Chapter 45: A Passionate Kiss
Liora’s POV
I made my way to Zane’s room with a glass of juice in one hand. As I approached his door, my mind was already spinning with how I’d play this moment. How I’ll act as loving as always.
The door was slightly open, and I pushed it without knocking, stepping into the room. Zane was pacing, looking tense, his injured arm already wrapped in thick bandage. He wore only loose pants, the waistband sitting low on his hips, revealing the taut lines of his abdomen. He wasn’t on any shirt. His hair was disheveled, falling slightly to his face and his fury looked barely contained. I looked around the room only to see some drugs set on the bed. The pack nurse had just left leaving Zane some medicines to take to help the healing.
Approaching, I called sweetly. "Zane," my voice filled with sympathy as I stepped closer, holding the glass of juice. "I’m so sorry for what Lucas did to you." My eyes moved to the bandages before meeting his gaze. His eyes burned with rage as he didn’t respond, just kept pacing, ignoring my presence.
Well, I ignored that and moved closer, setting the glass of juice on the table beside his bed and approached him again. He’s now standing by the window. Now standing in front of him, I let my hands drift to his chest, my fingers brushing against the smooth skin slowly and romantically. "He had no right," I murmured as I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the center of his chest. And he didn’t pull away. "Lucas is paying for his crime now," I continued, trailing kisses along his collarbone. "He’s locked up where he belongs, serving his punishment for daring to touch you." I added.
Zane’s expression remained cold as I tilted my head up, my lips finding his, and kissed him deeply, pouring every bit of worries into it. His free hand, the one not bound by bandages reached up, gripping my waist and pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, hungry and fierce, lasting for long, heated minutes.
Then I felt his hand move, sliding down there with a slow move. My gown was short, barely covering me, and I hadn’t bothered to wear underwear before coming. In fact, I hate wearing it. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I gasped, a soft chuckle escaping my lips as I shifted, widening my legs just enough to invite him further. His touch was unhesitating, as one finger slid in and out of me slowly. My breath hitched, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, watching the way his jaw tightened and soon, I felt two fingers. He’s added a second finger, moving faster, and I gripped his shoulders, moans slipping from my lips.
Zane’s eyes fluttered shut now, a low groan moan rumbling out his mouth as he quickened his pace. My body responded instinctively to the desire and pleasure.
Shortly, he slid his fingers out as they glistened with my juices, and he brought them to his mouth, licking them slowly, his eyes locked on mine as my lips curved out a smile. Then his lips crashed back onto mine, and I could taste myself on him. The kiss was so passionate and sweet, his tongue meeting mine as they played with each other.