Zane snorted at her, sweet-mouthing him. "You're playing with fire, Ugly Swan," he muttered in his husky voice.
Ugly Swan? Her? Her eyes fluttered wide open, wondering where he got that awful nickname for her.
Well, that wasn't her top priority right now to be worried about. She pushed the upsetting thought aside.
"Then let me burn in the flames with you," Selina declared.
He wasn't moved by her proclamation. They were all tricks.
As he tightened his grip on her wrist, attempting to halt the mesmerising massage she was delivering to his body, Selina was quick to seize the moment with a desire glint in her eye.
She tiptoed up to his height, capturing his cupid's bow lips in a slow, sultry kiss—urgent enough to leave him momentarily stunned. She didn't break the kiss as her hand glided over his broad, well-built chest, fingers tracing the fabric, teasing the buttons undone.
Her tongue explored the depths of his mouth in a passionate dance, searching for a response.
Zane stood frozen, eyes wide with surprise. Her mesmerising touch was deliberate words, and the way she kissed him as if she owned him sent his pulse racing in a way he couldn't understand. He was nearly breathless, yet it unsettled him.
How did she do that to him? His expression darkened, shutting down the unwelcome stirrings within.
He forbade this pleasurable desire. Tonight was supposed to be a mere night without desire.
A pang of frustration cut through her nerves as Selina's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Zane's.
Their gazes collided in a sharp and unyielding stare.
The intensity of his stare felt like a blade pressed to her forehead, the sharp point threatening with the weight of a death sentence. She wasn't certain if she had offended him.
The air thickened, heavy with tension, as silence settled between them. The moment seemed fragile, teetering on the edge, as if the outcome was uncertain.
She wondered if he was a statue. Maybe an Alpha werewolf who can't tame his beast and is impossible to seduce. She wanted to escape, but she felt trapped, pinned between him and the wall.
"What a useless effort," Zane snarled.
He once again underestimated her innocence, failing to see through her schemes to pull him into her charm, trying to flip the tables on him.
"You shouldn't be upset, Mr. Zane." Selina's voice came in an awkward tone as she twisted her face. "I was only doing what you wanted."
"Get on the bed and spread your legs," he commanded, his voice cold and heavy, void of any hint of desire. "I want to see all of you."
While his eyes remained fixed on her, she slowly reached for the zipper at the back of her gown. It slipped from her shoulder and fell to the floor, followed by her bra, then her panties.
Selina climbed onto the soft bed, lying back and inviting her fantasy. Her cheeks flushed with nervousness as the air thickened under the intensity of his unreadable gaze. Though there was a flash of something—was it lust? Desire? Or something darker? She couldn't tell.
Zane didn't move for a moment, standing there slowly savouring her curves while his hands clenched in control. Arousal warred with restraint as he slowly removed his trousers, baring his skin.
Then he approached, each step heavy.
He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her parted legs. His hands gripped her thighs with quiet force. Still, he paused.
"Will it hurt?" she asked quietly—not because she doubted what she wanted, but because she'd never known what came after surrender.
He didn't answer with words. His fingers trailed down her skin, his touch cool and deliberate until he reached her entrance. He stroked her clit and folds with gentle, slow precision, making her body arch as a warm wave of pleasure overtook her.
Soft moans escaped her lips, breath catching as her fingers clutched the sheet.
"Oh...." she moaned out.
His touch was tantalising, pulling her into desperate desire to beg for more. It felt overwhelming—too much, too soon—but her body wanted more.
Maybe go deeper inside her where it was surging to get a release. She bit her bottom lip hard, swallowing her desperation. She had never known such pleasure before.
"Ouch," she winced, her body trembling from the sharpness of his finger.
Zane looked at her, surprised. A devilish smile curled at his lips as he leaned into her ear and whispered,
"You're so tight. It seems I'll be the first to savour every inch of you; you're all mine tonight. It'll hurt a lot," his tone was possessive.
Her heart fluttered at his words. Her legs shifted, not in protest, but anticipation.
He moved over her, positioning himself.
"Ahhh...! It hurts," Selina whimpered, her body reeking on the bed.
Zane's gaze softened for a second before it darkened again. "Do you still want this, or should I stop?" he asked, meeting her teary eyes.
"I'd want it... I can bear it," she whispered, gripping the sheets tighter.
He nodded once, voice low and raw. "Alright."
His movements, at first rough, now slowed—just a little enough to let her adjust. Enough to betray something hidden beneath his harsh surface.
As he thrust inside her, Selina locked her gaze on him. In his eyes, she saw something flicker.
Pain. Anger. Bitterness. A buried grief.
Maybe even regret. She didn't know.
Their bodies clashed in quiet sobs and soft moans, the silence between them louder than anything as he claimed every inch of her.
"Oh…" Selina rasped, legs curling under the weight of sensation.
"Fuck!" Zane groaned, breathless, close to the edge.
Selina's breath came in slow, shaky gasps as the intensity of their intimacy began to fade in passing minutes, leaving behind a sensation that felt sore.
Zane pulled away, leaving her lying on the bed. He stood, walked out of the room without a word, and left her behind, without a glance
Alone, Selina remained weakly on the bed under the duvet for a moment and didn't realise when sleep drifted into her eyes.