Chapter 2 Chapter 2- Night Of Ecstasy

Thanks to the alcohol, my confidence boosted and here I was, kissing him passionately.

Yet for one terrible second, I imagined they were Edric's.

I pulled back so abruptly my breathing turned uneven.

"What's wrong?"

"...Nothing."

I kissed him again.

Harder.

Hard enough to erase him from my memory.

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

“Eager, are we?”

Before I could answer, he spun me around, pressing my back against the chilling wall with a crushing weight.

“You are shaking,” His hands were sliding down to my hips, pressing me harder into his toned body.

“Is it cold, Kristine?”

He began leaving a trail of wet kisses from my shoulder, to my neck, ensuring every inch of my skin bore his touch.

“Or is it me?”

His marks were planted everywhere and surprisingly, I let him, moaning his name with a truthful answer.

“Y-You… it's you.” 

He moved with a tempting efficiency, stripping away my dress until I stood exposed in the moonlight.

His hands roughly moved across my skin, mapping every curve under his palm. 

Due to the heat from his large palm, I instinctively started to cover myself, but Zayne caught my wrists. 

“Don’t.”

On one side, it felt immoral.

But, on the other hand, the thrill of stepping out of my comfort zone pulled me back.

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

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

Crawling up to me, taking his amusement from every reaction. 

He kissed my ankles, my inner thighs, his tongue trailing a path of fire that made me clench the sheets.

“Zayne…” 

“What? Do you want to back away?”

He smirked, burying his face down to suck on my nipples, “Or continue?”

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

He bit down my nipple with a punishing force which caused me to whimper and run my nails down on his back.

"Zayne!" 

Moving upward, he started giving me butterfly kisses while rubbing me, noticing my wetness was increasing by each passing second.

"You're wet." 

He smirked victoriously.

"For me." 

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

Suddenly, a clarity washed over me when I found him–a stranger– at my entrance and pushed him back slightly. 

“Wait.”

“What is it? Don’t tell me you want to back away now.”

Hesitantly, my eyes dropped to my stomach. 

Am I doing the right thing? 

Would it harm my baby? 

“I… I don’t know, Zayne.”

But, before I could reach a decision, Zayne held my cheek in his palm. 

“Kirstine, Look at me.” 

I slowly lifted my gaze. The intensity of those blue eyes were forcing me to forget it all. 

“He deserved this for cheating on you.”

“I never told you he cheated on me.” 

“I keep a keen eye on my enemies.” He smirked, kissing my temples, a touch powerful enough to blur the lines.

“Plus your tears… he doesn’t deserve this.” He spoke huskily, holding my wrist, kissing it gently, not breaking the eye-contact even for a second.

Eventually, he began to press himself harder, sending a spark I failed to suppress. 

“Let it go, Kristine. Just for tonight, let it all go.”

“You’re right…” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I want to burn everything else away.”

“You should.”

The first thrust was a shock, a forceful push 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… one-night-stand.." I confessed, my heart pounding madly when the sensation of him being inside me overwhelmed me. 

I ended up squirming at the sensation but he pinned me down by holding my wrist.

“Shh…” 

His lips kissed my neck passionately, trying to hush me beautifully.

“It's going to be your last too…” 

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. 

Every hit, every breath, every growl from his throat blinded me to scream for more.

"Yes.. Yes…" I said senselessly, immersed in the bliss my love-deprived body was receiving.

“Harder…!”

My grip over his hand became tight when Zayne picked pace and began to thrust harder, faster, driving me wild.

"Goddammit… You are mine now.” He snarled, forcing me to stare into his obsessive gaze that intimidated me. 

“And now that I have claimed this body… " His eyes darkened, commanding strictly, "No one else will… Understood?"

He gave me a rough thrust, enough to make me scream.

When I failed to respond, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me forward.

“I said, Do you fucking understand?”

My body reacted on its own, agreeing hastily, "Y-Yes.. I am all yours.." 

The possessiveness should have scared me. 

Instead, it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt. 

Edric never looked at me like this.

Edric never noticed when I hesitated.

Edric never made me feel wanted.

Soon, I could feel twitching around him, letting him know I was at my edge and could no longer last long. 

“I.. I can’t take it anymore, Zayne,"

“Then let go, let it all out of your head and focus on me entirely, Sweetheart.”

He increased the speed, so I wouldn’t be able to contemplate my surroundings.

Screaming his name, calling out like he was all I needed, to think only about the heavenly sensation as we both reached our climax.

"Oh..! Oh God…!" 

“Fuck,” He growled when he came inside me, stopping gradually as I was shaking under him due to extreme pleasure surging in me. 

He let out a breathless voice, giving me a proud smirk “I bet Edric couldn’t make you this satisfied, right?”

Yes.

But I did not say that out loud.

Regaining my composure, I noticed his bewitching features from up close, holding his face in my hands. 

“Zayne…” I called timidly. 

“Hmm?”

“Was I enough?”

He blinked. “What?”

“Was I… enough?” I asked with a tear rolling down my temple.

He kissed my tears, “More than enough for me.” 

His eyes drifted to the clock, watching it struck twelve as a long cheering echoed in the street along with exquisite fireworks that were visible through his window.

“Happy New Year, Kristine.” 

I smiled. “Happy New Year, Zayne.” 

“This is just the start.” He held me a little tighter, as though letting go had never been an option.

“Because from tonight onward... you're mine.”

I laughed, believing it was nothing more than a possessive joke.

I couldn't have been more wrong.