.
“Yeah, right. More like you throw yourself straight into danger every chance you get.”
He leaned back in his chair.
“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful? One of these days, you’re going to get seriously hurt.”
“Awe, would that upset you?” Elena teased as she bit her lip.
Zayne’s glare immediately darkened.
Why is it always like this with her?
“Don’t play coy with me,” he shot back. “I’d hate to be the one fixing your stupid ass up afterwards, and then wasting my time dealing with you while you’re stuck recovering.
Elena was taken aback, her brow furrowing.
“Alright, damn. I’m sorry ‘my stupid ass’ is such a nuisance.” She whispered.
Zayne immediately regretted his harshness, seeing that he had upset her. He was just frustrated… but that didn’t give him any excuse to be rude.
“It’s not that-“ He started, but then stopped himself. He was never good at apologizing.
Zayne got up from his chair and walked over to Elena. He sighed and stood in front of her, arms still crossed over his chest. “It’s not that you’re a nuisance.” His voice was quieter now.
“Whatever,” she sighed as she avoided eye contact with him. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Zayne exhaled in annoyance, irritated by how stubborn she could be. But he knew better than to argue with her when she got like this. He began the same routine check-up he always did on her, checking her heart rate, breathing, blood pressure, and other vitals. As he worked, he couldn’t help but frown at the numerous cuts and bruises on her body.
Elena continued avoiding eye contact as he examined her. But she couldn’t help the way her heart beat a little faster in her chest whenever he touched her.
As Zayne continued to examine her, his hands were gentle, but his expression was stern. His eyes lingered on particularly bad bruise on shoulder before he broke the silence.
“What happened here?” he asked gruffly.
“That? Oh…” she whispered as she looked at the bruise. “I may have gotten blown into a wall.”
Zayne’s jaw clenched. “You may have gotten blown into a wall.” He repeated, his tone dryly sarcastic.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. If there was one thing that drove him up the wall, it was when she brushed off her injuries like they were no big deal.
“What kind of fool thinks getting blown into a wall by a Wanderer is no big deal?”
Elena rolled her eyes as she squeezed her shoulder, “It’s just a bruise.”
Zayne’s eyes darkened. “Do you have any idea how foolish you’re being? You could’ve suffered serious internal damage for all you know!”
He grabbed her arm, his grip firm but careful to not hurt her. “You need to stop acting like getting injured every time you’re on a mission is normal. It’s reckless and irresponsible.”
Elena’s eyes shifted up to meet his. “Hey, sometimes being reckless is what gets me out of there alive. Okay?” She huffed in frustration.
His eyes glinted, his grip on her arm tightening. “And what if one day that recklessness is what gets you killed? What then, huh?”
Elena’s eyes narrowed, “Well then… at least you won’t be bothered with anymore of my visits.”
Zayne felt a pang in his chest at her words.
Don’t say that.
He wanted to tell her how much her visits meant to him. How she was the only one he ever wanted to see. But Zayne swallowed those words back. Instead, he just gritted his teeth and silently continued his check-up.
Elena breathed slowly and stayed silent, but Zayne could feel the tension in the air. Normally, she would banter and tease him the whole time. But now, she was uncharacteristically quiet. He continued to work in tense silence, his mind racing. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. He just wanted her to see how much her safety meant to him.
Finally, he finished up and let go of her. “You’re free to go,” he said quietly.
“Thanks.” She mumbled as she put her jacket on, wincing slightly.
His eyes flickered over her as she winced. “Wait.” He commanded, stepping closer to her. “Lift up your shirt.”
Elena’s eyes widened and she shook her head.
“N-no… Zayne please—”
Zayne’s expression darkened.
“Lift. It. Up,” he repeated firmly.
He knew she was hiding something from him, and he wasn’t going to let her brush it off. He had a feeling it was much worse than a simple bruise.
Elena clenched her jaw and removed her jacket. She slowly pulled her shirt up, exposing her torso and the lacy bra she was wearing to him.
Zayne’s eyes widened slightly as he saw her lace bra, but he quickly composed himself. He focused on the source of her wince, his gaze zeroing in on a deep cut along her abdomen.
“You were holding back,” his voice was controlled, but his tone was tight. “You let me examine you, and you didn’t tell me about this?” He reached out, trying to gently poke around the area. “How bad is the pain?”
“I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.” she whispered, her brow furrowing as she looked away from him.
Zayne’s jaw clenched in frustration.
“Just a flesh wound? Just a flesh wound?” He repeated, his voice raised. “Do you even know how dangerous this is? It doesn’t matter if it’s ‘just a flesh wound’, it needs to be taken care of or it could become an infection. You should’ve told me right away!”
“For God’s sake! I already cleaned it! It’s fine!” She retorted.
Zayne’s eyes narrowed.
“Oh, did you? You think that makes it better?” He let out a sharp scoff. “News flash, Elena, just because you slapped some disinfectant on it doesn’t mean it will magically heal on its own.”
“Ugh, fine!” She hissed as she gritted her teeth and looked away from him.
He was glad she agreed, but her stubborn attitude was driving him insane.
“You’re a complete idiot,” he muttered under his breath. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some supplies. “Take your shirt off and sit down,” he said gruffly. “I need to clean and stitch this up before it gets worse.”
Elena grumbled but did as he said. Her heart raced in her chest as she realized she was sitting in front of him with just her pants and her bra on, the bra leaving little to the imagination.
Zayne tried to keep his eyes trained on her injury, but it was hard not to notice the way the lace hugged her so perfectly. He was glad he was a doctor, trained to keep his cool and focus on the task at hand. But still, he could feel the heat rising in chest as he tried not to ogle her.
“Stay still,” he said gruffly, his voice a little huskier than usual.
Elena couldn’t help the slight flush on her cheeks. “Okay.” She whispered.
Zayne gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way her cheeks were flushed. He needed to stay professional, damn it. He leaned in closer to her injury, trying to ignore the fact that she was practically undressed in front of him. His fingers gently prodded around the cut.
