His eyes widen a little, a flicker of surprise in the heat. “Why?”
“Because,” I whisper, leaning close enough for my breath to trace his jaw, “I want to take care of you… as best as I can.”
His lips part, the realization hitting as I slide beneath the blanket, my head moving level with his chest.
“Oh…” he murmurs.
I take my time, fingers tracing lines across his skin, each touch sending a shiver through him. His body’s heat rises, his breath catches. I feel his heartbeat strong and fast beneath my hand, and it’s all I can do to hold back a smile.
I can’t even say how happy it makes me. The thought of it giving out again… of him slipping away… no.
“Gypsy…” he breathes, my name like a prayer on his lips, his voice trembling, raw.
I press a kiss against his chest, right where his heart pounds the hardest. Then, my mouth trails downward, drinking in every shiver that ripples through him. When my hand slides lower, he inhales sharply, his cock hard and ready under my touch, his hips jerking despite himself.
“Fuck, Gypsy,” he breathes, voice strained.
I don’t bother with words; I let my mouth do the talking. My lips brush lightly against the tip, teasing him just enough to feel the power I have over him, and he responds immediately—a deep, guttural groan that seems to shake him from the inside out.
“Be a good lad, Zayan,” I murmur against him, voice thick with taunt, “or I won’t be able to do my work right.”
“Uh-uh.” He nods, struggling to stay still, his jaw tight. “I’m trying, damn it.”
I take him into my mouth, inch by inch, letting the weight of him rest heavy on my tongue as I move, tasting the edge of his control slipping. His taste fills me, and I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, pressing harder until he’s gasping, cursing under his breath, hands gripping the sheets to hold himself in check.
“Fuck, you’re really taking care of me, huh?” he breathes, voice hoarse. “Gods, the things you’re doing…”
I take him deeper, gaining confidence with every gasp, every shiver he can’t hide. I keep a steady rhythm, determined to see him unravel, and though he’s panting hard, he can’t resist running that damn mouth of his.
“Gypsy… I want to grab your head and push. Love…”
That word again, and I moan, reaching up, my hand finding his and peeling his grip from the sheets. I bring it to my hair, meeting his gaze, inviting him.
“Yeah? I can use your throat a little?”
With a half-choked groan, he pushes me down, his cock sinking deep, so deep my eyes start to water. But the heat, the sheer intensity of him, is so damn good it has me rolling my eyes back, wanting more.
“It’s so fucking tight…” he grits out, his hips lifting, hitting the back of my throat. I hum, the vibrations running through him, making his whole body jerk under me.
“I want to see you,” he rasps. “Need to see all of you.”
The blanket’s gone in a flash, and he just stares, his chest heaving as he takes me in—my ass up, my bare skin glistening faintly with sweat. I feel him twitch, helpless, utterly wrecked in my hands.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he mutters, his voice cracked. “You’re gonna make me come so fast, Gypsy… I don’t want to, but you’re too damn good…”
His words spur me on, my mouth working faster, tongue swirling over his tip each time I pull back. His muscles go taut, hand gripping my hair hard as he teeters on the edge.
“Gypsy… I can’t… I’m gonna…”
I know what’s coming, but I don’t let up, sinking him deeper still. His whole body goes rigid as he comes, his release hot andthick, and I take every drop, holding him through every pulse of pleasure that rips through him.
When it’s over, I pull back, trailing a final kiss along his softening cock before sliding up beside him.
“You’re a killer, love,” he pants, trying to catch his breath. “An absolute fucking killer.”
I give him a mock pout, raising an eyebrow. “And here I thought I was saving your sorry life.”
Zayan chuckles, still breathless, and pulls me into him, his arms locking around me in that way that always makes me feel like I’m exactly where I belong. His warmth is addicting—something I could get used to, despite all we’ve been through.
