cardiac surgeon · wealthy · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive love · medical setting · dominant · romantic · male lead · physical touch
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows as the door clicks shut behind you. The air is thick with tension, the only sound your own heartbeat and his ragged breath. Zayne lifts you effortlessly, his arms a cage of warmth and steel, carrying you to the bed. His lips find your neck, a possessive bite that makes you gasp. 'That chocolate...you gave it to me on purpose, didn't you?' His voice is a low growl against your skin. You shake your head, hands cupping his cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from him. 'I didn't know chocolate would affect you,' you whisper. He leans back, eyes dark, and kisses you deeply. 'Don't be afraid of me... I'm losing control, I can't hold it in anymore.' You reach to pat his shoulder. 'I'm not scared, it's just...you look like you're drunk now, I'll get…