“This might hurt a bit,” he warned before using some gauze and antiseptic to clean the wound.
Elena pursed her lips knowing that it indeed was going to hurt like a bitch. He noticed her tensing up and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her, despite his anger towards her carelessness.
“It’ll be over quick,” he said softly. He took a deep breath, and started to stitch the wound with careful, steady hands.
“Ah!” Elena whimpered as she looked away but kept her body still.
Zayne grimaced as he heard her whimper in pain. He hated seeing her hurt like this. His gaze flickered up to her face every now and then, taking note of the way she was biting her lip to keep from crying out.
“Hurry up. This sucks.” She whispered softly, her brows furrowing as she stared at the ceiling.
Zayne sighed, trying to keep his irritation in check. “I’m going as fast as I can, you impatient fool. If you had just told me about this in the first place, it wouldn’t have taken this damn long to fix.”
“I would’ve been fine without the extra torture.” Elena huffed.
“Extra torture?” He rolled his eyes at her dramatic statement. “Oh please, I’m the one who’s tortured having to deal with you all the time. At least I’m actually doing something productive and treating your stupid injury. You should be grateful I’m even doing this for you…”
Despite his words, his hands continued to work carefully and gently.
Elena sighed in irritation, her fist clenching. “My apologies, I’ll be sure to find a new doctor, so you don’t have to waste your time with me anymore.”
Zayne’s gaze snapped up to hers, his expression darkening. “Like hell you will,” he said firmly, his voice low. “You’re not going to any other doctor but me. Got it?”
Elena turned her head to face him, her eyes narrowing in on him. “Oh? And why the hell not?”
“I’m the only one who knows how to deal with your stupid, reckless self,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve been putting up with your stubborn ass for all these years, and I know your medical history better than anyone else. Plus, I’m not letting someone else patch you up just so you can come back to have me fix everything because they did a lousy job.”
Elena pursed her lips for a moment before smirking. “Ah… Okay, I get it now.”
Zayne raised a brow at her smirk.
“Get what, exactly?” he asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Elena whispered lowly. “You don’t want anyone else touching me.”
Zayne felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. Thinking about her seeing any other doctor or even another man made his blood boil with jealousy. The idea of them touching her, treating her… it made him furious. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his expression neutral as he replied. “Hmph. Don’t flatter yourself.''
“Whatever,” Elena sighed as her face relaxed again.
He rolled his eyes, pretending not to be affected by her words. However, he was painfully aware of her half-naked body just a few inches away from his face. It was taking all his willpower not to look at her, to ignore the way his heart was racing in his chest. Thankfully, he was nearly done. He could feel himself growing more and more frustrated as he tried to keep his eyes averted from her chest, but he couldn’t help himself.
Elena caught him staring for a moment and raised her brow at him. Zayne cursed internally as he realized she had caught him. He quickly diverted his gaze back to her injury, but he could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment and anger at himself.
“Just… stay still and don’t say a word,” he grumbled, trying to focus but his hands were starting to shake slightly, betraying his inner frustration.
“Yeah yeah, hurry it up. This isn’t the way I imagined being poked tonight.” She grumbled under her breath.
That innocent comment instantly snapped his self-control. Zayne’s eyes widened as he looked up at her, his eyes darkening with a mixture of anger and desire. The mental image her words conjured in his mind instantly made his pants feel tighter. He gripped her arm with his free hand, his hand trembling slightly as he tried to keep his composure. “Shut your damn mouth,” he growled.
"Jeez… What’s your problem?” Elena scoffed as she exhaled a deep breath.
Zayne was practically seething with frustration and desire. He could feel her soft skin under his palm, her body just inches away. He could smell the sweet jasmine scent that he loved so much. It was driving him crazy.
“You are my problem,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Always causing trouble... getting hurt.”
“If I didn’t get hurt so much, then I’d never see your pretty face.” Elena teased.
Zayne’s eyes widened at her teasing tone, his grip on her tightening. “Are you trying to get my on my nerves?” he gritted out.
But deep down, her words did something to him. Just the thought that she wanted to see him, despite her constant recklessness… it made his heart race with emotions.
Elena looked at his hand around her arm, then back to his face. “I don’t have to try. I live there.” She smirked.
Zayne clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into her soft skin. Her smirk was so maddening, he wanted to shut her up, to make her stop mocking and tormenting him. He leaned in closer, his face just inches away from hers. “You have no idea how infuriating you are,” he breathed, his voice thick with anger and desire.
Elena's breath hitched as he leaned closer to her. “Zayne…” she whispered.
At his whispered name, Zayne’s eyes darkened. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, their proximity making his head spin. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her scent filling his nostrils. It was intoxicating, maddening. His mouth hovered just a few inches from hers. His voice was almost a growl as he spoke, “You drive me insane.”
“I know. But are you done poking me now, Mr. shaky hands?” She whispered as she scanned his eyes.
Zayne pulled back, his eyes narrowing on her. “Shut up, idiot,” he growled back. “I’m trying to focus, but someone keeps talking and distracting me.” He paused for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh. “I’d stop shaking if you stopped making me so damn... irritated.”
Elena huffed and shut her mouth. She rolled her eyes and continued to wait silently. Zayne finally finished the last stitch and let out a slow breath as he leaned back. Apart of him was relieved that it was finally done, but he couldn’t shake off the tension and desire that still lingered between them. He looked at her face, her lips pursed tightly together, and her eyes closed. He couldn’t help but find her defiant expression adorable.
“So… would this injury hinder me in any particular way?” She asked nonchalantly.
Zayne paused for a moment, considering her question. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance and concern. “Don’t even think about going out to hunt Wanderers with that injury.” he warned gruffly, his eyes narrowing at her. “You’re supposed to be resting and letting it heal, not putting it at risk.”
“That’s not what I meant. I meant… can I have sex?” she asked blatantly.
