Desires & Heresy

The carriage rocked gently, its wheels rolling over the cobbled streets, the hum of the city fading into the velvet-lined interior. The air inside was intense—not with tension, but with heat.

Viviana sat beside him, legs crossed, the deep navy-blue silk of her gown stretched taut over full, heavy curves of her breasts. The fabric struggled to contain her, the neckline dipping just enough to tease, the tight bodice pressing against soft, pillowy flesh.

Her chestnut-brown waves spilled over her shoulders in thick, sumptuous curls, carrying the faintest trace of lavender oil.

Her hazel eyes, warm and teasing, flicked toward him—watching, waiting.

Zane's gaze dragged over her lazily. "You look far too calm."

Viviana smirked, leaning back against the plush seat. "Is that bothering you, or were you expecting me to squirm?"

Zane tilted his head, voice smooth as silk. "Would you like me to make you beg?"

Viviana's lips curled. "Make me."

Wrong move.

Zane's hands shot out, gripping her waist, yanking her onto his lap in a single motion.

Viviana gasped, thighs spreading over his, her skirts bunching around her hips, the friction making her pulse spike.

"Z-Zion—"

"Shh."

One large palm slid up her waist, traveling higher—molding itself to her lush, heavy breasts, fingers curling over the soft, overflowing flesh.

"Already so eager," he murmured, his thumb dragging over her nipple, finding it stiff beneath the fabric.

Viviana exhaled sharply, her spine arching. "You—"

Zane smirked. "You always talk too much."

Then, without warning—

A sharp pinch.

Viviana jerked, hips bucking against him, a sharp gasp tumbling past her lips.

"B-Bastard—"

Zane only chuckled.

His other hand slid beneath her gown, fingers digging into the plush curve of her bottom, kneading, testing the softness he already knew would be there.

Viviana squirmed, her breath coming short, uneven, gasping.

"We're in public," she whispered.

Zane leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

"And?"

A shiver rolled through her.

He shifted beneath her, his thigh pressing against the heat between her legs, applying just enough pressure to make her bite her lip.

"Ah," Zane hummed. "I see. You're soaking through already."

Viviana tensed, fingers curling into his shoulders, but he wasn't done.

His fingers toyed with the straps of her gown, slipping one off her shoulder—then the other—until the entire bodice sank down her arms.

Her breasts spilled free—round, heavy, flushed, the soft pink peaks stiff and aching from his teasing.

Zane's breath hitched.

"You were hiding this from me?" His voice was low, dark, laced with hunger.

Viviana flushed, trying to pull the fabric back up, but Zane's hand caught hers.

"Don't."

Then—his lips closed around her nipple.

Viviana let out a sharp cry, her back arching, pressing deeper into the wet heat of his mouth.

Zane groaned as he sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple, his other hand palming her neglected breast, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingertips.

Viviana trembled, hips pressing down, breath breaking into gasps.

"Y—You—ahn—"

Zane bit down.

Viviana jerked, a sharp whimper escaping her lips.

"Mm. That's better," Zane murmured against her skin. "No more words. Just sounds."

He sucked deeper, letting his teeth graze the overly-sensitive nipple before pulling back with a sinful pop, watching with satisfaction as her nipple stood red and swollen from his attention.

Then—his lips trailed lower.

Down the valley between her breasts.

Down the softness of her stomach.

Until finally—his hands slid between her trembling thighs.

Viviana panted, fingers gripping his hair, trying desperately to compose herself.

Zane only smirked, voice low, teasing.

"I win."

Viviana glared, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.

"I hate you," she muttered.

"Liar."

Then, he kissed her—deep, slow, victorious.

The carriage lurched, but neither of them moved.

Zane's hands were still on her bare breasts, thumbs still teasing her nipples, the heat between them thick and undeniable.

Then—

The carriage stopped.

A knock at the door.

"We've arrived, Lady Viviana and High Priest Zion" the driver announced.

Viviana tensed, gasping as she realized—

Her gown was still undone, her nipples still flushed from Zane's mouth, her body still straddling his, shaking, throbbing, aching.

Zane smirked, hands dragging down her waist as he leaned in, whispering—

"You should fix yourself before we step outside."

Viviana's face burned.

Zane only smirked, adjusting his cuffs. He made no move to help as she hurried to fix her gown, her fingers fumbling against the silk, her breath still uneven.

Viviana shot him a glare, but quickly straightened, smoothing her dress. It didn't matter—her lips were swollen, her nipples still stiff beneath the fabric, her body betraying exactly what had just transpired.

The cool night air hit her flushed skin the moment she stepped out. She didn't wait for Zane, ignoring the hand he mockingly offered, striding ahead toward the entrance.

Boots against marble. A door shutting behind them.

The moment they were inside, Zane grabbed her, spun her around, and pinned her to the door.

A sharp gasp left her lips.

"You—"

His mouth claimed hers.

Deep. Possessive. Unrelenting.

His tongue plunged in, devouring every whimper, every shudder.

One hand gripped her throat, tilting her head up, while the other trailed down—cupping her breast, squeezing. His leg pressed between her thighs, teasing her core.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" he murmured against her lips.

Viviana shivered.

His hands—big, rough, knowing—slid over the curves of her body, pushing past the thin fabric of her dress.

A sharp rip.

Her gown fell away, pooling at her feet.

She stood bare before him—hair spilling down her shoulders, flushed skin marked by his mouth, her perfect, heavy breasts rising and falling in uneven breaths.

Zane's eyes gleamed with mischief.

"You were made to be ruined."

Then—he grabbed her, lifted her with ease, forcing her legs around his waist.

Viviana barely had time to gasp before he carried her to the bed, tossing her down onto the silk sheets.

Before she could move, he was on her.

His mouth latched onto her breast.

Viviana screamed, her back arching as his tongue flicked over her nipple, wet, hot, merciless.

"Zion—!"

He sucked.

Hard.

Then harder, just to hear her gasp.

Viviana jerked, thighs trembling, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

His other hand rolled her neglected nipple, pinching, tugging—just enough to make her cry out.

Zane groaned against her soft, warm flesh, sucking deeper, leaving bruises where only he could see.

Then—he moved lower.

Between her legs.

His breath hot against her swollen, aching folds.

"You're dripping," he murmured, fingers dragging through her slick heat, spreading her open.

Viviana whimpered.

Zane chuckled.

"Let's see how many times I can make you scream tonight."

And the night was far from over.