Page 25 of Symphony for Lies (Tangled Truths #2)

“Mhm.” His smirk was pure wickedness, but his eyes were locked onto me with predatory focus.

He lifted me out of the car, making me gasp as he held me against his chest. His lips trailed hot, openmouthed kisses down my throat. My pulse skyrocketed.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my skin, sending shockwaves straight to my core.

He carried me inside with steady, confident steps, and with one smooth motion, he pushed the door closed behind us.

Zane’s lips traveled lower as his hands traced my sides, feeling every inch of me.

I shuddered, gripping his shoulders for support.“You seem… experienced at this.”

His lips curved into another smirk against my neck.“Says the woman who steals my sanity with every kiss.”

His teeth grazed my flesh as his fingers slipped my blazer off.

When his hands dropped to the hem of my dress, I caught his wrists. “The dress. It’s important. My grandmother made it.”

Zane immediately stilled.His gaze traveled appreciatively over me.“She knew what she was doing. You look fucking breathtaking in it.”

He lifted me into his arms again and carried me to his bedroom.

After setting me down gently in front of the bed, his fingers brushed down my back until he found the zipper. In one smooth motion, the silky fabric pooled at my feet.

The weight of his longing stare was almost a physical caress.

His lips followed the path of his hands as they mapped every curve of my body, memorizing every quiver beneath his touch.

My fingers traveled down his back, desperate to feel him, to tear away the last barriers between us.

His tie. His shirt. Everything fell to the floor.

Zane let out a low, heated groan as we kissed in frenzied passion.

He guided me to the bed, his weight pressing me into the sheets.

There was the sound of his nightstand drawer sliding open and the sound of foil tearing before he kissed me again.

He moved lower. And lower. His fingers hooked under my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders.

My face flushed as my body tensed in anticipation.

Zane’s sinful gaze lifted to mine as a slow, crooked smile curved his lips. They brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. A tease.

Nevertheless, I sucked in a sharp breath. My body was on fire.

And then, I felt his tongue.

A sharp, pleasure-drenched jolt of lightning shot through me, making my legs tremble.

I fisted the sheets, gasping as he licked deeper inside me, pushing me to the edge with every languid stroke.

He moaned against me, and the vibration sent a pulse of delight through every nerve in my body.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me down, keeping me exactly where he wanted.

Writhing beneath his hold, the sensations overwhelmed every thought. I almost believed it was too much until he sucked my clit .

Involuntarily, I arched off the bed.“Zane—!”

His grip tightened as his relentless tongue stroked harder and faster,

I was unraveling. Drowning.

Every time he flicked his tongue against my clit, I felt like I was about to burst into flames.

Abruptly, he pulled away before I could reach that peak.

His lips trailed up my stomach to my breasts, leaving a scorching path behind.

I barely had a second to breathe before he slid on the condom, spread my legs, and thrust into me in one fast motion.

I wordlessly cried out. The fullness and sheer intensity stole my voice.

Zane let out a deep, broken moan, his forehead resting against mine.“Fuck, Amelia…”

He held still for a moment, letting me adjust. His fingers tenderly stroked over my stomach and ribs.

And when I was ready, he moved.Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate.

Pleasure flooded my veins, the lingering ache melting into something unbearably sweet.

His hips snapped forward harder, faster.

“Does it feel good?” he rasped, pressing a kiss against my ear.

I tried to answer, but only a broken moan escaped.

Zane chuckled darkly.“Why aren’t you answering?”

I dug my nails into his back. My brain was short-circuiting.

He pulled out.

For one agonizing second, I was empty.

A chill ran over my body, and then he slammed back in, rough and unrelenting. A sharp cry ripped from my throat.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes.” That single word was all I could utter. I was falling apart, shattering beneath him, completely at his mercy.

He was pounding into me with relentless ferocity. As if to remind me exactly why I shouldn’t have walked away the night before.

His lips crashed onto mine, swallowing my gasps and muffling my moans. And every time he slammed his cock deeper, I arched into his thrusts, my nails digging into his back.

A sharp, overwhelming pleasure tore through me when he hit that spot. Stars. I saw fucking stars.

Tears welled in my eyes from the overwhelming sensation of teetering between pleasure and pain.

Zane kissed them away before pulling back slightly. His brown eyes found mine, and I forgot how to breathe.

There was something fierce, raw, consuming in his expression.

Love. Desire. Need.

A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, his chest heaved, and his sculpted muscles trembled.His kiss-swollen lips parted as he rasped,“You turn me on when you look at me like that, Amelia.”

Our lips connected again in a desperate kiss as he sunk in deeper, making me feel every inch of him.

The pleasure built inside me, andwith one last ruthless thrust, I was pushed over the edge.

My body trembled violently, ecstasy crashing through me like a tidal wave.

But Zane didn’t stop. His strokes were still deep and unrelenting.

Even as my body spasmed from aftershocks, he kept going.Not slowing down. Not until I reached my limit again. As my entire body convulsed with another orgasm, he finally let go.

A deep groan tore from his throat as his body shuddered against mine, his release hitting him like a violent storm.

Our bodies collapsed together, hot, slick, and utterly spent.

His lips pressed against my sweaty skin, leaving soft kisses along my neck and shoulder.

My limbs were too weak to move, and my heart still raced.

A sharp hiss slipped past my lips as he slowly pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and completely undone.

With a heavy, satisfied groan, he rolled over, pulling me onto his chest.

I released a shaky breath as my head rested on his sculpted chest. I could hear Zane’s erratic heartbeat and heavy breathing and smell his clean and intoxicating scent that mixed with the lingering traces of sweat and sex.

I melted into him.

As his fingers drew slow, lazy circles against my skin, I barely realized my eyes were drifting shut.

I don’t know how long we lay there, but my body felt heavy, and my skin tingled.

Zane was beside me, one hand resting lazily on my waist, his thumb stroking back and forth against my skin.

His breathing had slowed, but his dark, passionate eyes were still open, still locked on me. “Finally awake?”

I needed a moment to process his words before I finally nodded.

“It’s past midnight.” His fingers traced patterns up my arm.

I swallowed. “Already?”

A slow smirk tugged at his lips like he’d been expecting that.

I sat up, and the sheets slid down to my waist. The cool air against my heated skin sent a shiver down my spine.

Zane’s eyes scanned my body, his smirk widening.“Now, that’s something I don’t want to miss. ”

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down onto him. His bare, warm chest pressed against mine.

“Stay with me,” he requested in a husky whisper. Underneath it was something raw, a pleading inquiry.“I haven’t closed my eyes once, Amelia.” His thumb brushed over my cheek. “Because I was afraid you’d disappear again.”

My breath hitched.

“Stay. Please.”

He planted a soft, lingering kiss against my forehead, making the tension in my muscles slowly unwind. I closed my eyes, huddling closer to his warmth, and I didn’t leave.