Chapter 2 Night Of Ecstasy

• Thanks to the alcohol, my confidence boosted and here I was, kissing him passionately.
• Yet for one terrible second, I imagined they were Edric's.
• I pulled back so abruptly my breathing turned uneven.
• "What's wrong?" Zayne asked, hunger dripping from him.
• "...Nothing."
• I kissed him again.
• Harder this time.
• Hard enough to erase someone else's name from my memory.
• I reached for his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons until I ripped the fabric open, exposing his muscles and abs.
• “Eager, are we?”
• Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my back against the chilling wall with a crushing weight.
• As if he owned me.
• As if his fingers burned to graze me.
• As if I… belonged to him.
• “You are shaking,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to my hips, pressing me harder into his toned body.
• “Is it cold, Kristine?”
• He began leaving a trail of wet kisses from my shoulder, to my neck, ensuring every inch of my skin bore his touch.
• “Or is it me?”
• His marks were planted everywhere and surprisingly, I let him, moaning his name with a truthful answer.
• “Y-You… it's you.”
• He moved with a tempting efficiency, stripping away my dress until I stood exposed in the moonlight.
• His hands roughly moved across my skin, mapping every curve under his palm.
• Due to the heat from his large palm, I instinctively started to cover myself, but Zayne caught my wrists.
• “Don’t.”
• On one side, it felt immoral.
• But, on the other hand, the thrill of stepping out of my comfort zone pulled me back.
• "I have wanted to see you like this since the moment you walked into that club."
• He lowered me onto the sheets, his body following. As he moved between my thighs, his movements were slow.
• Crawling up to me, taking his amusement from every reaction.
• He kissed my ankles, my inner thighs, his tongue trailing a path of fire that made me clench the sheets.
• “Zayne…”
• “What? Do you want to back away?”
• He smirked, burying his face down to suck on my nipples, “Or continue?”
• “C-Continue, pl- please!” I moaned deafeningly, fingers clasped around his hair, granting him further access.
• He bit down my nipple with a punishing force which caused me to whimper and run my nails down on his back.
• "Zayne!"
• Moving upward, he started giving me butterfly kisses while rubbing me, noticing my wetness was increasing by each passing second.
• "You're wet."
• He smirked victoriously.
• "For me."
• His lips curved upward from one side menacingly when he pulled my legs apart, wrapping them around his torso.
• Suddenly, a clarity washed over me when I found him–a stranger– at my entrance and pushed him back slightly.
• “Wait.”
• “What is it? Don’t tell me you want to back away now.”
• Hesitantly, my eyes dropped to my stomach.
• Am I doing the right thing?
• Would it harm my baby?
• “I… I don’t know, Zayne.”
• But, before I could reach a decision, Zayne held my cheek in his palm.
• “Kirstine, Look at me.”
• I slowly lifted my gaze. The intensity of those blue eyes were forcing me to forget it all.
• “He deserved this for cheating on you.”
• “I never told you he cheated on me.”
• “I keep a keen eye on my enemies.” He smirked, kissing my temples, a touch powerful enough to blur the lines.
• “Plus your tears… he doesn’t deserve this.” He spoke huskily, holding my wrist, kissing it gently, not breaking the eye-contact even for a second.
• Eventually, he began to press himself harder, sending a spark I failed to suppress.
• “Let it go, Kristine. Just for tonight, let it all go.”
• “You’re right…” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I want to burn everything else away.”
• “You should.”
• The first thrust was a shock, a forceful push that made me cry out in pain.
• Zayne froze, his muscles locking as he stared down at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
• “You-” he groaned, “You are so tight, Kristine,”
• "This is my first… one-night-stand.." I confessed, my heart pounding madly when the sensation of him being inside me overwhelmed me.
• I ended up squirming at the sensation but he pinned me down by holding my wrist.
• “Shh…”
• His lips kissed my neck passionately, trying to hush me beautifully.
• “It's going to be your last too…”
• He began to move again slowly this time, allowing me to adjust to his size and relax eventually.
• I bit my lips, looking out of the window, feeling strangely good when he pushed himself harder, surging a wave of euphoria.
• "Zayne…!"
• I moaned loud enough for the walls to tremble and alarm the neighbors as the pain was now replaced with extreme pleasure.
• Every hit, every breath, every growl from his throat blinded me to scream for more.
• "Yes.. Yes…" I said senselessly, immersed in the bliss my love-deprived body was receiving.
• “Harder…!”
• My grip over his hand became tight when Zayne picked pace and began to thrust harder, faster, driving me wild.
• "Goddammit… You are mine now.” He snarled, forcing me to stare into his obsessive gaze that intimidated me.
• “And now that I have claimed this body… " His eyes darkened, commanding strictly, "No one else will… Understood?"
• He gave me a rough thrust, enough to make me scream.
• When I failed to respond, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me forward.
• “I said, Do you fucking understand?”
• My body reacted on its own, agreeing hastily, "Y-Yes.. I am all yours.."
• The possessiveness should have scared me.
• Instead, it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt.
• Edric never looked at me like this.
• Edric never noticed when I hesitated.
• Edric never made me feel wanted.
• Soon, I could feel twitching around him, letting him know I was at my edge and could no longer last long.
• “I.. I can’t take it anymore, Zayne,"
• “Then let go, let it all out of your head and focus on me entirely, Sweetheart.”
• He increased the speed, so I wouldn’t be able to contemplate my surroundings.
• Screaming his name, calling out like he was all I needed, to think only about the heavenly sensation as we both reached our climax.
• "Oh..! Oh God…!"
• “Fuck,” He growled when he came inside me, stopping gradually as I was shaking under him due to extreme pleasure surging in me.
• He let out a breathless voice, giving me a proud smirk “I bet Edric couldn’t make you this satisfied, right?”
• Yes.
• But I did not say that out loud.
• Regaining my composure, I noticed his bewitching features from up close, holding his face in my hands.
• “Zayne…” I called timidly.
• “Hmm?”
• “Was I enough?”
• He blinked. “What?”
• “Was I… enough?” I asked with a tear rolling down my temple.
• He kissed my tears, “More than enough for me.”
• His eyes drifted to the clock, watching it struck twelve as a long cheering echoed in the street along with exquisite fireworks that were visible through his window.
• “Happy New Year, Kristine.”
• I smiled. “Happy New Year, Zayne.”
• “This is just the start.” He held me a little tighter, as though letting go had never been an option.
• “Because from tonight onward... you're mine.”
• I laughed, believing it was nothing more than a possessive joke.
• I couldn't have been more wrong.