Page 34 of Smut Lovers
Chapter Five
Zane
T he air in the elevator is thick with tension, a mix of excitement and something deeper as I hold Wren close.
Her body is still buzzing from what just happened at the shop, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.
I glance down at her, my heart racing at the thought of having her completely to myself, away from prying eyes.
“You’re quiet,” I say, breaking the silence. A smirk plays on my lips as I watch her gaze flicker up to meet mine, her eyes filled with a mix of disobedience and desire.
“I’m just trying to process everything,” she replies, her voice steady but I can hear the slight tremor beneath it. I love that I can make her feel this way.
As I step into the penthouse, I can feel the weight of the moment hanging in the air.
Wren is still reeling from what just happened, and I can see the conflict in her striking blue eyes—so vivid against the backdrop of my dark, urban sanctuary.
They flicker with a blend of defiance and curiosity, and I can’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness.
“Welcome to my lair,” I say, gesturing around the spacious room. The modern decor and expansive windows that overlook the city are all part of the allure, but it’s her that truly captivates me. I step closer, my heart racing at the thought of what’s to come.
She takes a moment to absorb her surroundings, but I can tell her focus is on me. “It’s… nice,” she replies, her voice steady, but I can see the way her breath quickens.
“Nice? Just nice?” I tease, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I thought you liked it rough.”
Her breath hitches, and I can see the flush creeping up her cheeks. “I do,” she admits, and that admission sends a thrill through me.
“Good,” I say, taking her hand and leading her further into the penthouse. I want to show her everything—who I am, what I want from her. “Let’s make sure you don’t forget tonight.”
As we reach the living room, I can feel the tension crackling between us, electric and intoxicating. I turn to her, my heart pounding as I take in the sight of her—beautiful, fierce, and completely mine.
“Sit,” I command, and she obeys, her blue eyes never leaving mine. There’s a fire in her gaze, and I know that beneath her tough exterior lies a yearning for something only I can give her.
I step closer, towering over her, the heat radiating between us palpable. The air thickens with tension, and I can feel the electricity crackling around us. Wren’s eyes widen slightly, a mix of challenges and curiosity swirling within them.
Slowly, I lean down, closing the distance between us, my gaze locked onto hers. I can feel her breath quickening, the anticipation building as I hover just inches from her lips.
For a moment, time stands still. I can see her weighing her options, the sharpness of her tongue replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. But then, she leans in, her hesitation melting away as she closes the gap.
Our lips meet in a heated kiss, soft yet demanding, igniting a fire between us. She responds instantly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, deepening the connection. I can taste the remnants of our earlier encounter on her lips—sweet, intoxicating, and utterly addictive.
The kiss is electric, filled with the promise of what’s to come. It’s a dance of dominance and submission, a melding of our desires as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. Every nerve in my body ignites, and I lose myself in the warmth of her.
“Are you ready for what’s next, little songbird?” I ask, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
“Show me,” she breathes, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
As I lead Wren into the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts, thick with unspoken tension. I can feel her eyes burning into me, a mix of challenge and intrigue. She’s always had that sharp tongue, the way she quips back at me with that bratty attitude, and it only makes me want her more.
“Do you think you can handle what’s coming, little songbird?” I ask, my voice low and steady. I want her to know that I’m not just here to play; I’m here to take control.
Wren crosses her arms, a defiant smile dancing on her lips. “What makes you think I need you to show me anything?” she retorts, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her face with that irresistible charm.
I chuckle, the sound deep and rumbling. “Because I’ve been watching you, Wren. You may have raised yourself, but that doesn’t mean you don’t crave someone to take care of you. And I’m more than willing to step into that role.”
Her expression falters for just a moment, and I can see the flicker of vulnerability beneath her bravado. It’s a glimpse of the girl who’s had to fend for herself since her parents disappeared, the one who hides behind that sharp tongue and fiery attitude.
“Is that so?” she challenges, tilting her head slightly, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “And what makes you think I’d let you?”
I step closer, invading her space, my presence overwhelming her. “Because deep down, you know you need someone to guide you. Someone to keep you safe.” I let the weight of my words sink in, hoping to break through her defenses.
“Safe? Please,” she scoffs, but I can see the crack in her armor. “I can take care of myself.”
“Can you?” I counter, my tone firm. “You’ve been doing a damn good job of it, but it’s clear you’re tired. Tired of playing the role of the adult when you’re still just a kid at heart.”
She opens her mouth to retort, but I cut her off, leaning in closer. “You’re not alone anymore, Wren. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You may think you’re a brat, but I see the woman beneath that layer. The one who deserves to be cherished and taken care of.”
Her breath hitches, and I can see the battle waging within her. It’s a dance I’ve watched from afar, and now, I’m ready to take the lead.
“Let me show you what it means to surrender, to trust,” I say softly, my eyes locking onto hers. “You can let go. I promise to catch you.”
Wren hesitates; her sharp tongue momentarily silenced as she considers my words. I can see the vulnerability in her gaze, the flicker of hope battling against her instinct to push me away.
“Fine,” she finally says, a hint of defiance still laced in her voice. “But don’t think I’ll make it easy for you.”
I smile, the corners of my mouth lifting as I take her hand, pulling her closer. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”