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From the front, all I can see is the marbled scarlet tone of the burn mark over the entire length of his left side. Sure, it’s ragged andobvious, but it doesn’t take away from his looks in any way. He turns slowly with his shoulders stiff until his back is to me. The entire left side of his back is made up of the same scarlet marbled scars.
I’m not sure what happens. One moment I’m sitting on the bed and the next I’m standing behind him with my fingers trailing from the smooth unblemished skin of his back to the rough scars. I didn’t think it was possible, but his back and shoulders stiffen even more. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur.
He whirls around, his eyes wide and vulnerable. His hands clutch at my shoulders before he kisses me. His arm wraps around my back, pinning my arms between us while his other hand buries in my hair as he deepens the kiss. My chin tips up as far as I possible to give him better access.
My fingers run over the skin of his stomach, catching on the button of his jeans. It takes me a moment to get his jeans unbuttoned. Once they’re open and unzipped, Zane pulls away to shove them down his hips, along with his underwear, and kicks them off.
I let out a shocked shriek as he grabs me around the waist and tosses me onto the bed. I don’t get the opportunity for any more noises, let alone thoughts, before he’s covering me and his lips are pressed to mine once more. One of his knees pushes between my thighs before he knocks them open to slot himself into place between them.
My head tips back and a deep moan leaves me as he runs the length of his cock along my pussy. He repeats the motion once, twice, three times before he growls in frustration. Pulling his hips away, I whimper as he reaches over to the beside table to grab a small square foil package.
He fumbles with the condom, dropping it on my stomach as he tries to open it. A sheepish grin covers his face before he picks it up once more and tears it open with steadier hands. I watch as he pulls the latex free, studying the rolled edges to figure out which way it rolls before he holds it to the tip of his cock and carefully rolls it down his length.
I wouldn’t say he’s small, but he’s not as big as Sloane, which ishonestly a relief. I was sore for two days after we had sex, and I’m hoping that won’t happen with Zane.
He looks down at me, his hard cock still in his hand. His brows are furrowed, unsure as he waits for something. “Zane, if you don’t put that inside of me right now, I might actually kill you.”
A grin curves his lips, and he kneels between my legs, letting them fall wide open with his knees tucked under them. Holding the base of his cock, he notches it at my entrance, holding my hip with his opposite hand. Slowly, he pushes inside of me. His mouth falls open and his eyes roll. When his hips meet mine, he pauses, using his thumb to circle my clit once and my pussy spasms. “Fuck. I can feel you get tighter around me,” he groans as he repeats the movement.
My hips jerk and I groan, “Please.”
Zane pulls out of me slowly before pushing in again. His strokes are even and slow as he sets my blood on fire. His jaw is tense as he makes love to me. There are no other words for it. Where what Sloane and I did was dirty and quick, Zane’s movements are slow and methodical. He holds me with so much affection and his eyes hold mine with an intensity that I hadn’t really been expecting.
He drops one hand between us to circle my clit in quick circles. The contradictory speeds of his hips and hand make me crazy. “Zane! Fuck. Please, more,” I gasp and cry out when he slams into me.
After that, he’s like a man possessed, hooking my leg over the arm that’s not busy rubbing my clit. He wraps his forearm around my thigh to slam his cock deep into my pussy over and over again. Whimpers and moans leave my throat as I rise higher and higher. “Fuck, Viv. Come for me,” he begs, and I do.
I explode, crying out his name as I writhe under his ministrations. Zane curses as his thrusts become deeper. He falls forward, resting his forehead against my shoulder as his entire body tenses. When he stops coming, he slowly pulls himself out of me. His eyes meet mine as he pulls the condom off and tosses it into a small trash can near the bed.
His mouth comes down on mine. He kisses me until I’m breathless. “You’re perfect,” he tells me with so much emotion in his voice that I almost choke on it.
His shoulders roll as my palm runs down the scars on his left side.Pushing up onto my elbows, I brush soft kisses against his chin and down his throat to his collarbone. When something hard brushes against my thigh, I glance between us to find him already hard again. I raise my brows at him. “Again?” I ask breathlessly.
Zane reaches into the box. “Definitely.”
Cain
How many times can two teenagers have sex before they pass out from exhaustion? Apparently, at least twelve. Not that I’m trying to keep track, but the walls of this house are paper thin and my room is just two doors down. I feel bad for Sloane, since his room is right across the hall. I hear a door opening and closing before the door to the bathroom closes. Assuming it’s Zane, I hop out of bed to demand they shut the fuck up so I can sleep. I’m so behind in grading and listening to Viviana come over and over again is not helping.
I lean against the wall with my arms crossed across the hall from the bathroom. If it were any of the other guys in there, I would just walk in, but Zane is different. He’d probably actually kill me if I ever saw him undressed. So I wait patiently, even though it literally kills me inside.
When the sink turns on, I roll my eyes. How long does it take him to go to the bathroom? I’m starting to get impatient when the door opens and Viviana steps out with her hair thrown in a bun, with two silver chopsticks holding it in place, wearing nothing but Zane’s shirt. The shirt he was wearing when they came up here. My brows furrowas I try to figure out this puzzle. “Oh, sorry. Did you need the bathroom?” She hurries out of the doorway.
I just continue staring at her. “You’re wearing Zane’s shirt.
Her cheeks tinge pink as she avoids looking at me. “I couldn’t find my clothes, so I grabbed his.”
“He took his shirt off?”
She frowns, finally meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s a question a professor should be asking.” Her arms cross over her chest and she stares me down.
My brows raise. Is she protecting him? From me? I lean in closer. “A professor also shouldn’t make his student walk around without any panties for an entire day.”
She swallows hard, but continues to stare at me stubbornly. Her defiance makes me want to fuck it out of her. “Answer the question,” I grit out.
Her mouth stays stubbornly shut and I huff out a breath, narrowing my eyes at her. Turning on my heel, I stalk down the hall toward Zane’s room. She flings herself in front of the door before I can even try to get it open. “You can’t go in there!” she tells me, her voice full of venom.
I smirk at her, resting my palm on the door frame to close her in to the small space. “Why not?”
