Chapter 2 Night Of Ecstasy

The door to his place hadn't even fully clicked shut before he had me pinned against the wall possessively, inducing an electrification I hadn't experienced in a devilishly long time.

When his lips met mine in a magical rhythm, I mindlessly reacted, feeling daring enough due to the alcohol and kissed him back.

He tasted like expensive bourbon and dark intentions, a mystic sync that drowned out the echoes of Edric's laughter and Amie's smirks.

He pulled back just an inch to catch his breath before trailing his finger to my neck. With a low chuckle, he stepped back, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my blood pump faster.

I didn't want to be gentle. I reached for his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons until I ripped the fabric open, exposing his ripped muscles and inviting abs.

"Eager, are we?" Zayne's voice was a husky growl.

Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my back against the chilling wall, the predatory weight of his body crushing mine.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

Locking my one hand beside my head, his grip on me was firm, chaining me against the wall like he won't release it, ever.

As if he owned me. As if his fingers burned to graze me. As if I... belonged to him.

I knew it was strange but lust had blinded me, receiving pleasure was all on my mind.

"You are shaking.," he murmured, his hands sliding down to my hips, anchoring me to him, "Is it cold, Kristine? Or is it me?"

Leaving a trail of wet kisses from my shoulder, to my neck, down to my collarbones, he was ensuring every inch of my skin bore his scent.

Implanting his mark everywhere and surprisingly, I let him, moaning his name with a truthful answer, "Y-You,"

Closing my eyes to sway along the heated rhythm, a mewl escaped my lips, resting all my weight on him, sensing his strong arousal.

"Fuck... you are so desirable, Kristine," He growled.

He moved with a ruthless efficiency, stripping away my dress until I stood exposed in the moonlight, forming goosebumps all over my body.

"Good thing you left a loser like him. He was never worth it," He hummed, nails digging into my skin, sucking onto my skin, hands roughly moving across my skin.

I instinctively started to cover myself, but Zayne caught my wrists. He held them above my head, his gaze raking over me with a terrifying intensity.

On one side, it felt immoral but on the other, the delicious taste of stepping out of my comfort zone pulled me back to him.

"Don't," He commanded, turning me around to face him, holding my back with his other hand, thumb pressing into my hip.

"I have wanted to see you like this since the moment you walked into that club. Finally, you are mine."

Ripping my hand off so his eyes could admire my body before locking his hand around my neck.

He lowered me onto the silk sheets, his body following mine like a shadow. As he moved between my thighs, his movements were slow, agonizingly deliberate.

Something hauntingly beautiful flashed in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Slowly crawling up to me, taking his amusement from every reaction.

He kissed my ankles, my inner thighs, his tongue trailing a path of liquid fire that made me clench the sheets, arching my back due to neediness.

Burying his face down to suck on my nipples to which I moaned deafeningly, fingers clasped around his hair, granting him further access.

The way his tongue drenched my sensitive spot, I had never sensed this pleasure before, it defeated every other.

He bit harshly which caused me to whimper, running my nails down on his toned back, pressing him more into me.

"Zayne!"

Moving upward, he started giving me butterfly kisses while rubbing me over the cloth, noticing my lust was amplifying by each passing second.

Letting a soft hum which bewitched him greatly as he spoke up, "You're wet."

He moved to my neck, biting it, marking me as his and completed his sentence.

"For me."

"Hmm... For you," I nodded in desperation, requiring more of it, more of him, to experience the sinful taste of euphoria.

His lips curved upward from one side menacingly when he pulled my legs apart, wrapping them around his torso.

"Are you sure?" He asked huskily, holding my wrist, kissing it gently before making an intense eye-contact that hastened my beats.

"I want you," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I want to burn everything else away."

The first thrust was a shock, a forceful, overwhelming presence 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.

"Fuck...!"

"You-" He groaned, "You are so tight, Kristine,"

"This is my first time... like this," I confessed, my heart hammering. "My first one-night stand."

I cursed and ended up squirming at the sensation of pain but pinning me by holding my wrist, his lips kissed my neck passionately, trying to hush me beautifully.

"Shh, shh, it's fine, you will get used to it,"

He began to move, a slow, rhythmic torture, alllowing my 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.

"Zayne!"

I moaned loud enough for the walls to tremble and alarm the neighbours as the pain was now replaced with extreme pleasure.

Gradually his thrusts turned into a frantic, driving pace. Every hit, every breath, every growl from his throat felt like a victory.

He was not just fucking me, he was claiming every inch of my skin.

"Yes.. Yes... right Ah! There." I said senselessly, solely immersed in the endless bliss my love-deprieved body was receiving.

My grip over his hand became tight when Zayne picked pace and began to thrust harder, faster, driving me senseless, mixing our groans and releasing one symphonic sound.

Edric never felt this amazing, this perfect, this... exhilarating.

"Goddammit... ." He growled which made me shudder and made an unforeseen enunciation.

"You are mine now." He snarled, forcing me to stare into his obsessive gaze that blinded me.

"And now that I have claimed this body... " His eyes darkened, commanding strictly, "No one else will... Understood?"

When I failed to response, his 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.

Why did it feel like it was much more than a one night stand to him?

Humming, he continued and soon could feel my 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,"

Excited to claim my body as his, he increased the speed so I won'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.

"I bet Edric couldn't make you this satisfied, right?" He smirked proudly.

"Yes..." I agreed timidly.

Incapable to even breath or think, I let out a sigh of relief finally to show I had witnessed paradise just as I used to imagine in my dreams only.

"Fuck yeah..." Regaining my composure, I noticed his bewitching features from up close, holding his face in my hands.

He kissed my palm as his eyes fell on the time and the clock twelve, indicating a new year had started.

Oh Lord, THAT'S how I am starting my new year!?

He laughed a little seductively before laying beside me, wrapping his strong arm around me, permitting me to lay on his chest and relax.

"So... how is the start of your New Year?"

I smiled and replied with one word.

"Heavens."

"Glad to hear it,"

Closing our eyes, we both collapsed into each other for a satisfied slumber after a night of ecstasy.