Romans & histoires Zenless Zone Zero X Male Reader Wattpad

, he said waving at me with this… very cute smile plastered on my face. I grumbled and sighed. “You know we can skip this and just go to the next thing”. “Take of your clothes handsome , I love seeing you undress”he said giggling, leaning his head on the pavement. I did slowly, his eyes didn’t hold lust, it held adoration. I was down to my boxers and then I sat next to the pool and put my legs into it. Mason swam to me and then placed his head on my laps smiling .

Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol. “Who the hell are you?” She turned. And everything stopped. He leaned against the doorway like the world belonged to him. Tall. Sharp jawline. Dark messy hair. Expensive shirt half-unbuttoned. Eyes half-lidded but still sharp enough to cut through silence. Zayden Vale. Even in a half-drunk state, he looked unreal. And dangerous. “I’m the cleaner,” Lena said quickly, lowering her gaze. His eyes moved over her slowly. Not rushed.

He just watched her, like he could feel something shifting in the air between them. And he was right. Later that night, Lena stood in the doorway of his room—barefoot, in one of his black button-downs, nothing underneath. Zane was at the window, nursing a scotch, the lights of the city reflected in the glass in front of him. He looked like something out of a painting—lonely, strong, beautiful. She didn’t speak. He turned anyway, eyes landing on her slowly. For a long beat, he said nothing. Then he crossed the room in three steps, setting his glass down, and stopping just in front of her.

"The world can wait until tomorrow morning. But I can't wait another second to hold you." Zane stepped toward the door with calm but alert movements. He didn't open it, just stepped on the letter with his leather boot, pinning it there so it wouldn't ruin the room's atmosphere. When he turned back to look at us, his usually cold tactical gaze had melted, replaced by a blue gleam heavy with thick desire. "That letter isn't going anywhere, but our Luna seems to need a reminder of who owns her soul now," Zane said with a thin, incredibly sexy smile. He crawled onto the bed from the right side, locking my right wrist with his warm fingers.

A muffled voice nagged at me, but my eyes felt too heavy to open, and I didn't want them to burn from the bright lights. Another downpour of cold water assaulted me, and this time, I cried out in shock. My eyes darted open, spotting the culprit. Zane stood before me, no longer in his suit but in a black shirt that hugged his toned body nicely. His tattoed arms were on full display as he crossed them over his chest, showing off his muscle, his dark jeans tight around his muscular thighs.

I slipped into a soft white robe that barely reached my thighs and left my hair loose and damp around my shoulders. Then I opened the connecting door between our rooms. Zade’s room was dimly lit, just one lamp on beside the bed. He was lying back against the pillows, shirtless, reading a book. The sheets were pulled low on his hips, and the sight of his bare chest and the strong lines of his stomach made my mouth go dry. He looked up when he heard the door, and his face broke into a slow, easy smile that reached his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he said, setting the book aside on the nightstand.

Seemed like chivalry wasn’t all that dead. The sound of the bathroom door opening drew my attention away from the empty chair. I glanced in the direction of the bathroom and got my first shock of the day. Zane stepped out, wearing nothing but grey joggers and a hand towel placed around his neck. His hair was still damp and clung to his face. The scent of his bath mist mixed with the subtle scent of his pheromone, smelt heavenly. If I didn’t know my place in this situation, I would have drooled like a mad dog.

I choke out a small reply. The room was dark and the only light was that coming from the slightly parted bathroom door at the end. It was enough to allow me to read Zane's expression at the moment, it told me he wasn't happy at all. "No orgasm for you, London. You have been a bad girl defying daddy's orders," Zane mutters and when I open my mouth to speak, Zane bites my swollen clit. "Ow!" I scream out bucking my pussy into Zane's face.

P.S.: The last chapter is the start of this gay romance bang. It's 11.1, not 10.9. Thank you! XANDER Thunder struck right on cue as I tucked my semi-hard dick back into my pants, zipping myself right back up as Zane sat right back in his seat, straightening up, breathing hard… he peeled his gaze away from me again, hunching his insides, thighs over his hard cock. And fuck. He looked huge.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.