It’s just us. Just the sound of our breathing in the dark.
Zane sits on the edge of the bed, still shirtless, ink glowing faintly under the low golden light, like every tattoo is quietly alive. His silver eyes track me with that feral softness he gets when he’s trying to be gentle but doesn’t quite know how.
“Come here,” he murmurs.
It’s not a command. But I know even if it was, my body would obey anyway. I walk to him with a newfound confidence harvested from his unvarnished obsession with my body.
And when I reach him, he pulls me into his lap, tucks me against his chest. His arms circle me, heavy and warm, one hand sliding into my hair.
I hum.
It’s soft and I’m barely conscious of it. It’s become as natural to me…to us…as breathing and fucking. And I absolutely relish the moment it takes effect on this man the world worships. When his breath stutters and his eyelids flutter like he’s under my spell.
Maybesirenis right.
“There it is,” he whispers against my temple, shuddering when I increase the tempo. “My song.”
I pause to snort softly. “Out-of-tune song.”
His voice drops to a growl. “Perfect song,” he insists.
“Zane—”
“Keep going, please. Your hum is my favorite fucking sound, Ruby.” He says it like a confession he doesn’t want absolution for.
My heart tries to leave through the top of my throat.
He nudges me back gently, like he wants to see me fully. My knees on either side of his thighs, my hands resting on his shoulders. His gaze drinks me in, slow and reverent, memorizing something he already knows by heart.
Then he whispers words I know in my soul, low, wrecked, breathless:“I’d burn down heaven just to taste your sin.”
A shiver runs through me. I touch his face, his jaw, the scar on his lip. “You wrote that,” I say quietly.
He nods, eyes locked on mine. “I didn’t know who it was for until you.”
“Oh, please,” I tease softly, trying to break the overwhelming thrum in my chest. “I am nobody’s heaven-burning inspiration.”
“Ruby.” His hands grasp my hips, slow but firm. “You’re the only riot my soul ever wanted.”
Another lyric. Another hit song. Another truth he didn’t know he’d written for me.
I swallow.
My hum rises again, unsteady at first, then steadier when he closes his eyes and leans into it. His breath grows rough then syncs with mine.
“More,” he whispers. “Give me more.”
I do. As I reach between us with both hands and grip the steel satin of his cock. Stroke him from root to tip as I continue humming. I brush my thumbs over his wet slit, coaxing more addictive liquid from him. He trembles under my palms.
“Fuck me, Ruby,” he begs. “Take me inside you as you hum for me. Show me heaven.”
I almost stutter at the rough and raw desire in his words.
Desire burns through me as I bring his broad head to my core, brush it back and forth through my wetness, tease my clit with his until we both shudder from the electric tripping through us.
A moan catches me unawares, truncating the humming. But I catch it again as I angle my hips, staring into mesmeric silver eyes as I impale myself on Zane’s cock.
His eyes roll. “Jesus…fuck. I never get used to that first clench of your cunt, beauty.”
