The Broken Vows: Zane and Celeste’s Story (The Windsors)

I glance at the clock in my childhood bedroom impatiently and sigh. When Zane has a drink with Archer and Dad, it never is just one drink. I lie back in bed and stare up at the ceiling in annoyance, the minutes trickling by until finally, my bedroom door opens.

I sit up and clutch my sheets, my heart instantly beginning to pound wildly as I watch Zane walk in wearing nothing but a towel, stray drops of water running down his chest. The door closes behind him, and he leans against it, his entire attention on me. “You owe me something, don’t you, Goddess?” he murmurs, his gaze heated.

The endearment makes my heart skip a beat. It’s been so long since he called me that, and I missed it more than I’d ever admit. “I do,” I whisper as I rise to my knees, a shy smile on my face as I drop the blankets and show him I’m naked underneath.

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair, drawing my eyes to his abs.

“Come here,” I demand, my heart racing.

He takes a step forward, and then another, his eyes never leaving mine. I love the way his breathing accelerates, the way he hardened in the few seconds it took him to take in my body. I love the way he still wants me.

I grab his towel the second it’s within reach and yank it off impatiently, making him chuckle. “So needy,” he whispers as he kneels on my bed, his hand wrapping into my hair. “Tell me, Celestial, have you been lying here thinking about me?”

I nod and let my hand roam over his chest, his tattoo even more beautiful in the moonlight. “I’m always thinking about you,” I admit, the words escaping my lips without conscious thought.

“Such a good wife,” he whispers, pulling me closer until my body is pressed against his. He tightens his grip on my hair and leans in until his mouth is hovering over mine. “I’ve been counting down the seconds, you know? It’s almost like your father and brother knew I was dying to come up here to fuck you, because every time I tried to get away, they reeled me back in. It was maddening.”

I chuckle and capture his bottom lip between mine before kissing him, my arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ll reward you for your patience,” I promise, deepening our kiss. He groans and runs his hands over my body like he can’t get enough, and it emboldens me, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.

He kisses me like he’s desperate for me, like he’s been counting down the minutes just as I have been. Zane’s hand slips down my chest, his touch featherlight as his fingers trail between my legs, making me moan. He pulls back to look at me when he realizes how wet I am, his gaze sparkling with pure possessiveness. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers slip into me, drawing a needy whimper from my throat. “Look at you, baby. You’re a goddess, and it’s fucking surreal that you’re mine.”

He curls his fingers, and I bite down on my lip to suppress my moans. “Give it to me,” I whisper. “I’ve been waiting so long.”

He grins and pulls his hand away, making me gasp in displeasure. My neediness only serves to amuse him further, and he watches me as his hand wraps around his cock. “You want this?”

I nod, near-delirious. For at least an hour, I’ve been lying in bed thinking about what he’d do to me, and he knows it. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want, Celeste. Use your words properly.”

I bite down on my lip and squeeze my legs together, my breathing erratic. “I want you to fuck my face the way I said you could.”

He raises his fist to his mouth and bites down on it, his gaze burning with need. It’s been years since he looked at me with such intense desperation, his defenses completely down. Right now, right here, he looks at me like I truly am his goddess. He rises to his feet and stands right next to my bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, betraying his need. “Lie back,” he orders, his voice low.

I do as he asks and position myself so my head is just off the bed and tilted backward, my entire body on display for him as my long hair brushes the floor. Zane inhales sharply when I open my mouth for him, his eyes meeting mine for a moment, before he steps forward and gently guides his cock into my mouth.

I take it eagerly, my tongue lapping at him the way I know he likes. He’s so careful with me as he thrusts into me shallowly, and I moan, wanting more. I want my husband to lose control, to use my mouth the way he did in the past. I suck down on him harder, my movements silent pleas, and he takes my cue. Zane begins to move his hips the way I hoped he would, fucking my face like I told him to. “Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, pushing into my throat. I swallow around him, loving the way he moans. “You’re so good at this, Goddess. You still know exactly what I like, don’t you?”

I swallow hard and use my tongue on him just the way he loves, my movements answering his questions. He groans, his pants driving me insane. “Touch yourself,” he demands. “Let me see your hands trail over your body, slowly. Use the tips of your fingers, Celeste. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.”

I follow his orders as he pushes deeper into my throat, and Zane’s moans become a little more erratic when my fingers disappear between my legs. “Such a perfect pussy,” he whispers. The idea he’s watching me finger myself while he fucks my face drives me right to the edge. I just know that he can’t resist the image I’m presenting him with, and it makes me feel so powerful to know I can still do this to him.

My hips begin to move as I bring myself closer to an orgasm, all of my senses overstimulated. “Don’t come,” he warns, and I whimper as I try my hardest to obey. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. You have no idea what you look like, do you? Fucking ethereal. You’re my every dream come true, Celestial.”

I can’t take it when he says things like that, and he knows it. I moan as my pussy begins to throb, and he increases his pace, fucking my mouth harder, making me take nearly all of him. I moan around him as I give in, wave after wave of pure pleasure rocking my body as I come.

Zane tuts and pulls away, and I whimper at the loss. “This cock is only for good girls, Celeste. I told you not to come, didn’t I?”

I sit up on my knees. “I couldn’t resist,” I tell him, my gaze roaming over his body hungrily. Some days, it’s hard to believe I get to call Zane Windsor my husband. He hardly looks real standing here in the moonlight, his muscles taut and his cock rock hard for me. He looks at me like I’m his whole world, and the butterflies in my stomach go wild. “I need you,” I whisper, my heart racing.

“You have me,” he replies, as he positions himself so he’s seated with his back against my headboard. “Come here, wife.”

I’m breathing hard as I climb on top of him, my pussy throbbing. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be stretched and filled quite as badly as I do in this moment. My eyes are on his as I grab his cock and line him up. Zane throws me a warning look when I sink down on him and moan loudly, his hand clamping around my mouth. “Be quiet for me, Goddess,” he orders, his free hand wrapping into my hair.

I roll my hips, and he bites down on his lip, the torment in his gaze driving me wild. There’s something so infinitely sexy about the way he silences me with his hand as I ride him, his eyes never leaving mine. I don’t recall the last time I felt this whole, this happy, and I can’t get enough of this. The way he looks at me tells me he feels the same way.