Chapter 39: The Way You Moan My Name, Evric

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: The Way You Moan My Name, Evric He let out a soft sigh. "The girl you saw with me." I said nothing, my jaw tight. Zayn’s eyes lingered on mine. "Why do you always do this?" he whispered. "Why do you have this habit of holding all your pain inside like it doesn’t matter?" My throat tightened, the ache in my chest growing worse than the one between my legs. He wasn’t just talking about tonight. He was talking about me. I murmured, my voice low. "What if I say it... and you end up walking away from me? What if you think I’m being too much... or that you never loved me to begin with?" My voice trembled. I couldn’t look at him, I just stared at my hands, afraid of how exposed I felt. Zayn watched me in silence. There was no judgment in his eyes, but I still felt raw under his gaze. "I’ve never been this scared of losing someone before," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Then I finally looked at him. "I love you, Zayn. I really, truly love you." He didn’t move. His eyes softened, but his voice was firm when he finally spoke. "If you love me, Evric... then talk to me. Ask questions. Don’t bottle everything up and torture yourself in silence." I nodded slowly, feeling a blush crawl up my neck. Then, with a quiet breath, I asked, "Who was the girl I saw with you today?" My gaze dropped again. I couldn’t believe how calm I was... how gentle love could make you, even when you’re hurting. Zayn looked at me, a smile forming on his lips. "If you’d come closer instead of spying from afar," he teased gently, "I would’ve introduced you to your in-law." My eyes shot up. "What did you just say?" He chuckled. "You’re in-law... or should I say, your in-law-to-be." A wave of warmth burst through my chest. Suddenly, all the pain, all the worry that had clung to me like a second skin melted away in an instant. "Her name is Liana," Zayn continued. "She’s..." I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him, full of relief, full of joy, then lifted him from the floor and gently laid him on the couch. I hovered over him, grinning like I’d just hit the jackpot. He looked up at me, smiling too. "At least let me explain properly..." "My staff called me before you arrived and..." I kissed him again, cutting him off. "Zayn, I’ve already heard the most important part," I whispered. "But please... can I just have one round? I know you’re tired, but I seriously can’t resist you... not after hearing this." He laughed quietly, brushing his fingers against my cheek. "Okay... but go gently." I nodded. Then I began to undress, slowly, deliberately, watching him. Zayn’s smile was soft, knowing. He mirrored my movements, pulling his shirt over his head, stripping until he was bare before me, skin flushed, chest rising and falling with anticipation. God, he’s beautiful. My hand moved first, trailing over the curve of his collarbone, down the plane of his chest. I traced every inch like I was memorizing him, committing his body to my soul. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his slowly, savoring the moment. Our kiss deepened, tongue to tongue, wet, slow, and hungry. His breath hitched as I slid down, my mouth seeking the hardened bud of his nipple. I licked. Then I sucked. "Ahh—Evric..." Zayn moaned, his voice raspy, needy. My mouth kept going lower. Down his stomach. Until I found his dick, already thick and hard. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked, hard, deep, messy. He gasped and grabbed my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me, controlling the rhythm. "F–fuck... just like that," he groaned. I bobbed my head, stroked with my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip until his hips bucked up. His moans got louder, broken. "Evric—I’m cumming... fuck—Evric!" I swallowed every drop as he cried out my name, trembling under my touch. When he finished, I kissed him hard... claiming his mouth, letting him taste the pleasure I just gave him. I pulled him up to sit and whispered against his lips, "Can you ride me, baby? I’ll go slow, I promise." He nodded, breathless, trusting. I sat on the couch and lifted his hips. My fingers slid between his cheeks, gently preparing him. He gasped, clenching slightly. "Relax," I whispered. "Let me in..." And when I felt he was ready, I lowered him onto my cock, inch by inch. He whimpered as I stretched him, the tight heat of his body drawing me in deeper. "F–fuck, Zayn... you feel so good," I growled. Once I was fully inside him, I paused, letting him adjust. His hands gripped my shoulders, and I kissed his neck... soft, reassuring. Then I began to move. Slow at first. Rolling my hips. Letting him ride me. Then faster. Harder. Our bodies collided, skin slapping against skin. The sound of sex filled the room, wet, rhythmic, and intoxicating. Zayn moaned loudly. "Ahh—Evric—yes—!" But I couldn’t cum. My mind flashed to Nicki his voice, his scent. The memory twisted inside me. I cursed under my breath. Not now. Focus on Zayn. I stood up with him still impaled on my cock. He wrapped his legs around my waist as I carried him to the chair. I set him down, bent him over, his hands gripping the arms for balance. Then I pounded him. Hard. Deep. Fast. The sound of my hips slamming against his ass echoed in the room. He cried out shameless, desperate. "Moan louder, baby," I groaned, thrusting deep. "Tell me you want it." "F–fuck me harder, Evric!" he screamed. "That’s right... Say it again." "Harder! I want it harder!" I turned him to face me, one hand wrapping around his neck... not to choke, but to tease. His eyes rolled back as I drove into him, my cock buried to the hilt. "Zayn... fuck—you’re so sweet. I love how tight you are... I don’t wanna let go." He sobbed and moaned, body trembling. I was close. I could feel it building... tight, hot. I reached between us and gripped his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. "Cum for me," I growled. "Let go, baby." He gasped. "I—ahh—Evric—I’m—" I’m cumming... His body convulsed as he spilled all over my hand, his legs shaking. And that was it for me. I groaned loudly as I came inside him, thrusting deep and hard, pouring everything into him until I was empty. I collapsed forward, holding him tight, pressing kisses to his shoulder. "I love you, Zayn," I whispered, kissing his lips. We stayed like that... kissing, breathing, tangled. Then my cock stirred again, slowly hardening. I smirked. "Can you go again?" He looked up at me, gave a tired smile, and shook his head. "I can’t, Evric... I’ve been working since morning. I’m tired. Please... pardon me." He kissed my neck sweetly. But I teased, "Then beg me." He raised a brow. "Seriously?" I thrust deep inside him just for him to open his mouth. He gasped. "Say it," I whispered. He laughed softly, flushed and breathless. "Please, baby..." "Louder." I thrust again. "Please, baby." I kissed him again. This time, then I pulled out slowly, gently. "Good boy." Then he said softly, his voice still husky from everything we’d just shared, "Evric..."