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Fuck. This will never get old. My hands roam over her body as she comes down from her high, and she whimpers softly when I trace over her bra and make her tits spill out. I tease her nipple with one hand while keeping her steady with the other, grabbing her waist tightly. She moves her hips, and I moan, her eagerness further fueling mine.
“Fuck yourself on my cock.” She looks back, presenting me with a vision so fucking ethereal that I can’t tear my eyes off her as she moves her hips, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Such a good girl,” I murmur as she fucks me on her hands and knees, her pussy throbbing around me.
She throws me a teasing look and begins to move slowly, taunting me, provoking me into taking her the way she likes. “Like that?” she asks, her tone filled with mirth. I narrow my eyes in warning, but she ignores it as she slowly pushes back onto my cock, depriving me of what I asked for.
“You never fucking listen, do you?” I wrap my arm around her stomach and pull her upright until I’ve got her back pressed against my chest and her knees on the edge of the bed. Her head drops back against my shoulder, and I wrap one hand around her throat while the other runs down her body to settle between her legs.
Celeste tilts her face, and I lean in to kiss her, a wave of emotions coming over me as I take her lips slowly, my cock buried deep inside her and my fingers pressing against her pussy. “Zane,” she whispers against my lips, and fuck, I could come right there and then.
She moans when I circle her sensitive clit, and I keep her in place with my palm. “One more,” I murmur. “Give me one more, Celeste.”
I fuck her just like that, one hand between her legs and the other around her throat, the sound of her pleas filling my bedroom. For just a little while, it’s like we’re in the past, and there’s nothing but us. She moans so beautifully, and I sigh against her neck. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, thrusting into her deeper, to a point where she struggles to cope. “You’re taking me so nice and good, Celeste. You drive me crazy, you know?”
She shifts her hips, and I tease her harder, taking her to the edge. “I’m so close,” she whispers. I press a kiss to her shoulder and feel the resulting shiver run down her spine. I smile and do it again, and again, knowing how much she likes it. “Zane.” This time her tone is a warning, one I don’t heed.
I tilt my face and kiss her neck before sucking down on it, marking her. “Come for me,” I whisper into her ear as I synchronize the way I push my cock into her with the way my fingers move.
She does, and fuck, she takes me right along with her. The way she comes around my cock still makes me see fucking stars, like it always has. I drop my forehead to her shoulder, my breathing ragged as I fill up her pretty pussy.
I told myself I’d keep my distance, that I wouldn’t let her provoke me, so how the fuck did I find myself buried deep inside her all over again?
ChapterFifty-Two
Celeste
Unexpected loneliness hits me hard when I wake up all alone in Zane’s bed, dressed in nothing but my bridal lingerie. His entire room feels unfamiliar, and I didn’t think it’d hurt so much to know he went through such great lengths to erase me from his life. I did the same, after all.
My fingers wrap around the sheets as last night’s events flash through my mind, and heat rushes to my cheeks. Zane pulled out of me the second he came, the spell we were both under breaking instantly. He barely spared me a glance as he tidied his clothes and walked away, leaving me in his bed, evidence of what we’d done all over my thighs.
In Hawaii, we’d both been drinking, but last night… last night was different. Maybe it was the way he called meCelestial, or the way he called me hiswife. I felt enchanted, desperate to lose myself in him, and I know the feeling was mutual.
I sigh as I get out of bed, surprised to find half his walk-in wardrobe already filled with my clothes. Bitterness seeps in at the sight of it, reality slowly tugging at me for attention. I bite down on my lip and walk into his shower, suddenly desperate to wash every last trace of him off me. I wasn’t supposed to feel this good with him, wasn’t supposed to forget. Being around him again is confusing, and I’m scared I’ll lose sight of my goals over time. How am I supposed to last three years when I couldn’t even resist him for one single night? Even in Hawaii… it wasn’t me who stayed away. It was him.
I bury my hands in my hair and squeeze my eyes closed, my chest aching as water rains down on me. Remorse takes hold, and I draw a shaky breath when Lily crosses my mind, followed by everything Zane has done to Harrison Developments. When he touches me, it’s so easy to pretend he’s the man I used to love, when that version of him never truly existed.
By the time I’m dressed and ready for the day, I’m much calmer, my usual shield back in place, fueled by guilt. Zane looks up when I walk into the kitchen, and I pause, surprised to find him leaning against the counter with a coffee cup in his hand, a black t-shirt covering his torso and a pair of gray sweats hanging low on his hip.
“Morning,” he says, his tone gruff and his expression guarded. “I trust you slept well?”
I nod and take a hesitant step forward, unsure what to do or say. It’s hard to believe that he’s myhusbandnow, when neither of us can stand the other. I’ve never felt this way — so conflicted.
Zane pushes off the counter and sighs, reluctance written all over his face. “Why don’t I show you around? You’ll be living here for the foreseeable future, after all.”
He walks out of the kitchen before waiting for me to respond, and irritation cascades over me as I follow him. Zane barely looks at me as he moves from room to room, his expression carefully blank, like he’s trying to hide how much I’m inconveniencing him.
Something heavy settles in my chest when I realize every single aspect of his house has changed. Some of the walls have been knocked down, and the layout is entirely different. Five years ago, I could navigate this place in my sleep. “Is there anything you didn’t change?” I ask without thinking, suddenly feeling aggrieved for reasons I can’t admit to.
He glances over his shoulder and sighs as he leads me back to the kitchen. “No.” Zane runs a hand through his hair, the gesture so familiar that it makes my heart ache. “I guess I’ll have to change it again in three years.”
He pauses in the middle of his kitchen and turns to face me, his expression guarded as we study each other. I take in the slight stubble on his jaw, his messy hair, and the gray sweats that he knows I’ve always loved. The sense of loss completely overwhelms me, and I draw a shaky breath as my mind begins to torment me with visions of him with someone else.
“Who is it?” I ask, my voice trembling more than I’d have liked. “The girl you renovated the house for.” I still remember how he redid his whole driveway because I’d complained about the way my heels were damaged by his gravel. It’d only take a few comments from a girl he’s devoted to for him to redo his whole house, and it kills me that it’s no longer me. Maybe it never was.
Zane stares at me and crosses his arms, his expression hardening. “That’s not really any of your business, is it?”
My heart lurches, and something dark and twisted settles in my stomach. “It is,” I snap. “I’m yourwife.”
He looks disarmed for a moment, and then he sighs. Zane walks up to me, and I tense when he reaches for me, my heart skipping a beat. His hands wrap around my waist, and he lifts me on top of his kitchen counter effortlessly, the way he used to. I instinctively place my palm on his chest, his t-shirt soft against my fingers.
