The Broken Vows: Zane and Celeste’s Story (The Windsors)

“Wait,” I tell Celeste as I follow her to my front door, mesmerized by the way the moonlight illuminates her silhouette, making her look like a real goddess in that wedding dress. It’s surreal that she’s my wife now. “Let me carry you in, Celeste.”

She looks back over her shoulder and raises a brow. “You can’t be serious.” She pauses, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “We’re alone now, Zane. There’s no need to keep pretending this is real.”

Irrational anger begins to simmer in me, and I grit my teeth as I bridge the distance between us. “Why does everything always have to be so difficult with you, huh?” I reach for her, my touch possessive as I bend down and throw her over my shoulder in one smooth move.

She gasps and thrashes against me as I carry her over the threshold, kicking the door closed before marching to my bedroom. I should’ve known she wouldn’t keep up her sweet act longer than necessary.

“Zane,” she warns, right before I throw her onto my bed unceremoniously. Celeste glares at me as she scrambles to her knees, and I smile tauntingly in return. “Couldn’t you just have put me down like a normal person?” she asks, fury blazing in her eyes as she pushes against my chest, her anger only mounting when she realizes she can’t move me.

I grab her chin and tilt her face up, letting my temper get the best of me. “Can’t you just act like a normal fucking bride for ten fucking seconds? These traditions might not mean a thing to you, but they mean something to me.”

Her gaze softens, only for renewed anger to blaze through them. “You want me to act like a real bride?” she asks, slowly dragging her hand down my chest. My abs tense under her fingers, and a hint of victory flashes through her eyes as she hooks her finger into the waistband of my suit pants.

Fuck. Just having her hands on me like that is enough to make me hard, and I fucking despise how much she revels in the knowledge. Celeste pulls me closer, and I go willingly, my knees hitting the edge of the bed.

Her eyes meet mine, and that provocative gaze of hers makes my heart skip a beat. “What’s next? Are you going to ask me to suck you off like a good little wife? It is our wedding night, after all.”

I gently move one of her stray curls behind her ear, wishing her hair was loose tonight so I could grab it the way I want to. “You know what? I think I will.” She sucks in a breath when my hand wraps around her wrist, my eyes on hers as I push it down until I’ve got her palm pressed against my erection.

“For a man who claims to hate me, you’re awfully hard,” she snaps, throwing the words I spoke in Hawaii back at me. Her breathlessness undermines the anger she tries to cling to, and I can’t help but grin at her as her fingers clutch at my zipper. I thought she’d end her charade here, but her gaze darkens as she takes out my cock, satisfaction flashing through her eyes. I inhale sharply when she looks up and presses her hot mouth to the tip, her tongue darting out for a taste.

“Don’t take it personally, sweetheart,” I murmur, irritated by the power she still has over me. “I get hard for every wet, eager mouth that comes near my cock.”

For a split second, I’m sure I see pain flicker in her eyes when she looks up at me, but all it does is make me want her more. I want her at my mercy, begging for me. “I really do hate you,” she whispers, her breath caressing my sensitive skin.

“And I like you a lot better when that vicious mouth of yours is too preoccupied to speak.”

Her eyes flash, and she slowly drags her tongue down, torturing me. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, my low moans indicating how badly she’s making me lose control already. “You want me, don’t you?” she whispers, her breath making my cock tingle.

I tighten my grip on her neck and tilt my hips, making my cock push up against her lips. “Shut the fuck up and suck your husband’s cock, Celeste. We both know you want to.”

I push harder, desperate for what she’s teasing me with, and something flashes in her eyes. She opens up, letting me slip into her hot little mouth, and I groan when she clamps down on me, sucking hard as her tongue explores the ridges, finding every sensitive spot with ease — like she remembers everything the way I do.

“Fuck,” I moan when she takes me deep, my hand slipping up her nape and into her hair. I keep her in place and pull out, only to push back into her mouth harder, fucking her face while she looks up at me in that stunning wedding dress. “You’re so good at this, Mrs. Windsor.”

She moans and looks up at me, with something an awful lot like possessiveness in her eyes. I smirk at her, well aware that her tongue is so sensitive this’ll turn her on like crazy.

“Look at the way you’re sucking your husband’s cock, Celeste,” I murmur, pulling back so I’m nearly slipping out, only to push back in deeper, sliding down the back of her throat gently, carefully. She takes me the way she used to, swallowing around me with pure lust in her eyes. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” She sucks harder, her moans vibrating in the most amazing way. I could come just like that, and she knows it, loves that I’m at her mercy.

“Come here,” I murmur as I pull all the way out and take a step back. A displeased whimper escapes her lips, and she’s so fucking sexy with that pleading look in her eyes.

I hold out my hand for her, and she looks like she wants to disobey me just for the hell of it, but then she does as I ask and stands in front of me, her gaze defiant. Sometimes it’s like I don’t know her at all, but right here, right now? She’s an open book. My wife is mad that she wants me, desperate for more, and unwilling to ask for it.

Her breathing is shallow, her eyes on mine as I reach around her to rip her dress off, sending buttons flying all over my bedroom. My wife’s dress pools around her, revealing the deep blue lingerie she’s wearing, complete with the sexiest garters I’ve ever seen, and for a few moments, all I can do is stare at her. “I thought you didn’t care about traditions?” I ask, mesmerized. She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s unreal.