Zayne’s jaw dropped, nearly choking on air for a moment and his eyes practically popped out of his head. “Y-you… are you serious right now?” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. “No. You can't have sex, you idiot…”
“Look, my bad. But you’re my doctor so I need to ask these kinds of questions.” She smirked.
Zayne gritted his teeth, his hands clenching at his sides. That damn smirk on her face drove him crazy. “Don’t push your luck,” he growled. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy not planning… that.” He shook his head, trying to shake away the images her words were putting in his mind.
“Fine. Whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes. “Can I put my shirt back on now, or are you enjoying the show?” Elena chuckled.
“Stop tempting me,” he growled, his voice low and hoarse. His eyes lingered on her body. He shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her smooth skin, the lace of her bra against her breasts…
“Put your damn shirt on before I do something stupid,” he muttered under his breath.
Elena’s eyebrows shot up, she had said that to tease him, not expecting that reaction. “W-wait. Hold up, you’re being serious, aren’t you?”
Zayne’s eyes widened as he realized what he had just let slip. Damn it, he’d given away too much. He tried to brush it off with a scoff, but the tension in his body betrayed his words.
“I… I’m just tired of your damn mouth, okay?” he grumbled, avoiding her gaze. “Now put your shirt on, please… before I do something we’ll both regret.”
“Like what?” She whispered breathlessly as she stood up in front of him.
Zayne’s breath hitched, his fists clenching at his sides, desperately trying to keep his control. But her words, her closeness, her damn bra… it was making it hard to think straight. He closed his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “Don’t test me, Elena…” he growled, his voice strained.
Elena’s eyes flickered with mischief. “You want to be the one to poke me, don’t ya Zayne…” she whispered with a smirk. “That’s why you get so irritated with me so easily.”
Zayne could feel his pulse racing, his blood pumping, his control slipping away. “Shut your damn mouth,” he said through clenched teeth. He was trying to sound gruff and irritated, but his desire was seeping through.
“I’m just teasing, I know you don’t see me like that.” She sighed as she put her shirt back on.
Zayne couldn’t help but let out a scoff at her words.
If only she knew…
He watched as she put her shirt back on, covering up that tempting body of hers. He should have felt relieved, but instead, he felt a pang of disappointment now that she was covered up. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get a grip on his thoughts and feelings.
“Well… since I am so reckless, I might actually go against your advice. Don’t be surprised if you see me in here tomorrow to re-stitch this wound.” She sighed.
“You’re seriously pissing me off right now.” He gritted out. “You better not be stupid enough to actually do that.” He wanted to shake her, tell her how infuriating she was but he managed to keep his emotions in check.
“Oh, come on. Getting some dick can’t actually hurt me that bad, can it?” Elena grinned as her eyes flicked over to him.
Zayne’s patience finally wore thin. “Are you trying to drive me insane?” he growled. “Do you think it’s funny to make me angry like this?” He took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them.
“Why are you getting so worked up over this? I’ve been gone for a month. I’m dying here. How long do I actually have to wait?” Elena scoffed in frustration.
He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re not dying. You’ll survive a few more weeks without it.”
Elena’s eyes were about to pop out of her head. “W-weeks?”
Zayne couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Seeing her reaction made him both amused and frustrated. He towered over her, looking down at her with annoyance.
“Yes, weeks,” he said. “Until then, no sex.”
Elena’s eyes narrowed, “Watch me.” She whispered lowly. “I survived getting blown into a wall. I can get laid if I want to.”
Zayne’s self-control was hanging on by a threat. Every word she spoke, every look she gave him, pushed him closer to the edge. He reached up and took a strand of her hair in his hand, gently running it between his fingers. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear, his voice a rough whisper.
"You have no idea just how tempted I am right now…”
“Z-Zayne?” Elena breathed, her eyebrows shooting up in confusion.
His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he felt her body against his. He was so close to just giving in. He took a deep breath and pulled back slightly, opening his eyes to look at her.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly, his voice husky.
"Are you into me?” Elena whispered, her eyes searching his.
Of course he was into her. He had been for years, ever since they were kids. But he had always tried to keep it down, to push those feelings away. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough. “Is it not obvious?”
“Obvious? You treat me like shit!” Elena scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Zayne’s jaw clenched as he took a deep breath. That sassy demeanor of hers always drove him crazy. But it was also one of the things he loved about her.
“I treat you like a reckless fool who keeps getting into trouble and almost killed every other day!” he retorted.
Elena shook her head, the realization taking her by surprise. “I… I didn’t think… when I caught you staring at my boobs, I thought you were just being a man.”
Zayne’s face reddened slightly, as he let out a frustrated huff, his hand running through his hair.
“I was staring because I’m attracted to you, damn it.” He paused, his eyes raking over her body. “You know damn well the effect you have on me, Elena.”
“You fucking idiot.” Elena whispered as she stared at his lips.
Zayne couldn’t take it anymore. Her words and her gaze on his lips were driving him insane. He couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her body close to his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, trying to devour her. He wanted her, he wanted her so badly. He pressed her against the wall, his erection growing painfully hard as he ground against her.
“You’re a goddamn brat,” he whispered against her lips. “I need to teach you a lesson.”
Elena's heartbeat was a frenzied drum in her chest. She looked up at him with half-closed eyes, her mouth still tingling from his kiss. She leaned into his hardness, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Then teach me," she breathed.
Zayne growled softy in response. His hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her close again as he claimed her lips once more. His other hand slid down, finding its way under the hem of her shirt and onto the smooth skin of her back.
"Zayne," she whispered between kisses, "we shouldn't be doing this here. I don't want you to lose your job."
Zayne clenched his jaw tightly as he pulled back from their passionate embrace. "You're right," he whispered, his hand grasping the doorknob as he peered cautiously outside. Thankfully, it was late, and the coast was clear. He turned back to face her and swiftly picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder without hesitation.
"Ah! Zayne!" She gasped in surprise.
He silenced her with a swat on her ass before securing his hand on her thigh to keep her in place.
