Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 145: Am I Good Enough?

Natalie Vaughn’s throat felt dry, her heart beating incredibly fast, as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

She loved the way Zane Thorne adjusted his collar.

Zoe Chandler hadn’t mentioned this, but Zane Thorne wasn’t the only one lacking self-control; she wasn’t any better. With such an exceptional man, how could she, not being someone devoid of desires, possibly hold back?

Natalie lifted her skirt with one hand and gracefully placed the other in Zane’s.

A waltz without music should have been boring. It was their first dance together, yet their chemistry was so strong there was no awkwardness or mistakes. And Zane’s charisma added a carefree elegance to the dance.

At first, Natalie was constrained by the length of her dress, so Zane simply held her and let her step onto his feet, guiding her movements.

In this position, when Natalie looked up, what she saw were his alluring Adam’s apple and sharp jawline. The height difference was so significant that it emphasized the physical contrast between them.

No wonder Zane always said she was too slender; indeed, in his arms, she seemed so petite.

Near the end of the dance, Zane brought Natalie’s hand to his neck.

The wine on the table seemed unnecessary because the atmosphere between Natalie and Zane never needed wine to be enhanced.

Natalie looked up and lightly bit Zane’s Adam’s apple, eliciting a low grunt from him, his grip around her waist tightening as if to meld her into his being. Seeing this, Natalie let go and licked like a kitten.

Zane’s gaze darkened instantly.

The flames of passion between them ignited from that moment onward.

Zane hadn’t anticipated any of this before he came; finding Iris (Nina’s nickname) was merely to cheer her up. Unexpectedly, she was so enthusiastic.

When his lips had almost bruised Natalie’s mouth, he eased up slightly, their noses touching, and asked breathlessly.

"Have you thought it through? I won’t let you go."

Natalie was a bit dazed, unable to grasp what Zane meant immediately.

Let go? When had that happened?

Unwilling to be outdone, Natalie bit his chin.

"Have you thought it through? I won’t let you go either."

Then, she only heard him chuckle darkly before the world spun, and she found herself on the bed.

Zane approached with intensity; his eyes, his actions, even his kisses carried a fierce passion. Natalie arched her head back, unable to stop from urging.

"The dress."

She didn’t want to risk tearing her newly regained Iris because of Zane.

Fortunately, Zane had some rationality left and listened. He released her hands to reach for her back. Interestingly, as smoothly as it had been zipped earlier, it was now proving difficult.

Too little force wouldn’t do it; too much and he feared tearing it, so they ended up at an impasse.

Natalie laughed until she was almost breathless.

"Zane, can you or can’t you do it?"

The last thing a man wants is for his woman to question his abilities, especially in bed.

Zane lowered his head and bit her, stopping her laughter with a gasp of pain and pleasure.

"You’ll find out soon if I can or can’t."

Perhaps spurred on by her taunt, Zane took his time, kissing and teasing, until Natalie’s body went completely soft, and he turned her over.

His burning kisses fell on her back, lingering with tenderness and longing.

Moments ago weren’t enough; now he kissed every inch.

Zane slowed the pace, becoming the controlled and skillful man he was. Unhurried and precise, he found the clasp. Natalie’s mind was hazy, her gaze unfocused, meeting Zane’s deep, dark eyes; then she saw his wicked smile.

By moonlight, Zane removed Iris, almost obsessively admiring the flawless beauty of her bare back.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

His Nina was simply too beautiful.

Dripping with sweat, even someone like Zane, poised for action, could pause to ask.

"Are you afraid?"

Natalie couldn’t respond, only holding onto his neck.

Sweat from his earlier restraint now trickled down his sharp jawline, dripping onto her neck.

Zane’s features were sharp, his gaze intense, locking onto Natalie, missing none of her expressions, as he smirked.

"Even if you’re afraid, I’m not letting you go."

With that, he began to move, holding her head and sealing her cries with a kiss.

...

When they returned to the hotel, it was already late. Both having tasted of intimacy for the first time, they craved more. Moreover, with Natalie’s earlier statement, how could Zane let this opportunity pass?

He proved his prowess time and again with every wave of passion, showing Natalie just how strong he was.

Initially, Natalie managed to keep up with her years of karate training, but gradually she became overwhelmed.

The natural differences in size and strength between a man and a woman meant she was inherently at a disadvantage in bed. Especially since Zane was tall and had a routine of working out, she still didn’t know the full extent of his abilities.

Smart people learn quickly.

Natalie could only rival Zane due to his initial inexperience in matters of intimacy. After one encounter, Zane became much more adept, knowing how to please her and make them both comfortable.

He even had the leisure to be playful.

"Am I up to it, huh?"

"Do you still doubt me?"

Natalie was beyond words, feeling hotter than a summer day despite the winter night.

But Zane wasn’t planning on sparing her.

His eyes were deep, fueled by a smoldering flame, his body drenched in sweat, exuding a scent of hormones and sensuality.

"Who am I?"

"Zane..."

Zane cut off Natalie’s response.

"I’ll ask again, who am I, hmm?"

He was like a hunter, and she was his long-awaited prey.

Natalie answered with a sob.

"Husband."

Zane’s eyes darkened further, satisfied with her answer, even more, inclined to tease her.

He wanted this proud Persian cat to be at ease in his embrace.

Finally, when Natalie kept pleading for mercy, he softened and let her rest.

Their turmoil lasted until dawn.

Even asleep, the man remained possessive, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her firmly within his hold.

The room was filled with traces of their intimacy, remnants of the passionate night evident everywhere.

Both slept soundly while outside the door Zoe and Summer Churchill hesitated. Seeing Genevieve Joyce arriving, they asked.

"Did President Thorne come last night?"

Receiving Genevieve’s affirmative reply, Zoe immediately stopped Summer from knocking on the door.

Just like that, it seemed Natalie’s prepared gift was momentarily unnecessary.