Zane
Zane is reading a book on the couch, in your hotel room. You sit beside him, watching the TV.
You sigh, getting bored
"Zaaaaneee..?" You say in a whiny voice
"Yes Y/N?" He questions, still not taking his eyes off of the book
"You have been reading for the past hour, are you not bored yet?" You ask
"Of course not, I find reading quite interesting, actually." He answers, you sigh and turn back to the TV, acting slightly pouty. You hear Zane sigh and close his book
"What do you suggest we do, Y/N?" He asks, placing his book on the coffee table. You smile and move to sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his waist
"Well, we could do this." You lean down and kiss his lips, pulling back to find him smiling up at you
"I would enjoy that more than reading." You smile at his response, leaning back down and pressing your mouth against his. Your hands rest against his chest
Zane hesitantly licks your bottom lip, you happily open your mouth for him. He searches your whole mouth, his cold hands slipping under your shirt and beginning to caress your sides.
You slowly run your hands through his straight, bleached blonde hair, enjoying the feeling that is arising in your stomach.
Without warning, Zane lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You feel him place you on top of the bed, than pulling away from you.
You slowly open your eyes to reveal Zane, who is taking his shirt off. You can do nothing more than stare at his perfection as he moves back to hover over you, tugging your F/C shirt off
"You are so very beautiful Y/N." He states, running a cold finger from your lips to the top of your pants, sending a shiver through you
He leans down and tenderly kisses your sweet spot, then he begins to try and leave a mark. He bites down a little, causing you to arch your back. Your skin presses against his, and you feel the bulge in his pants
He takes the opportunity to unclip your bra, throwing it to the ground. His hand brushes slowly against your right breast, making your breath hitch.
You slowly begin to remove his belt, pulling it from his jeans and throwing it to the floor to join the pile of discarded clothes.
He removes his mouth from your sweet spot and presses light feathered kisses up your jaw. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You press your tongue into his mouth, while he fiddles with your breasts.
You slowly pull away and look into his dark black eyes
"This is definitely better than reading." He says with a grin
"Definitely."