"Hush," he grumbled as he hurried towards the exit. "I'm already breaking at least fifty rules here. Don't attract any attention to us."
Elena chuckled darkly, "More like 'Fifty Shades.'"
Zayne tried to ignore the way her body felt on his shoulder, how her laugh sent a jolt of desire through him. “You better watch yourself,” he muttered as he walked through the hallway. “I’m this close to spanking you again before we even get to my apartment.”
"Mm, don't tempt me with a good time," she purred, reaching down to squeeze his butt.
Zayne groaned as he quickened his pace, practically rushing to the parking garage as he tried to ignore the way his body was reacting to her. “You’re a goddamn menace, you know that?” he muttered. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“But you love it.” She giggled.
Damn it, he did love it. He loved how feisty she was, how she always challenged him. He reached his car and set her down on her feet, pushing her against the door. He leaned in close, his body pressing against hers, his voice a rough whisper against her ear.
"I do love it," he admitted hoarsely, his body pressing against hers. "But you're also a pain in my ass."
Elena's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, her hands roaming over his chest. "I can't wait for you to be a pain in mine," she whispered seductively.
Zayne slammed his hands on either side of her against the car, trapping her between his arms and holding her tightly against him. "Be careful, you naughty brat," he growled possessively. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
"Getting into everything I've ever wanted," she replied breathlessly, her lips brushing against his.
His body responded immediately to her words, his possessiveness and desire growing even stronger. He couldn't deny that she was exactly what he wanted, no matter how much she drove him insane.
"You're mine," he declared fiercely. "Do you understand me?"
In response, she lifted her chin defiantly and met his gaze, her eyes burning with the same intensity as his. "Only if you're mine," she retorted.
His responding growl vibrated through her, sending shivers down her spine and making her breath hitch. "That was never in question," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate deep within her.
His lips crashed down on hers again, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that stole her breath away. He could feel every inch of her body pressed against his, every curve perfectly molding to him. He needed her, wanted to claim her right then and there.
He forced himself to pull away from their heated kiss, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He was on the edge of control, of losing himself in her completely. "Get in the damn car, Elena," he muttered, opening the door for her.
Elena slipped into the passenger seat, her eyes never leaving his. With a quick smirk thrown his way, she buckled her seatbelt and adjusted her shirt that had ridden up during their heated encounter. Zayne, for his part, visibly wrestled with his self-control as he circled the car to get behind the wheel.
“You're so impatient,” Elena teased.
He glanced over at her as he turned the car on. “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself for far too long. I’m not going to hold back any longer.”
“I won’t, either.” She whispered as she leaned over and rubbed his thigh.
Zayne’s breath hitched at her touch. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on driving as he maneuvered out of the parking garage. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his voice strained as he spoke. “You’re making it damn near impossible to drive like this.”
She squeezed the outline of his hard length, causing him to grit his teeth. "Do you mean like when I do this?" she whispered teasingly.
The sound that came from his throat was half groan, half growl as he jerked involuntarily, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Fuck, Elena!" He snapped, trying to control the heavy breaths that were escaping him.
Her fingers traced lazily up and down his thigh, slipping higher and higher each time. "Oops," she murmured innocently. Her smirk was devilish under the dim light of the car's interior. "My hand slipped." She giggled at his reaction, her hand withdrawing to rest innocently in her lap.
Zayne let out a ragged breath, his body aching from her touch. He could feel the pressure in his pants growing even more uncomfortable now. He shot her a glare, his eyes dark and hooded with lust.
“You’ll pay for that.”
Elena giggled mischievously and settled back into her seat, determined to tease Zayne further. Her hand wandered up her body, squeezing her breast before moving down to cup her core.
Zayne's breath caught in his throat as he responded immediately to her movements.
"Damn it, you're not making this easy." He growled through gritted teeth, his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"Focus on driving, Zayne," Elena whispered seductively as she continued to touch herself.
He felt like he was losing his mind. Her taunting touches were driving him crazy, and he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. But with Elena tempting him like that, it was almost impossible.
She lifted her shirt, revealing her lacy bra, again. "You couldn't keep your eyes off this earlier," she purred as she ran her hand over the fabric.
His jaw clenched as he glanced at her, his eyes dark and filled with lust. "Elena…" he warned, his voice gravelly.
She ignored him, slipping her hand beneath her bra to tease her hardened nipple. He groaned low in his throat, struggling to maintain control over himself.
"Having trouble concentrating?" she teased mockingly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched him struggle.
"Stop it," he said fiercely, but there was no real conviction behind his words. “You’re really testing my self-control right now.”
“You can drive with one hand, can’t you?” She smirked.
He let out a longsuffering sigh. “Damnit,” he grunted. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”
“Mm,” she groaned as she squeezed her breast, pinching her nipples through the lace.
Zayne’s eyes were glued to her, his body thrumming with desire.
“Fucking brat,” he cursed, his voice ragged. “You’re going to make me crash the car.”
Elena chuckled darkly, “Then don’t look.” She whispered.
Zayne let out a low, guttural growl, torn between wanting to look at her and wanting to keep his eyes on the road. “How the hell am I supposed to not look when you’re doing that right next to me?” he ground out, his body tense with need and frustration.
“Touch me instead,” Elena smirked.
Zayne’s resolve crumbled in an instant. He couldn’t resist her any longer, his need for her overwhelming any thoughts of safety and responsibility. He quickly veered the car to the side of the road. As soon as he put the car in park, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned towards her. Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached out, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her onto his lap.
“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered, his voice rough and breathless.
“Not exactly what I had in mind but, this works too.” She chuckled darkly as she grabbed his hands and pressed them against her breasts.
Zayne’s eyes darkened as he roughly squeezed her breasts in his hands, his fingers tracing her curves. He leaned in, his lips immediately leaving a path of wet kisses. He sucked and nibbled, his hands grabbing her hips and grinding her down onto his lap.
