Zayne X Reader Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” Her forehead rested against mine, her lips brushing mine with every shaky breath. “Xavier,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Think, Laila. You’re drunk.” “Please… touch me.” “I shouldn’t—” “Please. I need you.” “You’ll hate me in the morning.” Her hand caught mine, dragging it to her thigh. Her voice sharpened. “Xavier Lucian Russell. Touch me.” That was it. I snapped. My hand slid under her dress. Her thighs trembled as I touched her, and when my fingers pressed against her panties, already wet, a broken moan tore from her lips.

Zayne raised his hand to pat his own head and this pleased Ashlynn. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, “Does she have a sister?" “No. She's an only child." Zayne answered. Her face fell a little, “I have a brother. But I want a sister too " “And you'll get one." Zayne replied with an intensity I couldn't recognize. “Hopefully not anytime soon." I chuckled, making Zayne turn his attention back to me. He smiled as he stood up to his full height again, “You have a beautiful daughter. As beautiful as you.” He said, his eyes filled with kindness.

Aarya A shiver raced through my body as the frigid water surrounded me, making me grunt. Xander’s struggle was evident as he averted his gaze from my face. His determination to maintain control was clear despite the undeniable bulge straining against his pants. My eyes lingered on him, a hunger igniting deep within me. I lick my dry lips, looking at it. I felt as if my ability to reason had vanished, overtaken by internal fire. I want him so badly.

, wearing a simple body con dress with nothing underneath, heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. Zayne opened the door wearing gray sweatpants and a tight black T-shirt that did nothing to hide his powerful arms and chest. He didn’t even bother to say hello. He simply pulled me inside, kicked the door shut, and backed me against it….. kissing me deep and hungry, hands already sliding under my dress to find I had obeyed him. His fingers brushed my bare, already wet pussy and he groaned into my mouth. “Good girl.” What followed was slower this time and more deliberate.

Oh, Zayne was waiting. When I stepped outside, he was leaning against his bike, a lazy smirk playing at his lips. The red shirt he wore almost matched mine. The sleeves were rolled up, showing the tattoos crawling down his arms. The top few buttons were undone, revealing the tip of the arrow tattoo that peeked over his chest. His hair was brushed back, a few strands rebelliously falling forward. Zayne Greyson was undeniably hot. And for a fleeting second, a wild thought crossed my mind — ‘if tonight went well, I might just end up sitting on his dick.’

“I want to protect you, Blair. I don't trust Owen. He is a shameless dog; he will keep hounding you until he thinks he can get you into his bed.” “And what? You won’t let him because you’ve already marked me as yours?” I tilted my head, my voice low and taunting. “What if I told you I’ve already been with someone else? What if I’m not as completely yours as you think?” The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Zayn closed the distance and wrapped his hand around my throat — not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of the power he held. His face was barely an inch from mine, his breath hot against my skin.

I caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I like it when you pretend to hate me,” I whispered. “But your body always gives you away.” "Z-zayne.." and she kept moaned my name ___ Ashlaine POV— I couldn’t even deny it anymore. Every time he touched me, I melted a little more. Zayne wasn’t just good—he was dangerously precise. Like he knew exactly what I needed, even before I did. He changed the angle slightly, slower this time, and I swear my toes curled. My hands gripped his biceps, and I could feel the tension beneath his skin—controlled, powerful, and restrained only for me. As he kept thrusting me gently.

Please shhhhh shhhh. Sara : who are you? What are you doing in my cupboard? Zayn : ahhh that's Ill tell you everything . Please be silent. Okay? Sara : who are you ? ( Panicking) Zayn : I'm Zayn. Sara : what you doing here? Zayn Zayn : I don't know too...what I know is whenever I fall in sleep , I visiting your room in my dream. Sara : what? Zayn : I know you don't believe but this is true.