All Chapters of Tenderness is a Dangerous Thing: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Chapter 151: Romantic?

Zack looks at her for a long time, his dark eyes searching Anna’s as if looking for a catch. A slow, reluctant nod follows. “I promise,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulls her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “I am not good at lying, anyway. I would probably fuck it up in a week.” He exhales a long, shaky breath, his body relaxing against hers in a way he rarely allows himself to do. “You are the only person who has ever asked me for something like that,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice thick. “Maybe I like the real you,” she says suggestively and pressed an open mouth kiss to his neck. “Maybe I want you to be happy,” she murmured against his skin.A low rough sound escapes Zack’s throat– half-groan, half-breath– as Anna’s lips press against his neck. His entire body jolts slightly at the sensation, his muscles tightening beneath her touch. “You are going to be the death of me,” he rasps, his voice stripped of

Chapter 152: Romantic Date

“We are not in some shitty motel room,” Zack starts, his voice steady but quiet. “It is not even night. It is late afternoon, maybe, and we are at this place by the coast– the one with the old wooden pier. No crowds, just the sound of the waves hitting the rocks below us.” “I do love the ocean,” Anna commented with a genuine smile. “Go on…” his green eyes soften as he watches her smile, the blue light of the TV catching the genuine warmth in her expression. His hands stay on her hips, but his touch becomes lighter, almost hesitant. “The air is cool, but the sun is still hanging low,” he continued, his voice dropping into a slow, rhythmic cadence. “There is this café right on the edge of the sand. We are sitting at a table outside, and you are wearing that dress– not this one, a different one, something light that catches the wind.”Zack pauses, his gaze drifting to Anna’s lips before returning to her brown eyes. “I am not saying anything stupid or trying to be charming,” Zack says, a s

Chapter 153: Note to Self, Ears Sensitive

Zack’s stomach muscles ripple and tighten under her touch, his breath coming in heavy, uneven drags. He watches Anna’s hands with a focused intensity, his jaw set as he fights to maintain even a shred of composure. “Anna,” he warns, his voice cracking slightly. It is not a request to stop– it is more like a warning to herself. He reaches up, his hands finding the hem of her muted forest-green T-shirt style dress, where it meets her waist. His fingers brush against the skin there, and he freezes for a heartbeat, realizing just how thin the barrier between them has become. The warmth radiating from her is intoxicating. “You are doing this on purpose,” he murmurs, his green eyes locking onto hers. “You know exactly what you are doing to me.”Zack hands slide slowly upward, his palms flat against the fabric of Anna’s dress, pulling it taut as he begins to lift the hem of her dress, his movements deliberate and heavy with intent. “I do know exactly how you like things,” she admits, her voic

Chapter 154: Mark Me!

“You think I would say no?” Zack rasps, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. His hand at Anna’s waist tightens, his fingers digging into her skin through the muted forest-green T-shirt style dress. Her pulls her closer still, his chest heaving against hers, the heat between them nearly unbearable. “Mark me,” he commands, the words barely more than a growl. “Go ahead. Let everyone know exactly who I belong to.” He tilts his head back against the black palm headboard, exposing the long line of his throat to her, his jaw set and his breathing ragged. His green eyes never leave hers, challenging her, daring her to follow through on the promise hanging between them. She continued sucking on his neck, her hand moving down to the metal button of his dark blue worn jeans.Zack’s breath hitches, a sharp, jagged sound that tears through the quiet of the room. His hands fly to Anna’s waist, fingers curling into the forest green fabric of her dress as he feels her hand move downwa

Chapter 155: Try Something New

“Do not call me sexy,” Zack rasps, though his body betrays every word. “It is not a compliment if you are using it to tease me.” He tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, jaw working as he tries to hold onto some shred of control. But then Anna moves again, and the control snaps like a frayed wire. His hands slide from her back to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the bone as he rolls his pelvis upward, meeting her rhythm with desperate, heavy pressure. A sweet moan escapes her mouth at his movement. Her hands wrap around his neck and she kisses him deeply.The sound of Anna’s moan– sweet, genuine, and entirely for him– is the final blow. Zack’s composure does not just crack; it shatters. He meets her kiss with a ferocity that is almost overwhelming, his tongue tangling with hers as he drinks her in like a man dying of thirst. His hands move from her hips to her brown hair, pulling her closer, as if he can absorb her entire being through their mouths. The room around them– the f