“Zayne,” Elena breathed, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He responded with a low growl, his fingers digging into her hips as he continued to grind her against him. Her breath hitched at the contact, her body responding instinctively to him. The feel of his lips on her skin, his hands on her body, was driving her crazy just as much as she'd driven him.
He flicked open the clasp of her bra with a swift movement of his hand, freeing her breasts from the confining material. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from Elena.
Her hand slid down to trace the line of his jaw and neck. She then moved them further down, unbuttoning his shirt with maddening slowness, each movement teasing and deliberate.
Zayne gazed at her, his mouth slightly open as his hand cupped and smacked her breast with authority.
"Mm, yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling in pleasure.
Zayne couldn't resist groaning at her response, repeating the action with his other hand. He brought his face closer to her chest and eagerly ran his tongue over her nipple, swirling and flicking around the hardened tip while his fingers played with her other breast.
"You like that, don’t you?" He asked huskily, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped in return, her fingertips tracing the muscles of his chest and abdomen. “Mm, looks like it’s turning you on too.” She whispered as she looked down at the bulge in his pants.
Her hand moved with a purpose. She stroked him through his pants, her fingers tracing the rigid length of him, setting off a round of frantic bucking from his hips. He inhaled sharply, his gaze darkening further as he bit the corner of his bottom lip.
“Elena…” he warned, his voice ragged and barely above a whisper. His hands tightened around her hips as if trying to ground himself.
“Get us to the damn apartment, already. I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore.” She hissed.
Zayne needed no further prompting. He pushed her off his lap and back into her seat, quickly buckling himself back in. The roar of the engine filled the air as he pulled the car back onto the road and hit the gas. His foot was heavy on the pedal, pushing the car to its limits as he raced down the road.
Elena watched him, her hand lazily tracing circles on his thigh. His hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his eyes focused intently on the road ahead. As they walked through the apartment door, Zayne grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, their bodies colliding hard. His lips moved to her neck, sucking and biting at the skin. His hands were everywhere, impatiently tugging at her clothes.
"Zayne," she moaned, hands fumbling with his belt and zipper. There was a sense of urgency, of desperation that was fueled by their pent-up desire for each other.
“I’ve been trying to be patient, to take things slow, but you make it damn near impossible.” He grunted, his voice rough and low.
“I’ve waited years for this, I don’t want to take things slow. I want you.” Elena growled.
Zayne’s eyes darkened, a primal possessive lust taking over him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.”
“You should feel how badly I want you right now.” Elena groaned.
Zayne smirked, his voice a low and husky whisper, “So, I should move my hand down… here. I’ll be gentle.” His fingers grazed the damp fabric of her underwear. “For now.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “You’re so wet for me,” his growled as his fingers pressed against her through the fabric.
Her breath hitched, her body involuntarily arching into his touch. His fingers were insistent, firm against the soaked cotton of her underwear as he began to press and rub in slow swirling motions.
"Elena," Zayne murmured into her ear. His voice was low, rough with desire that mirrored her own. He could feel her desperation, her need for him, and it was driving him crazy. He pushed his hand farther, his fingers slipping underneath, finding her slick and hot.
He hissed at the sensation, his body aching with the need to be inside of her.
“God damn it, you’re so hot.”
Zayne’s fingers continued their relentless assault, his eyes locked on her face, watching her every reaction. “You’re so beautiful like this,” his voice was low and husky. “I could watch you all day, listening to the sounds you make…” He pressed harder against her clit, increasing the pace of his movements.
“Oh my god, I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. I want you so bad.” She whimpered as she opened her eyes to look up at him.
A low growl erupted from his chest. “You want me, huh?”
His fingers continued to move against her, his touch becoming even firmer. “You want me to give in and take you right here right now?”
“Yes, yes please, Zayne,” She whispered, her eyes rolling back.
Zayne’s control snapped, his body reacting instantly to her pleading. He needed her just as badly. With a swift movement, he spun her around against the wall. He pressed himself against her, his chest to her back. His thoughts were clouded with dominating her, claiming her as his. His hands gripped her hips as he pushed his hard cock against her ass, grunting as he ground against her.
“Please… please…” She begged, her hands pressed firmly against the wall as she pushed her ass back against him.
He leaned in, his voice rough and low. “You’re so impatient,” he growled his lips brushing against her ear. “I like how desperate you are for me.”
“You have no idea,” Elena gasped through ragged breaths, “just how desperate I am for you.”
Zayne let out a low, sinister chuckle. "Show me. Convince me just how desperate you are," he challenged.
A smug smirk spread across Mina's face as she spun around and pinned him against the wall. She then knelt down in front of him, her grip on his waist growing tighter.
Zayne’s heart was pounding against his chest, the anticipation building with every passing second. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes fixed on her face.
Elena slowly pulled his boxers down, revealing his impressive cock. “Holy shit,’ she whispered with wide eyes.
His breath hitched as she fully revealed him, his eyes raking over her face, watching her reaction. He smirked at the look of surprise on her face, his ego swelling. “Like what you see?” he grunted, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and desire.
She gripped him, moving her hand slowly up and down. “God, yes,” she gasped, gawking at the length in her hand. Elena slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip, her eyes fixed on his.
Zayne tugged at her hair, his hand gripping her tightly. “Stop teasing me and do something,” he growled, his voice thick with desperate need.
Elena smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Impatient, huh?" she echoed his words from earlier, her fingers continuing their lazy exploration. She could feel him throbbing in her grip and it drove her wild.
"God, Elena…" he growled, grip tightening on her hair. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of her lips on his sensitive skin.
Taking him fully in her mouth, she began to suck. Her hand was on his thigh, fingers gently digging into the muscle as she took in all of him inch by inch. Zayne let out a ragged breath, his head tilting back against the wall as he surrendered himself to her. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing himself even deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck," he hissed out through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut.
Elena ignored his curse, taking him in deeper and relishing in the taste and feel of him. The way he squirmed under her touch, the sounds that slipped past his lips, all of it was intoxicating.
