Preface
*Moans*
“Wai…”
She stammered in an attempt to steady her heart which was beating rapidly just like four years ago. Nothing had changed she realized. She had not changed at all. Moreover, she just couldn’t.
“Sto…Stop…”
His passionate and wet kisses on her neck stopped or perhaps he just took a pause and didn’t have any intention of letting her go just yet.
“Why are you reacting then?”
His voice was cold and dangerous but as she gazed at him with her doe eyes, his look softened.
“I don’t know how to not react.”
She mumbled, honestly how could she not react to the touches and caresses of the man, of the only man she had ever loved in her life? Parting her lips, she arched her head as once more he began attacking her neck with his lips.
“No…this is wrong umm”
He shoved her on the bed and hovered above her, enclosing her in his muscular arms, but her eyelids remained closed as he tightened his grip upon hearing her words.
“Oh Ren, nothing has ever felt wrong with you. You have no idea, my girl how I have been imagining to fu*k you for days now, and let me be clear,” as he breathed on her face, her eyes slowly opened.
His knuckles were stroking her cheek and his gaze appeared persistent.
“I have no intention to stop nor to slow down at any cost. You are mine for the night.”
After whispering those words in her ear, as he looked directly into her eyes, a shiver mixed with a tingling sensation ran down her spine.
“You were always mine, Ren!”
She shook her face.
“We can’t, you have a fiance.”
Her voice was filled with pain, which was reflected in the severity of her unpleasant tone. To her surprise, however, he only smirked.
“That was before you appeared again like rain on a hot summer day, Miss Anderson.”
She rolled her eyes before trying to push him off of her only to get a groan from him in response and then she realized that his long manhood was poking her clothed core.
She sighed while glaring at his ring and as if he understood, his smirk widened.
“Is this supposed to be bothering you?”
“Yes, it is Zayn,”
The moment she called him by his name, for a second, his expression shifted from lust to nostalgia.
“It reminds me that you belong…”
As she looked at him in disbelief at what he had done, she stopped talking.
