Chapter 38 No More Patience
Alyssa's POV
(Mature scene)
I grabbed the front of his shirt first.
My fingers curled into the fabric before I even realized what I was doing, like my body had finally caught up to everything I’d been starving for. Zayne’s eyes flicked down to my hands, then back to mine, heat flashing through them.
I tugged, pulling him toward me.
Before I could bring his mouth to mine, his hand slid up, his fingers brushing my jaw, then wrapping around my throat in a light, controlled grip that tilted my head back.
The softest sound escaped me. Not surprising…need.
And that was all he needed.
Zayne’s mouth claimed mine again in a hard, breath-stealing kiss.
His tongue swept into my mouth instantly, dominating, devouring, like he’d been waiting for me to make the first move just so he could take over the second I did.
A deep, needy moan slipped from me as he pressed me back against him, guiding the kiss with that perfect mixture of hunger and control only he had.
My hands slid up his chest, gripping his shoulders as the world narrowed to his mouth, his hands, his heat. He pulled back just enough to breathe against my lips. “I’ve missed this,” he murmured, his voice already thick.
I didn’t get a chance to answer as his mouth was back on mine, fiercer, his hand still wrapped around my throat as his thumb stroked my jaw.
Heat pooled between my legs.
“Zayne…” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling.
His breath hitched like the sound alone set him off.
“Red,” he growled softly, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
His other hand slid down to my waist, gripping firmly, pulling my body against the hard ridge straining against his pants. A whimper escaped me at the contact.
He kissed along my jaw, down to my neck, and my fingers tangled in his hair.
“I love you,” he breathed against my skin—steady, sure, as if he needed me to hear it when I was already undone
I didn’t question it.
I just pulled him closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “Say it again.”
“Alyssa,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “I love you.”
The words slid warm and electric through my whole body. I kissed him again—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, matching the heat that rolled off him.
He gripped my hips and lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around him, my core pressing against him as he carried me toward the bed.
A moan escaped me at the friction.
“Mark me,” I whispered against his neck. “Zayne… mark me, make me yours.”
His hands squeezed my ass as he crashed his mouth onto mine again, walking us to the bed without breaking the kiss. He laid me down gently, though nothing about his eyes was gentle.
“You’re already mine,” he said, voice low, breathless, dark.
His fingers traced the lace of my lingerie, and then his mouth followed, kissing down my neck in slow, claiming presses.
Each kiss made my breath stutter.
He kissed lower, across my collarbone, then down to the soft peaks of my nipples through the thin fabric. The heat of his mouth made my back arch.
“Zayne…” My voice cracked on his name.
I threaded my fingers into his hair, silently begging him for more.
He moved down my stomach, leaving a trail of heat behind him. When he reached my thighs, he paused and looked up at me, eyes burning.
“No more patience, Red,” he said. “Not tonight.” And I nodded, not trusting the words that would come out of my mouth…so I didn't try.
He slid the straps of my lingerie off my shoulders with deliberate slowness.
“Oh—” The sound slipped out before I could stop it.
He tore his shirt off and dropped it somewhere behind him. My breath caught when I saw the powerful lines of his chest, the muscles flexing with every movement.
T hen he spread my thighs with his hands—firm, possessive, sending heat shooting through me.
“Zayne…?” I breathed, not because I didn’t know what he planned, but because my body was already trembling for it.
“Look at me,” he murmured. “Watch me taste what’s mine.”
His head lowered to my inner thigh. His lips brushed my skin, slow and warm, and a sharp, desperate moan escaped me.
“Mmm… Zayne…” My fingers clutched the sheets.
He kissed closer. And closer.
Then—
His breath hit my center, followed by the first hot, deliberate lick of his tongue.
“Ah—Zayne…” My voice shook as pleasure shot through me.
His mouth closed around me, tongue stroking me with devastating precision. His hands held my thighs in place as if he knew I’d try to run from how intense it felt.
“Oh god! Zayne baby—” The words fell out in broken gasps.
He growled against me, the vibration making my hips jerk.
Heat coiled low inside me, building fast, impossibly fast.
“Please…” I gasped, tugging his hair. “Please, I need you… I need you inside me—”
He lifted his head, mouth glistening with me. His eyes were wild.
“You want my cock that badly, Red?” he rasped.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Zayne, please.”
His lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. “You’re beautiful when you beg.” He leaned in, voice brushing my ear.
“And I’m not done with you.”
He went down again—deeper, hungrier, tongue sliding inside me as I screamed his name.
Just as release rushed up my spine, he pulled back.
“No—Zayne—” My voice cracked. “Please don’t stop—”
He only smirked, standing as he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness.
His pants dropped.
My pulse stumbled when I saw the hard outline straining against his boxers. He stepped forward and pulled them down.
I swallowed.
“Zayne…” I breathed, everything inside me tightening with pure need.
He climbed over me, caging me beneath him. His hands framed my face tenderly, which differ from the heat in his eyes.
“I love you,” he murmured again, softer this time.
My hands pressed to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palms. “I love you too,” I whispered.
His mouth crashed into mine…possessive, consuming, drowning me in everything he felt. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against me.
“Zayne… more,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please… I need you-"