Chapter 156: Doggy Style

Anna moaned as Zack rubbed against her from behind. The sound of her moan– soft, breathless, and entirely unguarded– hits him like a physical weight. His jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together as he fights the urge to lose that promised control. “You sound so good,” he rasps, his voice barely a whisper against her skin. “Do that again.” He does not rush. He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, just like he promised, but the rhythm is heavy, intentional. His hands stay anchored on her hips, guiding her, keeping her steady as he maintains that agonizingly slow friction. His other hand reaches around, fingers splaying across her stomach, pulling her back against him so there is no space left between them. He can feel every vibration of her moan through his own chest.“I have got you, just breathe. I am right here.” Zack murmurs, his lips grazing her shoulder blade. “Ah, God. Zack,” Anna moaned sweetly. “I want you inside me.” The way she says his name– not like a challenge, not lik

Chapter 157: Let it Snow

In the background the movie comes to an end and the song ‘Let it show! Let it snow! Let it snow!’ starts playing:Oh, the weather outside is frightful. But the fire, it’s so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!“God,” Zack breathes out, the word barely a whisper. His voice is completely drained, stripped of all its usual edge. He does not pull away. Instead, he shifts slightly, rolling onto his side and pulling Anna with him so she is tucked against his chest. “That was…” she began and took a sharp breath. His chest is still rising and falling in heavy, uneven beats. He does not move, just lies there with his arm draped heavily over her waist, his fingers tracing idle, lazy patterns against her skin. The intensity of those last few minutes has left him physically drained, but his mind is still buzzing, still reeling from the sheer closeness of it. He turns his head slightly, his chin brushing against the top of her hair.Man, it doesn’t sho

Chapter 158: Hollow Dream

A dream settles over Zack, quiet and suffocating, like frost creeping across the glass. He is small again and the world is too big, the house too hollow. Even the air feels wrong, as if something essential is missing. The warmth that once lived in the walls is gone, replaced by a thin, biting cold that seeps into his skin and stays there. He wakes in the darkness. For a moment, there is nothing– just the faint hum of the house, the distant creak of settling wood. Then he hears it. A noise downstairs. Soft. Irregular. Real. Hope ignites in him so fast it almost hurts. He is out of his car shaped bed before the thought can catch up to him, bare feet hitting the hardwood with small, quick slaps. He does not feel the cold floor. He does not feel anything except that fragile, desperate certainty blooming in his chest.It is her. It has to be. Mom? The word rises, but it never makes it out. it sticks somewhere deep, like even now he knows better than to say it out loud– because saying it mig

Chapter 159: Just Pancakes

“What did you get us?” Zack asked hoping to distract her. “Pancakes. They did not have blueberry pancakes,” Anna said as she moved to place the white paper bag on the bedside table and then turning to him, cupping his cheek. He leans into her touch instinctively, his eyes closing as his palm rests against his cheek. The warmth of her hand is grounding, pulling him further away from the coldness of his dream and back into the reality of this room, this morning. “Blueberry or not, I am not complaining,” he murmurs, his voice low and sleepy. He reaches up, covering her hand with his own, pressing her palm more firmly against his face. He does not care about the pancakes right now. He just wants to stay in this moment, where the only thing that matters is the weight of her hand and the way she looks at him like he is something worth keeping.“You are too good to me, Anna,” Zack said, opening his green eyes to look at her. There is no sarcasm in it, no bravado. Just a quiet, honest admissio

Chapter 160: Until 9

“If you are so worried about making a mess, maybe you should sit on the floor like a kid,” Anna joked before taking a bite of pancake herself. Zack nearly chokes on the pancake in his mouth, a startled laugh breaking through his throat. He points his fork at her, his dark green eyes sparkling with mick indignation. “Sit on the floor? Like a kid?” he repeats, shaking his head. “You are lucky you are cute, Anna, because that is low even for you.” He takes another bite, chewing slowly as he watches her eat. The morning light is getting stronger now, filling the room with a warm, golden glow that makes everything feel softer, more real. The tension from his dream has completely dissipated, replaced by this easy, domestic rhythm.“And for the record,” Zack adds, his voice dropping into that lazy, confident drawl again. “I do not act like a kid. I am a grown man. I deserve a seat.” He nudges Anna’s shoulder with his own, a gentle, affectionate gesture that says more than his words ever could

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