Chapter 2

　　"Mr. Nightwood," I purred, extending my hand out to him which he grabbed without hesitation, pulling me into his lap.

　　He seemed content, pressing me harder into him with his hot breaths on my neck, doing something magical to me.

　　"Where is that good-for-nothing boyfriend of yours, Miss Iglesias?"

　　"Ex," I corrected him sourly, taking a sip of my drink, sliding my hand to his thigh, biting my bottom lip seductively.

　　A wicked glimpse flickered in his eyes, as if it was the most felicitous news, and simultaneously, we both sensed a hidden intention.

　　"Finally decided to raise your standard?"

　　"Uh-huh,"

　　I was barely in my sense, giggling as my fingers traced over his chiseled jawline, running my fingers through the beard of this devilishly handsome man.

　　He saw lust clouding my eyes, pressing himself against me, running my finger down to his neck as he inhaled my scent.

　　"In that case,"

　　Holding my hand, he kissed my wrist while wrapping his other hand around my waist, blinding me in his spell and I subconsciously craved more of it.

　　"Would you like me to make your New Year unforgettable, sweetheart?"

　　"I would love to~"

　　The door to his place hadn't even fully clicked shut before he had me pinned against the wall possessively.

　　When his lips met mine in a magical way, I mindlessly reacted, feeling daring enough due to the alcohol, and kissed him back.

　　He tasted like expensive bourbon and dark intentions, a mystic sync that drowned out the echoes of Edric's laughter and Amie's smirks.

　　He pulled back just an inch to catch his breath before trailing his finger to my neck.

　　With a low chuckle, he stepped back, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my blood pump faster.

　　I didn't want to be gentle.

　　I reached for his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons until I ripped the fabric open, exposing his ripped muscles and inviting abs.

　　"Eager, are we?" Zayne's voice was a husky growl.

　　Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my back against the chilling wall, the predatory weight of his body crushing mine.

　　Locking my one hand beside my head, his grip on me was firm, chaining me against the wall like he won't release it, ever.

　　As if he owned me. As if his fingers burned to graze me.

　　As if I… belonged to him.

　　"You are shaking," he murmured, his hands sliding down to my hips, pressing me harder into his toned body, "Is it cold, Kristine? Or is it me?"

　　Leaving a trail of wet kisses from my shoulder, to my neck, down to my collarbones, ensuring every inch of my skin bore his scent and wetness.

　　Implanting his mark everywhere and surprisingly, I let him, moaning his name with a truthful answer.

　　"Y-You,"

　　Closing my eyes to sway along the heated rhythm, a mewl escaped my lips, resting all my weight on him, sensing his strong arousal.

　　"Fuck… you are so desirable, Kristine," He growled.

　　He moved with a tempting efficiency, stripping away my dress until I stood exposed in the moonlight, forming goosebumps all over my body.

　　"Good thing you left a loser like him. He was never worth it," He hummed.

　　His hands roughly moved across my skin, making every curve under his palm, biting my earlobe.

　　I instinctively started to cover myself, but Zayne caught my wrists. He held them above my head, his gaze raking over me with a terrifying intensity.

　　On one side, it felt immoral but on the other, the delicious taste of stepping out of my comfort zone pulled me back to him.

　　"Don't," He commanded, turning me around to face him sharply.

　　"I have wanted to see you like this since the moment you walked into that club. Finally, you are mine."

　　He lowered me onto the silk sheets, his body following. As he moved between my thighs, his movements were slow, agonizing.

　　Something hauntingly beautiful flashed in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

　　Slowly crawling up to me, taking his amusement from every reaction.

　　He kissed my ankles, my inner thighs, his tongue trailing a path of liquid fire that made me clench the sheets, arching my back due to neediness.

　　"Zayne…"

　　"What? Do you want to back away?"

　　Burying his face down to suck on my nipples, he bit down, "Or continue."

　　"C-Continue, pl- please!" I moaned deafeningly, fingers clasped around his hair, granting him further access.

　　The way his tongue drenched my sensitive spot, I had never sensed this pleasure before, it defeated every other, it turned me blind.

　　He bit harshly, which caused me to whimper, running my nails down on his toned back, pressing him more into me.

　　"Zayne!"

　　Moving upward, he started giving me butterfly kisses while rubbing me to check the wetness, noticing my lust was amplifying by each passing second.

　　Letting a soft hum, "You're wet."

　　He moved to my neck, bit it, marking me as his and completed his sentence.

　　"For me."

　　"Hmm... For you," I nodded in desperation, requiring more of it, more of him, to experience the sinful taste of euphoria.

　　His lips curved upward from one side menacingly when he pulled my legs apart, wrapping them around his torso.

　　"Are you sure?" He asked huskily, holding my wrist, kissing it gently before making intense eye-contact that hastened my beats.

　　"I want you," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I want to burn everything else away."

　　The first thrust was a shock, a forceful, overwhelming presence that made me cry out in pain.

　　Zayne froze, his muscles locking as he stared down at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

　　"You-" he groaned, "You are so tight, Kristine,"

　　"This is my first time... like this," I confessed, my heart pounding madly when the sensation of him being inside me overwhelmed me.

　　"My first one-night stand."

　　I ended up squirming at the sensation of pain but pinning me by holding my wrist, his lips kissed my neck passionately, trying to hush me beautifully.

　　"Shh, shh, it's fine, you will get used to it,"

　　He began to move again slowly this time, allowing me to adjust to his size and relax eventually.

　　I bit my lips, looking out of the window, feeling strangely good when he pushed himself harder, surging a wave of euphoria.

　　"Zayne!"

　　I moaned loud enough for the walls to tremble and alarm the neighbors as the pain was now replaced with extreme pleasure.

　　Gradually his thrusts turned into a rough, driving pace. Every hit, every breath, every growl from his throat blinded me to scream for more.

　　He was not just fucking me, he was claiming every inch of my skin.

　　"Yes.. Yes… right Ah! There," I said senselessly, solely immersed in the endless bliss my love-deprived body was receiving.

　　My grip over his hand became tight when Zayne picked pace and began to thrust harder, faster, driving me wild, mixing our groans and releasing one symphonic sound.

　　Edric never felt this amazing, this… perfect.