Chapter 144 Claiming Zane

• All I can do is hold on. Digging my nails into the bunching muscles of his shoulders and back and neck as Zane thrusts into me with desperate hard pumps that has me feeling like I am on the brink of something larger than me. Inching closer and dreading it, knowing that when it comes for me, it will not leave me the same.
• It is deja vu. We are back to the beginning and we are choosing each other again. We are choosing the same thing again. We are letting our bodies rule again. Trusting that it knows what it needs. And going for it. Dangerous and desperate and hungry. Zane fucks me like the world was coming to an end and we were racing against time.
• I have long stopped worrying about how loud I am being. It has become inconsequential. I don't care if someone walks in here to check out the source of the noise. I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling myself come undone around him. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My breath leaves my lungs and my muscles become one tight string with tension loaded into every point. I know what that means.