I love you, Zane

Zane’s eyes widened in realization, he felt the soft bed beneath him, his eyes closed as he responded to her kiss. Cyra’s fingers trailed his shoulder blades, sucking softly at his lower lips.

Zane’s breath came in short pants as she pulled away, a silver thread of saliva connecting their lips.

Cyra’s gaze darkened at the sight of his kiss-bruised lips and glazed eyes. She pressed a tender kiss to his eyelids, love shining in her gaze.

Slowly, she trailed wet kisses from the corner of his lips to his nape; Zane moaned softly as she bit him slightly, her tongue soothing her bite marks.

His soft moans captivated her, and she pinched his nipples, drawing even more moans from him.

“Love… your body, your blood,” Cyra whispered before sinking her fangs into his nipple.

“Ahh…” Zane gasped, a sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through him. His fingers tangled in her hair, and his shaft throbbed with growing arousal.