She let him slip from her mouth, gently running her tongue along his length before taking him in once more. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his arousal spiking with every stroke.
Zayne's hands tightened on her hair, his body quivering with anticipation. He raised his hips, thrusting further into her mouth. "Elena," he groaned, his voice a desperate plea.
She ignored his pleas for a moment as she continued her slow and deliberate movements. Her fingers tightened on his thigh as she felt him getting closer. She finally pulled back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Are you ready?" she murmured.
He groaned, grinding his teeth in frustration. "I swear to God, Elena..."
"I'll take that as a yes," she whispered, her voice almost teasing. Her lips folded around him once more, this time with a purpose. She set a steady rhythm, her hand mirroring the action of her mouth on his throbbing cock.
She sucked him sloppily, letting him hit the back of her throat. Her moans vibrated around him.
Zayne's grip tightened on her hair, his other hand gripping the back of her neck. "Mm, that's it," he groaned, the pleasure searing through him.
Elena's eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself over to pleasuring him. She felt him twitch in her mouth before he thrust himself deeper inside of her. The sound of his deep groan was all she needed to know she was doing everything right.
His grip on her hair tightened almost painfully as he held her in place while he thrust his cock into her mouth. His pleasure-filled grunts filled the room, each one driving Elena to move faster and take him deeper.
His breath hitched as he drew closer to the edge, the combination of pleasure and anticipation making his heart pound in his chest.
Elena could sense him getting closer and it only spurred her on. Increasing her pace, she allowed him to hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Her moans intensified, further driving Zayne towards the edge.
His control seemed to slip away as a low growl rumbled in his throat. Suddenly, he shoved himself deep into Elena's mouth with a force that left her gasping.
"Oh God!" He grunted as he felt himself explode in her mouth. His hand gripped her hair even tighter, anchoring himself as waves of ecstasy washed over him. Elena continued to work him through his orgasm, swallowing around him and drawing out his pleasure until he was spent and trembling. His grip in her hair loosened, and she pulled off him gently, licking her lips.
Zayne slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, his body still jerking subtly from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stared at Elena, his gaze raw and heated as he took in the sight of her; hair tousled, lips swollen and glistening.
"Come here," he rasped, reaching out for her with trembling hands. Elena obliged, crawling over to him and settling between his sprawled legs. He groaned, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his deep and dark with desire. “You are absolutely sinful, you know that?”
“Hmm,” she smirked in satisfaction. “How was that for convincing?”
Zayne let out a low chuckle, reaching out to cup her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.
“I’m convinced alright. Convinced I need you.” He murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Elena's eyes gleamed with longing as she gazed up at him. "You know what I need? I need your pretty mouth on my pussy." She breathed the words, grasping his chin in her hand.
Without hesitation, Zayne scooped her up by her thighs and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and hovered over her, reaching down to remove her panties with one swift motion. He smirked and leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “You think my mouth is pretty, huh?” he whispered, his voice rough and sultry, “I’ll show you just how pretty it can be.”
He lowered himself in between her spread legs, his fingers gently parting her. His hot breath made her squirm in anticipation, small gasps escaping her lips.
"Zayne..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath. The sight of him, kneeling before her with his dark gaze fixed on her, was enough to send shivers down her spine.
His fingers danced along the sensitive curves of her inner thighs before he leaned in and took a long lick along her dripping slit. Elena let out a sigh as Zayne's tongue explored the sweet flesh there. She was already throbbing with need as his mouth latched onto her clit.
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her, his voice a low, sultry growl. “God, you taste so good.”
And with that, he plunged his tongue back into her, his fingers digging into her thighs as he feasted on her. Elena moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. The pleasure that was building inside her was too much, causing her back to arch off the bed. Zayne's eyes flickered up to meet hers as he continued his assault on her senses. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing his mouth closer to her center of pleasure.
Elena moaned louder as Zayne devoured her. The room filled with the sounds of Elena’s heavy breathing and Zayne's soft growls of satisfaction. He latched onto her clit, his eyes watching every facial expression she made.
She gasped, her hands gripping at the sheets beneath them as Zayne skillfully worked his tongue against her. His fingers explored further, teasing, before slipping inside her, curling and hitting just the right spot. Elena cried out, her legs shaking as the pleasure coursed through her.
One of Zayne's hands left her hip and climbed up, tracing patterns across her stomach before settling on a breast. He gently kneaded it in his hand before tweaking the nipple between his fingers.
"Oh god! You’re going to make me squirt if you keep doing that." she cried out, arching her back off the bed. Her hips rocked with his movements, meeting each stroke of his tongue and fingers.
Zayne's lips curved into a wicked grin against her, the vibration of his laugh sending another wave of pleasure through her. "Are you trying to discourage me?" He murmured, his voice thick with arousal.
"God, no," she gasped, her fingers tangling further into his hair, pulling him closer to her. "Don't you dare stop."
Zayne’s grin widened as he dove back in, his fingers curling and thrusting inside of her, adding to the pleasure that was threatening to tear her apart. The taste of her on his tongue was intoxicating, driving him further on.
Zayne felt her body tightening around his fingers, a clear sign she was on the brink of climax. He increased his pace, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot as he continued to suck on her clit.
"Zayne... I'm going to..." Elena's voice hitched, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Elena couldn't hold back any longer. With one final cry, she screamed out Zayne's name, her body arching and trembling as an intense orgasm washed over her. Her heart pounded in her chest and the world seemed to spin around her. Her eyes widened as she squirted all over Zayne's hand and face. He watched her, his eyes dark with desire as he rode out her orgasm, his fingers continuing to move within her until she was trembling from the aftershocks.
"Mmm," Zayne hummed, pulling back. He licked his lips, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. “Delicious…” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.
Elena couldn’t help but blush, watching as he sat back and wiped his mouth. His gaze never left hers, those hazel eyes heavy-lidded and filled with desire. Her heart stuttered at the sight of him – so primal and unabashedly satisfied, the afterglow of her climax reflected in his dark eyes. He looked so good on his knees before her, the corners of his mouth curled up in a smug grin, making her heart flutter.
