Zane Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She leaned in fast, whispering sharp and low. "Girls. Zane. Nine o'clock. With a woman. His arm around her." I stopped chewing. Slowly, so very slowly, I turned my head toward the bar side of the lounge. And boom. There he was. Zane Romano, walking in like he owned the world’s libido. His hair slightly messy, white dress shirt sleeves rolled just enough to show a hint of forearm, and that damn smile... And well...under that casually draped arm of his was a woman. Tall, dark curly hair spilling down her back, a face that could be sold in a luxury promo package with a private yacht and chilled Moët & Chandon.

Hopefully. But now I’ve turned into a nymphomaniac. That’s just peachy. Zane, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too bothered by my apparent new problem. Although, I’m thinking he’s suffering from the same thing. Because right now? He’s not passing up the opportunity to settle between my legs again. Strong hands push my knees apart as he kisses his way up my thighs. “You really don’t have to do that,” I release a shuddering exhale, before adding, “again”.

“Roman, I literally just threw up.” His mouth twitched. “I don’t care.” He cupped my neck and pulled me in anyway. The kiss was deep and warm and sweet. A shock to my system. My body melted against him immediately as everything else blurred. The chaos, the smell, the shouting. All gone. When we separated, my head spun for a different reason entirely. I wanted him. But Roman turned back to business immediately, the softness vanishing like it had never existed. “Zane is a tattoo artist, isn’t he?” he asked Chloe.

It wasn't surprising that the food was tasteless in my mouth but I swallowed it anyway. “ Are you mated to two?” Zane suddenly asked and I choked on my food. I stared up at Roman as I wondered if that was what he planned to do, have two women. As much as I hated that he lied to me, I didn't want to leave him. “ Are you fucking crazy or something?” He growled and Zane stepped back.” I didn't catch your name.” Zane shifted his gaze to me but Roman growled at him, attracting the attention of the other customers.

“But we haven’t touched you in days.” “And I haven’t slept in days,” I whispered, trying not to laugh. “We just got out of a nightmare, remember?” Zane pulled back slightly, looking at me with those pleading eyes. “Just a little cuddling? Nothing else?” I gave him a look. “You know how you guys get when cuddling turns into something else.” Kane muttered under his breath, “This is torture.” Zane shifted a little beside me, still sulking like a child denied candy. I could feel his eyes on me in the dark, burning with longing and frustration.

Trina's POV Every night since that last heated kiss we shared in Texas, try as hard as I may, I just couldn’t stop dreaming about Zane. Slowly and surely, he had dominated my thoughts both when I am awake and when I am asleep. I keep having vivid, erotic dreams of him with his hands exploring all over my body with an unrelenting hunger and his lips following shortly after. Sometimes I wake up breathless, tangled in my sheets, with my heart pounding with an ache I didn’t want to acknowledge and at other times, I wake up startled, horrified by the realization that I wanted more— not just in my dreams, but in reality. I wanted him so badly and not just for him to kiss me or touch me erotically

We weren’t alone. That night, in the library, Zane found me tracing runes in an old book. His shadow fell across the pages, heavy, steady. “You’re too reckless,” he murmured. “You hold everything inside until you break.” I didn’t look up. “And you break things until nothing’s left.” The silence hummed. His hand covered mine on the book, warm, steady. No kiss, no heat of bodies—just his palm over mine, a promise heavier than any vow.

“Meet my fiancée, Elora Shane.” Zane’s voice interrupted my thoughts. His voice was cold and emotionless, as though he were introducing a business partner. His arm draped possessively around her waist, then his other arm to deliberately rest in the middle of her stomach. I blinked too fast to even get a good grasp of her face. “Fiancée?”The word sliced through my tongue as it escaped. My voice cracked, unsure if it was despair or heartbreak carrying it forward.

he asks and I nod, unable to get my words out, although I want to scream yes from the rooftops. Zane places the bookmark back into the book, closes it and gently places it down beside the picnic blanket. He gently picks me up from his body as he shuffles away from me, laying me on my back. He kisses me ever so gently as I melt into his touch, desperate for more, desperate for anything he will give me. He licks down my neck and then begins to blow cold air over the wet heat on my skin. The sensation tingling and igniting inside me.

“I grew up with my grandparents, far from everyone. When they died, I was left alone. It got hard to survive. Alpha Zane offered me a place in his pack.” Her nose wrinkled again at the word kind. Zane’s reputation didn’t match mine. Rumors said he didn’t keep women past a single night. Yet in my case, he’d gotten personally involved. Navy’s eyes narrowed, sharp with curiosity. “Why would he do that?”