The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 165

She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away, unable to watch.

Zane stared down at her, a thoroughly triumphant, breathless smile curving his lips.

He leaned over, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as he guided her arms around his waist.

She was trembling, a mix of overwhelming shyness and anticipation.

He murmured against her skin, his voice incredibly gentle. "Don't be scared... it's enough..."

She kept her eyes firmly closed, refusing to utter a word.

The night bled into a feverish, beautiful blur.

He had always assumed she wasn't a particularly sensitive woman, but she was—intensely so.

Elara scrambled frantically in the sheets, her voice pitched high with embarrassment. "I need tissues—sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Zane froze for a second before realizing exactly what had just happened. A fierce, possessive thrill shot through him. He locked his arms around her waist, driving into her like a hurricane until the sounds of the storm drowned out everything else...

Her voice was so incredibly sweet, burning a permanent mark onto his heart.

Breathless and desperate for control, he held perfectly still. "Are you almost—"

Before he could even finish the sentence, the woman beneath him shattered, her body violently trembling against his.

He immediately chased her rhythm, plunging deep to drag out every last drop of her ecstasy...

It wasn't a flawless performance. Zane felt a stab of regret—at least, for her sake, he wished he hadn't spoken at the climax.

But overall, it was spectacular. He hadn't failed to perform halfway through.

He was ecstatic. That final release had practically sent him to the stars.

This was the woman he had obsessed over for over a decade.

She was so pure, yet so impossibly intoxicating.

Totally drained, Elara lay beside him with her eyes closed, completely silent.

Zane pulled her back against his chest, pressing soft kisses to the slope of her bare shoulder.

As his lips trailed sensually over her skin, Elara felt a tickle of panic. Thinking he was gearing up for round two, she quickly murmured, "I can't take any more..."

Her post-coital voice was soft and heavily laced with exhaustion. Zane nuzzled affectionately against her ear, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat. "You flatter me."

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