Something flickers in her eyes, and she straightens her shoulders, emboldened by my gaze. “I do — for the right man. I didn’t buy this for you.”

Her words take a moment to register, but when they do, searing pain cuts through my chest. Knowing it was never meant for me is fucking maddening, but the mere thought of Clifton seeing her in this, of her taking his cock the way she just took mine… it fucking wrecks me. My touch is rough as I grab her shoulders and turn her around, unwilling to show her my torment. “Get on your knees,” I snap, pushing her forward.

She stumbles and gasps before obeying, victory flashing in her eyes as she looks back over her shoulder tauntingly, her ass up in the air for me. How many times have I had her like this, begged her to let me fuck her in this position? She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I grab her ass and knead, my touch rough as my thumbs tease her soaking wet panties. She moans as I push the fabric aside. “What would Clifton say if he saw you like this, hmm?” I coat my fingers in her wetness, harshly circling her clit a few times. “Look at how wet you got just from sucking me off, Celeste. I barely even touched you.”

She whimpers and bucks her hips to get me where she wants me. I obey her silent commands and drag two fingers around her clit, trapping it in between them as I tease her and build her up slowly. Five years, and her body still responds the same. “Zane,” she moans, and fuck, it’s so fucking exhilarating to hear her say my name like that. “Please,” she whimpers when she gets close, her tone betraying how hard it is for her to ask for it.

I smirk and pull my hand away. “Do you want to come for me, Celeste?” I ask, my tone harsh and demanding as I tap her pussy with my cock, rubbing up against her the way she likes it, the tip pushing against her clit with every movement.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please, Zane. Please.”

I’ve always loved bringing her right to the edge, just to see how she begs for my cock. I drag my cock back, leaving her throbbing clit alone, and she whimpers. “Who do you belong to?” I ask, grabbing her hips to keep her in place. If she keeps moving like that, I’ll slip into her before I’m good and ready to, and I’m not done toying with her.

“You, Zane,” she instantly tells me, breathing hard. “Only you.”

I slip a fraction into her, earning myself a delicious moan. “That’s right, baby,” I murmur. “You’re mine. My wife.”

I pull back out and grab the base of my cock, sliding the tip against her hard, rubbing up against her clit in a way I know she can’t resist. “Please,” she begs. “I’m so close, Zane. Please. Give it to me.”

I chuckle, unable to help myself. “I love it when you beg like that, Celestial,” I murmur, before thrusting into her, burying myself deep inside my wife just as I tease her clit with my wedding ring. She moans my name as her pussy constricts around me, squeezing hard as she comes for me.

Fuck. This will never get old. My hands roam over her body as she comes down from her high, and she whimpers softly when I trace over her bra and make her tits spill out. I tease her nipple with one hand while keeping her steady with the other, grabbing her waist tightly. She moves her hips, and I moan, her eagerness further fueling mine.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” She looks back, presenting me with a vision so fucking ethereal that I can’t tear my eyes off her as she moves her hips, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Such a good girl,” I murmur as she fucks me on her hands and knees, her pussy throbbing around me.

She throws me a teasing look and begins to move slowly, taunting me, provoking me into taking her the way she likes. “Like that?” she asks, her tone filled with mirth. I narrow my eyes in warning, but she ignores it as she slowly pushes back onto my cock, depriving me of what I asked for.

“You never fucking listen, do you?” I wrap my arm around her stomach and pull her upright until I’ve got her back pressed against my chest and her knees on the edge of the bed. Her head drops back against my shoulder, and I wrap one hand around her throat while the other runs down her body to settle between her legs.

Celeste tilts her face, and I lean in to kiss her, a wave of emotions coming over me as I take her lips slowly, my cock buried deep inside her and my fingers pressing against her pussy. “Zane,” she whispers against my lips, and fuck, I could come right there and then.

She moans when I circle her sensitive clit, and I keep her in place with my palm. “One more,” I murmur. “Give me one more, Celeste.”

I fuck her just like that, one hand between her legs and the other around her throat, the sound of her pleas filling my bedroom. For just a little while, it’s like we’re in the past, and there’s nothing but us. She moans so beautifully, and I sigh against her neck. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, thrusting into her deeper, to a point where she struggles to cope. “You’re taking me so nice and good, Celeste. You drive me crazy, you know?”

She shifts her hips, and I tease her harder, taking her to the edge. “I’m so close,” she whispers. I press a kiss to her shoulder and feel the resulting shiver run down her spine. I smile and do it again, and again, knowing how much she likes it. “Zane.” This time her tone is a warning, one I don’t heed.

I tilt my face and kiss her neck before sucking down on it, marking her. “Come for me,” I whisper into her ear as I synchronize the way I push my cock into her with the way my fingers move.

She does, and fuck, she takes me right along with her. The way she comes around my cock still makes me see fucking stars, like it always has. I drop my forehead to her shoulder, my breathing ragged as I fill up her pretty pussy.

I told myself I’d keep my distance, that I wouldn’t let her provoke me, so how the fuck did I find myself buried deep inside her all over again?