Chapter 245
I feel the sharp tug of his wound with every movement…h must be in agony…but it only makes him drive harder, deeper, chasing the pleasure onlt I can give him.h
“Take it,” he snarls against my ear, bending over me, his chest brushing my back. “Take every fucking inch. This pussy is mine isn’t it?.”
I whimper, still trying to fight it. “Zane please… your wound… I can’t lose yo….you.”
But my body betrays me completely. My hips push bck to meet his thrusts, my walls fluttering nd clenching greedily around his thick cockk.
The angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over and over agin. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly when he reaches around with one hand and finds my swollen clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while he pounds into me.
The pressure is overwhelmingly perfct that my thighs shake violently. My moans grow louder, more broken.
“Oh my god….Zane…Zane…I’m….”
“Come for me,” he demands, voice rough and raw. “Come on my cock like a good little wife.”
The orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I scream with my pussy spasming hard around him, milking his length in powerful contractns as pleasure rips through every nerve in my body.
He fucks me through every pulse, hs hips stuttering, until his own release hits. With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, pulsing hot and thick inside me, filling me until I feel it leaking out around his cock and down my thighs.
He pulls out slowly, hissing in pain at the movement. Then his legs buckl and
Zane collapses forward onto the bed, face down, breathing hard and ragged.
I turn back to see bright red blood blooming visibly through the white bandage on his side and , spreading slowly.
I spin around quickly, heart leaping into my throat. “Zane!” I shout, my voice cracking with panic as I scramble onto the bed beside him, my hands hovering desperately over the wound without touching it. “Zane….oh my God, Zane! Open your eyes!”
“Zane, stay with me,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Please.”
He grimaces, trying to sit up, but his face goes pale. “I’m okay, Elaine. It’s not that bad.”
“It is that bad. You’re bleeding again. Fuck!fuck!. We’re going to the hospital. Now.”
I move fast, heart hammering as I throw on jeans and a hoodie over his t-shirt, not caring how I look. Then I help Zane into a loose button-down and sweatpants. Every movement makes him hiss in pain, blood spots appear on the fresh shirt almost immediately and I want to scream.
We shuffle to the car together, the air feeling cold on my bare legs. I get him into the passenger seat, reclining it as far as it goes, then run around to the driver’s side….i don’t have time to call on the driver or any security. I’ll inform them when I’m in the hospital and Zane’s okay.
The engine roars to life and I peel out of our driveway, tires squealing.
“Talk to me,” I say, glancing at him every few seconds. One hand stays on the wheel, the other reaches over to hold his. “Stay awake, baby.”
Zane squeezes my fingers weakly. “I’m here. Just… hurts like hell. Worth it though.”
“Don’t you dare say that right now,” I snap, tears blurring the streetlights. “I told you it was too much. I told you.”
The drive to the ER feels endless. Red lights stretch forever. Every bump in the road makes him groan. I keep talking…..nonsense about what we’ll eat for breakfast when this is over, how I’m going to kill him if he dies on me, how much I love him. My voice shakes the whole time.
We burst through the automatic doors and I’m practically shouting for help. Two nurses rush over with a wheelchair, Zane tries to walk but his knees buckle. They get him onto the chair and wheel him back fast.
I follow, my shoes squeaking on the floor. They move him to a bed in a curtained bay, the bright lights stinging my eyes. A nurse cuts away his shirt while another takes his vitals, blood pressur…. low. Heart ratet…..high. The wound has definitely reopened.
A doctor strides in…..Dr. Ramirez, according to her badge. She looks exhausted but sharp. She peels back the bandage and her expression hardens.
“How did this happen?” she asks, voice clipped.
I freeze when Zane glances at me, then back at her.
“I….:moved too much.”
Dr. Ramirez raises an eyebrow. “Moved too much? This wound is only days old. It’s torn open again. Significant bleeding.” She looks between us.
“Let me guess. You two had sex.”
My face burns and I want the floor to swallow me.
Zane tries to shrug but winces. “It wasn’t planned like that.”
The doctor lets out a frustrated breath. “Mr. Zane, you were lucky the first time. The bullet missed major organs by centimeters. You were given strict instructions….no heavy lifting, no strenuous activity, absolutely no sex for at least two to fhree weeks. You could have hit an artery. You could have bled out at home.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, stepping closer to the bed. My hands won’t stop trembling.
Dr. Ramirez looks at me. Her tone softening slightly but stays firm.
“You both need to understand how serious this is. He’s lost more blood than he can afford right now. We’re going to clean and re-stitch this, give him fluids and something for the pain. But if this happens again, we might not be able to save the tissue or stop the bleeding so easily.”
She gives orders to the nurses and pulls the curtain partially closed. I sit on the plastic chair beside Zane’s bed, holding his hand while they work. He squeezes back every time the needle goes in, but he stays quiet….Strong. My very v stubborn husband.