He palms my ass, bringing me closer until my tits are hanging in his face. He sucks a nipple on a long, hard draw just as his other hand flicks my clit and I come so hard I swear I seeGod. My orgasm shatters through me, thunderous in its power, the quake of it even stronger for having been held off for so long. Zane carries me through it, his thumb rubbing rhythmic circles into my sensitive skin as my walls pull him in, convulsing around him.
I come back to myself slowly, and as much as I don’t think it’s possible, I can already feel myself building up again.
“You’re gorgeous, Kaye,” Zane says. “So fucking perfect when you come. Can you give me another? I know you can—I feel you tensing. Your pussy’s going to milk me dry, isn’t it?”
I nod even though I don’t think he expects an answer. He picks up the pace, hips rising to meet me and his hand on my ass keeping me where he wants me even as I ride him. We build together, rising higher and higher. He is everywhere all at once, sucking and teasing my nipples, steadily coaxing the pressure on my clit. The smell of sex and salt and hot moisture’s all around us.
Everything else falls away but Zane and the tension we create, the thrusting of our hips, his teeth on my shoulder. His lips on mine.
I reach the precipice first, but I try to pull it back in, to wait until he can go over the edge with me.
“Come for me, Kaye.”
The command is threaded with his power. It rips through me with the force of a typhoon. He’s not far behind, coming with a shouted curse. He twitches inside me, spilling in me with a few more pumps, then stills as we catch our breaths.
My body feels weightless, boneless, as he kisses the remnants of my tears away. He scoops me into his arms, holds me pressed against his chest. “I almost lost you again, Kaye. I’ve never been so scared in all my life.”
His wet hair is soft between my fingers as I cling to the nape of his neck. “It’s okay, Zane. I’m right here.”
“Are you okay? Was that too much for you?”
How do I capture how that experience made me feel? It was rough and intense, raw with a flavor of danger that made it all the more appealing. Sex with Zane felt like facing him in battle, his will against mine in a dance that drove us each to higher realms of sensation and pleasure. I can’t wait to do it again.
“It was perfect.” I sigh. “If I had known being your captive would have ended like that, I’d have let you take me long ago.”
His hearty laugh encases me, filling my chest with warmth. I close my eyes as his strong hands massage shampoo through my roots and onto my scalp. It feels so damn good.
I wake up some time later wrapped in a cotton robe and tucked into Zane’s side under the sheets, his hand holding mine. I don’t think I’ve ever been so content.
We doze for some time, wrapped up in each other, feeling warm and cherished. I don’t think either of us ever had enough of that.
We make love two more times before sleep finally claims us. When we claim each other this time it is full of sensual caresses and gentle care, though no less filled with passion. I love that I can have both with this man—the villain hungry for my submission and the man who soothes it all away. I love our games. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of playing them or exploring the sides of our dynamic that the battle for New Malcolm never let us have, but I also like the moments when we are soft and I feel safe and cherished in his arms.
I trace swirls into his skin, following the lines of our shared scars and committing them to memory. His eyes close and his breathing turns soft and deep.
“I love you, Zane Maxwell,” I whisper.
Someday soon, I’ll be brave enough to tell him for real. For now, this moment is enough.
Zane
Our fingers graze as Kaye passes me a vial full of her power, the look in her eyes smoldering in a way that goes directly to my groin. It took three days of brainstorming and experimentation to figure it out, a subtle and exact combination of her gifts and mine to pull the essence from her blood and contain it. Three glorious days spent collaborating and exploring our new relationship. Learning each other.
Each time we come together is unique. Tender one moment and full of fire and dominance the next. As much as I imagined about what being with her would be like, my fantasies never came close to reality. The trust she places in me, the way she is not just up for any challenge but enthusiastically pursues wherever we go—it’s beyond words.
I can’t remember ever feeling this way. Like the world is some place I could be again. Like it’s worth fighting for my place in it.
Because of her.
She figured out the secret of C’s tunnels, she stole the map that will bring me to him, and now she’s giving me a cure. She really does shit fairy tales and rainbows.
“Thank you, Kaye. I can’t begin to tell you what this means to me.”
Even if it doesn’t end up working, this is still the closest I’ve come in a long time to progress. To being free of this chemical exchange. When I first created the serum, a single dose could last as long as a month or more before I had to administer it again. Now, after five years of taking it, I can barely last a week.
The effects seem to be changing too, my eyes brightening ever so slightly and taking on what I can only describe as a radioactive quality.
George says my moods have been shifting more. Heightening. The urge to react builds stronger in my chest. I’ll do anything to contain that. The serum may have saved my life, given me these gifts, but it doesn’t get to control me. If I am to be a monster, let it be one of my own creation.
