He held her, his mouth easing up on the pressure while her body throbbed.When she sighed and melted against him, Zayn chuckled.“That’s the last time you’re going to do that without me, love,” he whispered into her ear before he nipped her earlobe.Everywhere he touched, Azlyn felt it like a brand.
“I’ve missed you so much!”she whispered back.He chuckled, but she felt his shaft twitch.A moment later, he stood up with her in his arms, carrying her to his bedroom.
“From now on, you sleep in here!I won’t have you out of my bed.”He glared at her as he stripped off her leggings.
“You’re not focusing,” she growled, lifting her hips so that he could pull off her panties as well.Then she watched, fascinated, while he stripped off the remainder of his clothes.When he stood in front of her, completely naked, Azlyn stared at him, startled anew by how strong and powerfully built he was.The ridges and indentations were fascinating!There was nothing soft about her man.
Her husband!
For the first time, Azlyn thought of him as hers.As her husband.It was such a novel idea, it made her head spin.But when he stroked himself, she realized that she was laying on his bed with her legs spread.So she widened her legs, letting him look his fill.She lay back on his mattress, lifting her hands to cup her breasts, running her fingers over her nipples.The sensation of watching him stroke himself while she teased herself was hot!
He released his erection to come down onto the bed.Then braced his arms on either side of her head, then slowly lowered himself so that every inch of her was touching him.
He shifted her legs further apart so that he was cradled by her hips.Then he kissed his way down the line of her neck, sucking on the pulse points before moving lower.He kissed her breasts again, giving them just as much attention as before, but he wouldn’t let her climax this time.When she was squirming and gasping, he moved lower.And lower.His mouth was hot when he took that nub into his mouth while one finger slid into her heat.She was so wet and so tight.
When he lifted himself away, he was shaking his head.“ I’m sorry, Azlyn, but I need to be inside you.”
“Do it!”she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I’ll protect you this time,” he warned her, then leaned over to grab a condom out of his bedside table.It took him too long to roll the protection down over his shaft.Azlyn was ready to jump him when he came back to her.
“Finally!”she gasped, then moaned when his finger slid into her heat.Her hips moved, shifting against his thrusting finger.“Faster!”
“Slower,” he argued.
Azlyn shook her head, gripping his shoulders when he replaced his finger with his erection.“Do slower next time,” she whispered, biting her lip as she lifted her hips to meet his first thrust.When he thrust deeply inside of her, she arched her back, taking all of him while her mouth fell open.
“Yes!”she sighed, rolling her hips slightly to accommodate his size.“Move!”she begged, gasping for breath.
When he started thrusting, it was so perfect, she nearly cried.This was what had been missing from her life for the past year-plus.With every thrust, Azlyn cried out, pulling him in deeper, angling her hips so that she felt every inch of him.Too soon, she felt the shivers racing through her and she hung onto him for dear life as she careened into another climax.
Thankfully, the clenching of her inner muscles pulled him towards that release as well and she felt him moving faster until he roared, then collapsed against her.
Chapter 28
“Are you alive?”Zayn whispered into Azlyn’s ear.
She let out a breathy chuckle, curling closer.“Barely.”
“Good.Then I did my job right.”
He expected more laughter, but instead she shifted, then straddled his stomach, staring down at him with determination.
“We didn’t finish talking,” she pointed out.
His hands found her waist, fingers trailing lower to brush her thighs.She was too tempting to resist.“What would you like to talk about?”
“Me.”
He grinned and flipped them, rolling her beneath him again.“One of my favorite subjects.Go on.”
But when he dipped to kiss her neck, she stopped him with both hands.
“Zayn, I’m serious.I keep burying myself in work so I don’t have to face what’s really going on inside me.”
He pulled back, meeting her eyes.“I do the same.So… maybe we’re perfectly matched.”
“Or doomed,” she replied, voice soft but steady.“Because if we keep running from the hard stuff, we’re going to fall apart.”