“That was so incredibly sexy.” Zayne said, his voice heavy with the promise of more to come. He ran his hand up and down her thigh in a slow, comforting motion. “You are so sexy, princess.”
Flushing under his gaze, Elena brought one hand up to cover her face. “I can’t believe you just made me do that.” Her voice was a quiet whimper, her body still humming from the orgasm he'd just given her.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I am capable of,” Zayne replied with a low chuckle. He gently removed her hand from her face, placing soft kisses on her fingertips. “And we’re just getting started.”
He moved up the bed and hovered over her, his muscular body casting a comforting shadow over her flushed form. His fingers trailed the length of his hard cock, biting his lip as he looked down at her.
“I need you,” he whispered, “are you going to take this cock, like a good girl?”
Elena nodded, her breath hitching as anticipation flooded through her. She could see his need etched on his face. His strong, handsome features were partially concealed by shadows, giving him an ethereal, insatiable appearance. His hazel eyes had darkened to a shade of molten chocolate and the sight of it, so raw and primal, sent shivers down her spine. His cock was hard and throbbing with desire as his fingers traced the length of it again, causing her to whimper when she saw the precum glistening on his tip.
Her hand reached for him, wrapping around his shaft and gently stroking. Zayne’s breath hitched, burying his face in her neck as he groaned. The sound sent a thrill down Elena’s spine, pushing her to continue. She tightened her grip on him, twisting her wrist in an upward motion that had him growling in pleasure. Her fingertips lightly traced the prominent vein along the underside before drifting to the sensitive head, brushing over it with just the right amount of pressure to make him shudder.
Zayne grabbed her wrist, Elena’s eyes shot up in confusion as she tilted her head at him.
“Get on all fours, in front of the mirror.” He whispered lowly.
Elena swallowed hard, an involuntary shiver traveling down her spine as his commanding voice washed over her. His deep, sultry tone was enough to make her obey without hesitation. She rose from the bed, the sheets tangling around her legs in a tantalizing dance of silk and skin.
She walked towards the antique mirror situated on the far side of their bedroom, its gilded frame reflecting the ambient light that bathed the room in an intimate glow. Elena positioned herself in front of it as instructed, getting on all fours.
Zayne moved behind her, watching their reflection in the mirror, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed form.
“Look at you,” he murmured huskily, his hands running down her back, over the curve of her ass, and down her thighs. His touch was heated and heavy, his fingers leaving burning trails wherever they roamed. "So beautiful, so ready."
As Elena watched their reflection in the mirror, she saw Zayne’s eyes darken further with a hunger that was palpable in the silence of their bedroom. She felt him press against her, his hard length sliding along her slickness.
"Zayne…" Her voice was a breathless whisper as she felt him teasing her entrance.
"Not yet," he whispered back, his hot breath ghosting down her spine. He grabbed his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes before he moved it to tease her clit, his firm touch driving a gasp from her lips. As she watched him in the mirror, a jolt of desire surged through her at his dominant display.
"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice a low growl that seeped into her skin, enflaming her senses and filling her with an indescribable need.
Elena bit her lip, looking back at him through the mirror. His eyes burned with an intense desire that left her breathless. She swallowed hard before finally breaking the silence. "P-please, I need you to fill me up," she said, her voice shaky with anticipation.
"That's my good girl." He praised, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. He maneuvered closer until she felt the hot tip of his arousal nudging at her entrance. Her breath hitched, fingers clutching at the plush carpet beneath her.
Without another word, he moved his hands to her hips and with a swift thrust, pushed forward into her. She gasped as he filled her in one long, slow glide. It was maddeningly exquisite; the way he stretched her, pushed his thick cock deep within her.
He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to him before he began to move in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure washing over her. He watched their reflection in the mirror, his eyes fixed on her face he moved in and out of her.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “Look at us,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. “Look at how good we are together.”
Elena raised her head, eyes meeting the mirror once again. The sight that met her gaze was nothing short of intoxicating. His muscular torso flexed behind her, a stark contrast to her smaller, more delicate form. He was a sensual sight, all rippling muscles and masculine grace. His own face was a picture of raw intensity as he watched their bodies join.
His hands were tight on her hips as he dictated their rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His voice danced at the shell of her ear, every husky whisper pulling her further into the depths of ecstasy. She met his gaze in the mirror, their eyes locking in a silent conversation that sent tremors of desire through her body.
"Are you watching us, princess?" he murmured, his voice sounding deeper than usual, filled with an insatiable hunger that echoed in her own veins.
"Yes," she whimpered, her eyes wide and breathless as she watched them in the mirror.
"Good girl," he praised huskily, his thrusts picked up pace, becoming harder and deeper. “You’re my good girl.”
He was so deep inside that she couldn’t think anymore as he hit that sweet spot over and over.
“Ah! Zayne… I can’t,” she whimpered, her eyes looking up at the mirror to meet his.
"Yes, you can," he gritted out, his gaze never wavering from their reflection in the mirror. His voice was thick with desire and his movements became more determined, filling her to the brim with every forceful thrust.
“T-too much… Oh God!” She cried out as her eyes rolled back.
Elena could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way that she hadn't thought possible. She watched their reflection in the mirror, watched as Zayne moved behind her with a predatory grace. His dark hair was tousled, sweat glistening on his skin under the faint glow of the bedroom. He leaned down, his chest pressed against her back.
“Take it. Take all of me.” he murmured, his voice gruff and rough.
Mina whimpered as she shifted away slightly, only for him to pull her back against him, his chest flush against her back. Zayne's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her in time with his deep, powerful thrusts.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he growled lowly, a dangerous edge to his voice. "You're going to take it."
"I... I can't..." But her protest was weak, for the pleasure was too much, bordering on pain.
He reached around her, one hand sliding down to where they were intimately connected. His fingers pressed against her sensitive clit, sending an electric shock through her already overstimulated body.
