“I want you to have it, to wear it,” he says.
My breath hitches in my chest.It can’t be… can it?
For one wild second, I fight the urge to rise from his lap and bolt out the door.Just be brave, Kat. Open it.Tentatively, I reach down and lift the lid.
A dainty gold charm sits on a satin pillow inside the box. It almost looks like a miniature dog tag. In the very center of the square lies a minute ruby. The candlelight on the table catches on the ruby, glistening a deep scarlet as I tilt the box back and forth.
My chest expands on a relieved exhale, and my eyes flash up to Zayn.
“It’s beautiful!” I exclaim, “thank you.”
“Allow me,” Zayn says, and he removes the delicate charm from its spot in the box. Grasping my wrist, he tenderly secures the clasp onto my chain.
I’d worn this gold bracelet ever since my tenth birthday. A gift from my father. The charms had all changed over the years, but the bracelet never left my wrist. It felt significant to be carrying something from Zayn on it now.
And he knows that,I think.
I lift my hand to cup Zayn’s jaw, and smile.
“Thank you,” I say again.
“You’re welcome, Doc. Please, don’t take it off.”
I smile again, almost laughing with relief and happiness at the perfection of this moment.
“I won’t,” I assure him.
And I lean in to kiss his lips. Zayn pulls me closer into his chest. Then, he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom.
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I stir sometime in the night and feel my lower body twist in the warm sheets. It takes me a moment to realize a sleepy moan ripped from my own throat.
What?
Drowsily, I continue to stir, slowly embracing consciousness like the mist does the tree line. Zayn is settled in between my legs, holding them apart. He kisses along my thigh toward my pussy and with a jolt of pleasure, I realize he has two fingers up to the knuckle already buried deep inside of me. I’m wet, and throbbing around them.
Fuck. I arch my back and moan.
“Zayn,” I whisper into the night.
“Shh,” he replies, his hot breath trailing across my center.
Zayn emerges from under the sheet to look up at me.
He licks my clit while pumping his long fingers deeper inside of me. I widen my thighs, letting them nearly fall to the bed. I can barely make out Zayn’s form twisted in the sheet, butGod, can I feel him.
I buck against his tongue and hand, an orgasm already barreling toward me.Zayn sinks in one more long finger and my body explodes.
My scream wrenches out into the night. My pussy convulsing around Zayn’s fingers, my tight tummy rippling with pleasure.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
He continues to gently pump his fingers as I come down from my climax. Then he pushes up between my legs and fits himself at my entrance. Still catching my breath, he pushes inside of me.
“Fuck,” he groans out low and rough.
His hand grasps under my knee and pushes it up and out as he enters me again and again.
