CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: KISSING AT SUNRISE

The icy wind of the winter morning cut through her, as Natalie Vaughn’s hair danced wildly. She clung tightly to Zane Thorne’s waist, feeling the astounding speed beneath her.

The mountains and clouds were like black shadows swiftly left behind.

Just like that day, apart from the roar and the sound of her own heartbeat, she heard nothing. Although it was a race among many, she felt this was a world that belonged solely to her and Zane.

At the beginning, Natalie could vaguely see others, but halfway up the mountain, Zane leaned even lower, and the speed increased further. He effortlessly left the others behind, dominating the victory in the race.

Even with ease.

Today, Natalie dressed in black biker gear just like Zane. Their figures merged into one, like a panther lying in wait, suddenly pouncing on its prey in the rainforest.

Zane brought her to feel the biting wind, to revel in the thrill of speed, to let their blood boil, to traverse this world together, to indulge freely.

He was so strong and naturally gifted, easily becoming a king in the realm of speed. Natalie completely understood why he was so arrogant and unruly; he had the capital, unmatched by anyone.

Just as they were about to reach the summit, darkness was pierced by an orange-red sun, and a beam of golden light broke through the clouds to hit the ground, rewarding the victor by its enthusiastic, dazzling presence. As they got closer, the light gained warmth.

After a beautiful drift and curve, they finally reached the summit, turning around smoothly and stylishly, parking steadily.

On the wide, vacant summit, only the figures of Zane and Natalie remained.

Natalie breathed slightly, looking through the helmet’s visor at the light seeping through the gaps in the clouds. She hadn’t recovered yet; her ears, ravaged by the wind, could hear nothing, and her mind was blank.

Zane dismounted, first removing his own helmet, then leaning against the bike, turning Natalie around to make her sit sideways on the bike, and removed her helmet.

"The sun is coming up."

With the helmet off, her vision widened. Natalie squinted up at the sky, witnessing the sun gradually rising, the sky instantly turning orange and red.

Natalie was awe-struck, her mouth involuntarily agape.

The wind lifted her hair, and to clear her view, Zane reached out to smooth it. Natalie turned to look at Zane, his back to the light, standing in front of her, his hair already grown long, the wind stirring the locks on his forehead.

In those deep, dark eyes, her silhouette was etched.

She was watching the sunrise, while he stood in the light watching her.

Natalie’s eyes grew warm, and she asked.

"Aren’t you watching?"

Zane’s gaze was filled with unprecedented tenderness and affection as he looked deeply at Natalie.

"I’ve seen too many."

In his youth and the past five years, sleepless nights would drive him to the summit, feeling the solitude and tranquility belonging to him alone, experiencing the arrogance of the wind, the emptiness of waiting quietly in darkness for the light to fall upon him.

On the summit, he had seen countless sunrises. But he had never before brought someone up to witness this majestic sight of nature with him.

But today, he brought Natalie.

Watching the sunrise was meaningless; he preferred to see the delight in Natalie’s eyes.

Taking first place, bringing her to the summit to watch the sunrise, this was Zane’s idea of romance.

"It’s so beautiful."

Natalie had never seen such a beautiful sunrise; it was a true transformation from darkness to light, such a high mountain, so close to the sun.

It seemed within reach if she just extended her hand.

Zane saw the sparkle in the young girl’s eyes, and his heart stirred.

"Indeed, it is very beautiful."

His little girl stood in the light, nature bestowing upon her a layer of golden radiance, her long hair blowing extravagantly in the wind, with a smile that was undoubtedly beautiful and bright.

The compatibility between the wind and Natalie was incredibly high; she was meant to dance in the wind.

Suddenly, Natalie felt an urge to cry.

She couldn’t bear how Zane looked at her so seriously, so focused only on her silhouette.

She rested her hand on the man’s shoulder, tilted her head up, and placed a kiss on Zane’s eyelid, as if leaving a seal. The man’s eyelashes brushed against the skin of her face, tickling slightly. Natalie then kissed Zane’s lips; at first, she was able to control it, but her heart beat faster and faster.

Just the thought of Zane’s arrogant and unrestrained claim to take first place for her made the blood in her body boil. Natalie couldn’t help but kiss a little harder, even gently biting with her teeth.

She loved this spirited Zane deeply.

She loved this Zane who flaunted himself boldly because of her.

The man nearly embraced her waist from the moment their lips met, watching as Natalie closed her eyes and kissed him earnestly, his gaze deepening, flooded with desire.

He held Natalie’s waist, deepening the kiss.

When young, watching the sunrise was about enjoying the thrill of standing atop a summit. The past five years of sunrises were about pleading for a sliver of light from heaven to give him a moment to breathe. Natalie wouldn’t know how one encounter with her, five years ago, rekindled his anticipation for light.

And today, he finally brought his light to the summit to watch the sunrise.

Clouds gathered and wind surged, mirroring the state of their hearts.

Zane looked at Natalie as she closed her eyes and focused on kissing him. His eyes were turbulent with emotion. He took control. By nature dominant and assertive, his kiss was fierce.

He clasped Natalie’s waist, pressing her head, pouring all his breath into her mouth. Natalie initially resisted stubbornly, but gradually, she was entirely under Zane’s control.

She could even feel Zane’s slightly rough fingers caressing the sensitive skin behind her ear.

It turns out, carrying a heart full of passion and love, kissing the one you love is breathtaking and profound.

Shannon Rhodes was the second to reach the summit. She stopped, sitting on her bike, looking through her helmet at the man she had passionately loved in her youth, surrounding the girl he loved, holding her tightly, kissing her so intensely and deeply.

Her eyes warmed; what she couldn’t obtain, someone else would.

What should have been warm sunshine, Shannon felt a chill spreading instead.

The light was so bright, falling on the two lovers entwined in an intense embrace, making an unbelievably beautiful picture that even she couldn’t look away from.

The size difference between the man and the woman made those watching blush and their hearts race.

So this was how Zane kissed.

Fierce, focused, yet tender.

Shannon dismounted from the motorcycle, wearing her helmet, and began walking step by step down the mountain.

Those following behind also arrived, witnessing the scene at the peak, and cheered in unison.

Zane, wild and arrogant, seemed to navigate effortlessly through loud scenes and colors, yet there was never a woman by his side. So even his brothers had never seen him close with a woman.

The way he kissed was incredibly fierce.