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A phone suddenly starts ringing from the vanity where I left my makeup, and my attention flickers to it. It’s pretty early. What if it’s an emergency?

“Don’t stop,” Zayn says immediately, noticing the distraction.

I obey him and resume my movements, smooth and fast, but the phone rings again.

So I pull away from him, releasing his cock with a soft pop.

“Let’s just make sure it’s not an emergency…”

I barely manage a single step toward the table when he’s already on his feet, catching me before I get any farther.

“I said don’t stop,” he whispers as he lifts me into his arms.

The sudden movement makes me grip his shoulders, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Pressing me to the wall, he aligns his cock with my pussy, and thrusts inside me in one determined movement.

“Nothing is more important than you, Selene,” he murmurs, kissing me.

With my head pressed to the wall, I moan loudly into his mouth as he fucks me into complete oblivion.

Good God.

He’s so good at this.

I savor every second of intimacy we share. I crave these moments with him, the closeness, the intensity, the way my entire body seems to respond to his touch.

He thrusts so hard I feel every movement deep in my belly.

One of his hands slips between our bodies, his fingers rubbing precise circles over my clit as he keeps kissing me with raw hunger.

My moans and our heavy breaths are the only sounds filling the room now. The air feels thick with heat, and every movement sends another shiver through me.

“Come for me, pixie,” he orders, biting softly on my tongue.

My body seems determined to obey him, because the orgasm crashes through me instantly. Unlike the other times, Zayn comes with me, spilling inside me as I’m still shaking apart in his arms.

“Are you on birth control, pixie?” he asks between breaths.

Laughing, I lean close to his ear and whisper, “What difference does it make now? You were supposed to ask before you came inside me.”

We both burst out laughing, and he presses me harder to the wall, pushing deeper inside me before carrying me back to the bed, my body wrapped around him.

Laying me down carefully, he slowly pulls out of me and settles beside me.

The phone slips from my mind. I let him pull me into his arms, the blanket covering us both, and close my eyes.

“It feels so good to be your girlfriend, Zayn,” is the last thing I whisper as sleep finally takes me.

TWENTY-FIVE

Zayn

I wake up a few hours later to an empty bed.

For a moment, I lie there staring at the ceiling, caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness, my body instinctively searching for the warmth that had been pressed to me earlier. The sheets beside me are already cool, and Selene is nowhere in the bedroom.

I reach down for my boxers, pulling them on before heading straight for the door.

“Selene,” I call, my voice rough with sleep.