“Fuck, Zayne, that feels so… so good,” She gasped, her body taut under his touch, her breath catching in her throat.
“That’s it,” he whispered in a voice of velvet darkness, trailing his lips down the curve of her neck. His hands moved to grip her hips tighter as he rose back up, taking her rougher, deeper, more possessively.
“You want it, don’t you? You need it?” he grunted through each powerful thrust.
“Yes, yes daddy!” Elena cried out, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Her voice echoing off the walls of their darkened room.
Zayne’s eyes darkened at her words, the surrender and the submission pushing him further over the edge.
“Who's your daddy, huh? Who’s taking care of you now?” He growled, holding her captive as he quickened his pace. His sensual dominance filled the room.
"Y-you, Zayne...you're my daddy," she stuttered out, her voice quivering under his intense gaze.
The declaration sent a thrill shooting down his spine. A wicked grin spread across his face; he knew he had her. He had broken through her defenses, watched as they crumbled under the weight of his dominance. "That’s right. I’m taking care of what’s mine. You're so fucking gorgeous when you submit, princess," he murmured into her ear.
A shiver ran up Elena's spine at his words, her body reacting instinctively to his possession. Zayne's fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her, each movement a testament to his control. Her moans filled the room, and in the mirror, she could see the lust-filled gaze with which he watched their bodies move together.
His raw strength was overbearing, his dominance intoxicating. She had given herself over to him completely, body and mind. In the mirror, she watched as his face contorted with pleasure; every moment of it reflected back at her.
"Zayne!" she cried out, feeling another wave of pleasure threaten to crash over her. "I... I'm close..."
"I know, princess," His voice was nothing but a low growl now, his every breath sending chills down her spine. "I’m going to count you down, and you’re going to cum for me."
"Five..." His voice, husky and filled with raw desire, reverberated in her ear. Elena could only whimper in response as his thrusts grew even more relentless.
"Four..." He moved his hand from her hip to her breast, kneading the sensitive flesh as he watched their reflection. Each movement intensified the pleasure coiling within her.
"Three..." His grip on her tightened, pulling her even closer beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room.
"Two..." He bit down on her earlobe gently, the unexpected sensation spiraling out through her body and throwing all thoughts from her mind.
"One…” His fingers dipped lower, finding the wet warmth between her legs. The pressure he applied was just enough to send her spiraling again.
"Zero..." He growled, plunging deep inside her. Her world shattered into a thousand stars, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
"Cum for me, princess," Zayne murmured against her ear, his voice full of satisfaction. "You look so beautiful when you cum for me."
Her body convulsed in time with his words, her release flooding through her, leaving her shaking and gasping. He kept his pace, drawing every last shudder from her, holding her through the aftershocks until he found his own release. With a final, feral growl, Zayne buried himself to the hilt inside her, his own climax crashing over him, tearing a guttural groan from his lips. His grip on her tightened as he rode out the waves of pleasure, heat flooding through him.
As the last shudders of their simultaneous release ebbed away, he stilled, pressing his sweat-drenched forehead to her back, taking in deep breaths to calm down. He stayed inside her for a moment longer, savoring the intimacy of the connection.
“Fuck, Elena,” he breathed out, his hot breath fanning across her damp skin. He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades lightly before pulling out of her, his touch leaving a void she hadn't realized needed to be filled until he was gone.
Zayne pulled her towards him, settling her against his chest. His fingers ran through her hair, the soothing rhythm slowing down her rapidly beating heart. She leaned back into him, closing her eyes and relishing the afterglow that spread warmth through her entire body.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice vibrating through his chest. It was a whisper, a delicate question in the heavy silence of their room.
"I'm more than okay," she sighed, nestling deeper into his embrace.
Elena turned in his arms to look at him, her fingers lazily tracing across the ridges of his sculpted chest. The rooms only illumination cast shadows and light across his skin and made his eyes burn brighter. She felt a surge of adoration for this man who had just broken her boundaries and taken her to heights she never knew existed.
She searched those intense eyes, finding not just satiation but also a tenderness that took her breath away. It was the look of a man who didn't merely desire her body, but cherished her, a man whose dominance made him powerful but his love for her made him vulnerable.
"Zayne," she whispered, tracing the curve of his lips with her finger. "I love you."
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each fingertip with a reverence that made her heart flutter. "I love you too, Elena," he said, his voice choked with emotion. His eyes gleamed down at her, filled with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
She nestled closer to him, tucking her head under his chin. His arms wrapped around her tighter, as if afraid she would disappear into the night leaves. They lay like that for a moment, intertwined in the silence of their world, their heartbeats the only music to their ears.
Zayne broke the silence first, his thumb tracing circles on her back. "Elena," he murmured against her hair, “I don’t want you to be a Deep Space Hunter anymore. Stay with me, I’ll take care of you.”
Elena stiffened slightly at his words, the quiet murmur a shocking divergence from the peaceful silence they'd shared. She raised her head from his chest to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "W-what?" she hesitated, a thousand thoughts crashing over her like the waves of pleasure she had just experienced. "Zayne, I don’t want to be a burden to you."
"Elena." His voice was steady, the tone used by a man who wasn't afraid to voice his fears anymore. He cupped her face with his hand, his thumb softly tracing her cheekbone. "You’re not a burden. You’re the love of my life. I want to take care of you.”
"I don't want to lose you," he added, his voice revealing a vulnerability that surprised her. "The danger out there... I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt. I want you here with, with me, safe and sound."
Elena looked into his eyes, the sincerity and fear in them piercing her heart. She understood his concerns; she had seen the perilous situations that Deep Space Hunters faced firsthand. And yet, she had always been drawn to the adventure, the thrill of it all. It was who she was, a part of her that she didn’t know if she was ready to let go of.
“Zayne,” she whispered, stroking his stubbled cheek gently, “you know how much hunting means to me.”
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “Fine,” he whispered, “But I’m by your side the whole time. You’re not going anywhere without me.”