Warning: Mature content ahead.
/Madison's POV/
It feels like I slept for a long time but I guess I deserved that much. Getting back to Zane with a broken ankle I got from rolling off that steep slope was difficult but everything that's happened over the last twenty-four hours was a eye-opener.
I can't believe I was almost bested by a civilian. I guess I've gotten quite rusty. I woke up from my deep slumber with a renewed determination but also to a crushing weight on me, hugging me tightly and making it hard to breathe but the body was familiar and the scent wafting off him was recognisable.
"Zane?" I called after opening my eyes to see his head resting on my chest. I reached and held his face to mine only to realise his eyes had gone blank. Why am I not surprised?
"I can't believe you right now, you can be such a pain, you know that right? Why are you suddenly all over me again, did you miss me or something?" I asked, and while I wasn't expecting a response. Zane gave me one.
"I miss you." I blinked, shocked by his confession and for a minute I thought he was back to his senses but his eyes remained the same. Heaving a disappointed sigh I leaned back into the bed.
"You only act cute when night falls but always walk around with a frown in the morning. Just what do you want from me Zane?" I muttered my question and he hugged me closer.
"Aish!" I hissed feeling burdened by his unexpected affection. Maybe this was for the best, after tonight…I plan on focusing on my plan, Zane's plans were taking too long, and I have no intention of sticking along till the end when he's dangling himself in front of me like this. "Just this once, I won't turn you away." Just this once, I repeated to myself in my head as I lifted his head and kissed him gently.
I've kissed him before, but not like this. My kiss was wrapped in not just lust, it had frustrations laid bare, it was the coming alive of my wants and guilt. After tonight, I planned on getting my head straight, but until then, I decided to give in to my greed, satisfy my curiousity and entertain this sinful need.
Our kiss grew rushed, heated but bitter. Like I'm blaming him for everything going wrong when he doesn't even know it. He pushed me against the headboard.
"Argh," I gasped as he held my head back by my hair, deepening his kiss like he was ready to devour my mouth.
His hands slid into my top as he knead and squeezed on my boobs. Liquid pooled between my legs as heated blood pulsed my veins. I wanted more. My centre throbbed with an gnawing need.
And when his hands tightened on my boob, I winced to the unexpected pain. "That hurts… gentle," I said and his hands loosened slightly, almost like he could hear me. That's a first, he was always so lost that my voice could barely reach him.
I throw my head back when his touch turned gentler and sensual, rubbing my buds as if fascinated by it. I want to kiss him again, I thought before dragging him closer by the shirt. For a moment I thought he looked startled.
I found and fumbled his shirt buttons as his tongue wrestled mine. Is it just me or he's strangely hesitant, I wondered as I tilted my head, wanting to see into his eyes, but he closed them as he parted his lips, reluctantly receiving my mouth on his.
His tongue probed mine, while I slowly wrapped my hands around his neck. enjoying the feel of him, his kiss was slowly growing aggressive and his hands patrolling my back with, grew hotter by the second.
I pulled back, barely moving my lips away from his. "You're not stopping again tonight are you? Well…I have no intention of letting you tease and quit it. Not tonight at least," I brushed my lips gently over his.
"I hate how this feels like I'm taking advantage of your affection for my sister…but indulge me just this once."
My heart squeezed in my chest but I'm sure this is probably the only thing I wanted from Zane, everything would go back to normal after this. I reinforced the idea like it's some hypnosis point to brainwash myself. "You won't even remember this anyway, you never remember." I said as I returned kissing him, he tasted so good, I couldn't help but want more of him.
I reached for his pants and started undoing it but stopped for a second when felt him tense but maybe I'm just imagining it. I dragged him into the bed so I could climb on top of him. Then smirked as I watched him bite down on his lower lips, grimacing as I grinded on him.
He was always rock hard anytime we're together, and though I'm sure he wasn't like this for me but for my sister, I still wanted him.
His nails dug onto the skin of my thighs as I grinded harder. "Fuck" I cussed under my breath as Zane let out a throaty moan, he has no idea how hot he looked with his his face flushed with heat and need. I pulled my shirt over my head, then feel his junk against his pants, watching him fight back a moan before whipping it out.
"Well damn, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. It's definitely not the same as just merely feeling it out." I mumbled. I was definitely salivating, how could a normal office worker carry such a weapon? I wondered.
Just imagining something so hard and long inside me had me dripping with anticipation. Zane arched his back as my hands moved his length. As his hot rock hard member pulsated in my hands, his need for release carved into his face until his frustration bloom into it with a fancy mix of feral desire.
I've never seen him lost control like that. He was always so prim, proper and restrained but the green in his eyes had darkened into something scary—but exciting, like a starved beast unleashed.
Without warning, Zane, flipped me over, and with one tug…he sent my shorts flying. I automatically clenched down on my jaw when I felt his fingers inside me. He dug inside me without mercy.
Each thrust deeper and ferocious, wrapping the tingling sensation from deep inside me in pain and pure pleasure, carefully cocktailed until my body caved. Moans flew out of my throat without warning, each time louder and urgent.
"Zane!" I cried out when he shifted, slamming into me until my eyes turned. He was being rough but I don't hate it. Is it because he was so out of it, how could he… "Argh" I screamed. I didn't have time to think.
He panted softly, holding my waist in place with his sweaty palms as he rammed harder into me.
The bed creaked in protest. Amidst the silence of the hotel suite illuminated only by the beautiful mix of light from the city outspread, our pants and moans dominated the space. The smell of sex and sweat quickly replaced the refeshing smell of frabric softener and chilled air.
His warmth and the length buried deeply inside me feels… "So good," I moaned, Zane lowered me back to the bed, guilding one of my legs over his as he sink deeper into me, before he returned to kissing me all the way down to my neck, nibbling gently on my skin until he reached my tits.
I winced to the pain as sink his teeth into the soft flesh, biting down just enough to leave vivid bite marks. I guess he really love leaving marks on me, as if claiming me as his but we both know I wasn't.
Zane didn't stop, but I didn't want him to.
For a minute I questioned my actions, sleeping with a man that wasn't mine, but Zane once again stole my thoughts, thrusting relentlessly into me as if wanting to reach my depths, he was persistent, kissing me, biting me, like he wanted to love and purnish me at the same time.
He wasn't making love to me, he was fucking me, like a rabid animal let loose. My body soon caved. My body vibrated as I felt something coming, rushing at me and ready to collide, his thrusts didn't stop but I was at my limit. "Slow down…I'm close." I pleaded but he wasn't listening, his face scrunched with determination as if chasing something of his own.
As my climax washed over me, I cried out…helpless to the aftermath that followed. My toas curled as my body trembled violently—the feeling, euphoric.
Fuck! I can't remember the last time sex felt this good and amidst the blurry haze, my eyes found Zane's face squeezed tight as he found his release.
Zane fell into the bed next to me, his heavy breathing matched mine but I wondered if he also shared the thoughts consuming me afterwards.
But no matter how my spiralling thoughts threatened to consume me, my body couldn't bear it's weight. I fell asleep soon after, with my back turned against Zane, ashamed to look at him.
I can't believe I just slept with my sister's fiance.