Chapter 194

Zane's POV

I felt Belle's breath against my neck as she gently shifted on top of me. My pulse raced, a mix of desire and disbelief settling deep in my chest. After everything we'd been through, the moment was undeniably ours. Her soft fingers trailed along my arms, her touch light, yet electrifying, and I felt a slow smile tug at the corner of my mouth. It was impossible not to feel the tension melt away, replaced by a heady anticipation.

"What did you just say?" I asked with my voice bearing a gentle humorous tone.

Belle leaned closer, her lips brushing against mine with a teasing softness, and I couldn't help but reach for her waist, grounding myself in the feel of her skin under my hands. But then, she pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, a hint of confidence I hadn't seen before glimmering in those depths.

"It's my turn," she whispered, her voice low and husky. The sound sent a ripple of excitement down to my groin, yet I held back, wanting to savor every second of this. Her hands slowly roamed down my chest, exploring every contour and muscle, and I groaned softly in response, the sensation of her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

"I'm all yours." I winked back at her.

I watched her, mesmerized by the way she looked at me, as if she was taking her time, learning every inch of me. Her fingers danced lower, brushing over sensitive skin with featherlight caresses, and my breath hitched. Belle had a way of making me feel exposed, vulnerable even, but in the most exhilarating way.

As her hands moved, she locked her gaze with mine, her lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. "I want you to feel what I feel," she said, her voice steady, filled with a quiet determination. There was no hesitation, no doubt. Her words washed over me, and for the first time in a long time, I let go of the weight I carried, surrendering completely to her.

My heart thudded in my chest, and I closed my eyes briefly as Belle leaned forward again, her lips trailing over my jaw, kissing her way down my neck. Her body moved with purpose, slow and deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world, and I felt the control I always held onto slip further from my grasp.

Every brush of her lips, every caress of her fingers, was an unspoken promise. She kissed my collarbone, a slow, tender movement that felt like both a question and an answer. I couldn't stop my hands from finding her hips again, needing to anchor myself to her, to us.

She swapped my hands away like it was a disturbing bug. She moved backwards till her wet entrance was perfectly hovering over my fully erect dick. She began using her wet heat to tease me. Slowly… Gently…

"Fuck!" I felt my breath slow down and become raspy. I closed my eyes and fought the urge to release due to the friction she was causing below.

When I opened my eyes, she was watching me, her expression soft yet charged with something deeper. "You're incredible," I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse with the intensity of the moment. She didn't say anything, but her smile widened slightly, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along my side, making my skin hum with awareness.

Her touch became bolder, and soon she was leaning in towards me. I thought the destination was my lips, but she played a fast one and rested those sweet lips over the tiny stud of a nipple that was on my chest. She suckled and nibbled at it, while simultaneously teasing my rock hard erection.

Fuck I was losing it. I did not know how much longer I could hold it in without flipping her over and thrusting myself into her, allowing her to experience what only she made me feel. And as much as I wanted to give her everything, I could tell that this moment was as much for her as it was for me. She wanted to show me, to make me feel, and I wasn't about to take that away from her.

Belle leaned in again, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was soft at first, almost gentle, but quickly deepened into something more urgent. Her hands went into my hair and grabbed a fistful and her pace increased till I felt a brand new hot liquid spill over my erection.

This was when my brain felt it would run mad if I did nothing, but I still waited for her. The way her body moved, the rhythm she set, it all drove me to the edge, yet I wanted to hold onto the moment, stretch it out as long as I could.

My hands gripped her hips, trying to steady myself, but she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Let go, Zane." And at that moment, I couldn't deny her anything.

I rolled back on top of her, made her lie with her back to me and despite the urge to pound into her like a raging bull, I took my time to slide in carefully. Her little gasps gave me the confidence I needed to continue.

I began to thrust in slowly, while trailing kisses over her back. Then as I increased my pace, my lips found its way to her ears. I began to suck on them. Using my tongue, I thrusted into her ear, almost the same pace I did her wetness. "You are so beautiful and incredible." I whispered.

Her moans were enough responses. I increased my pace and began thrusting to match the intensity of the hunger that nudged at my insides. She moaned louder, adding to the desire that coursed through me.

She was everything-soft yet strong, tender yet fierce, and as we moved together, I could feel the world fading away. The intensity between us built, and the pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave. My breath quickened, my heart raced, and I was teetering on the edge of something indescribable, something we both craved.

Belle's body molded to mine, and the sensation of being completely in sync with her was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of her, and I knew she felt it too. Her movements quickened, her breath mingling with mine as we lost ourselves in the moment. And when the inevitable came, it was like the world itself paused for us, suspended in a perfect, shared bliss.

I held her tightly, feeling her tremble slightly in my arms, and as we both rode the wave together, there was a sense of completeness, a sense that this was exactly where we were meant to be. We did not want it to end, but we could not stop the climatic orgasm that exploded between us.

I fell to the bed, trying to steady my breathing. After a while, Belle crawled over to me. I stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. She shifted slightly, resting her head on my chest, and I couldn't help but smile.

"I've got you," I whispered softly, and I meant it in every possible way. There was no going back from this. I didn't want to.

Belle snuggled closer, her breath soft and even against my skin, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to simply be-to be with her, in this moment, with nothing standing between us.

And it was everything.