Chapter 91: Trust and Intimacy

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Trust and Intimacy Only when his breathing had grown uneven did I lift my mouth, locking eyes with him as I gently raised his legs. I paused there, holding his gaze, my body still as if waiting for an answer I couldn’t put into words. Do you want this? Is it okay? I’m about to go in... can I? The question burned in my eyes, and I made sure he could see it. His lips opened slightly, his breath unsteady, and then he whispered, "Slowly, baby." That was all I needed, the soft permission, the trust shining in his eyes. I nodded, pressing forward. My hips moved carefully, sliding the tip inside. His body compressed, and he gasped, the sound sharp but not pained. I stopped, leaning close and murmuring, "Hold on, babe. I’ll be in." With each slow push, inch by inch, I sank deeper. His breath hitched with every stretch, every movement... "huh... ohh..." until at last, with one final thrust, I was fully inside him. He gasped loudly, his voice trembling, but before the sound could escape into the night, I covered his mouth with mine, swallowing the moan as our lips met in a desperate kiss. I paused, holding his gaze, making sure he saw the question in my eyes. His lips parted, a soft whisper escaping. "Go slowly, baby," he whispered, his voice trembling with both fear and desire. I nodded, my heart pounding. Leaning closer, I captured his lips in a deep, lingering kiss while gently pinning both of his hands above his head against the bed. My body moved carefully, inch by inch, sliding into him with a pace so slow it felt like time itself had stopped. "I love you, Zayn," I murmured against his lips. "Huh..." he moaned softly, the sound fragile yet intoxicating. I wasn’t rushed. Every thrust was deliberate, making sure I brushed against the most sensitive part of him. I wanted him to feel every ounce of me, not just in his body, but in his soul. "Baby..." I called him. "Yes," he breathed out, his voice almost breaking. "You are so sweet," I groaned, kissing his temple, my breath ragged. "I love the way I feel inside you. You’re just too sweet, Zayn. I could lose myself in you all day without ever tiring. I love you so much. You don’t even know what you’ve done to me." My words came out between thrusts, slow and deep, each one pulling us further into the fire. But inside me, another truth burned, fear. "I’ve always been afraid of losing people," I confessed in a low, trembling voice, my forehead resting against his. "But I’ve never been afraid of living after losing someone... until now. Zayn, I can’t lose you. No matter what happens between us, no matter the mistakes I make, please... always find a way to forgive me. I swear I’ll never intentionally hurt you. But the thought of losing you.." My voice cracked. "I wouldn’t survive it." He said nothing, but his silence was not rejection. His eyes... shining, wet, and soft spoke more than words could. His silence was a yes. I thrust deeper, pausing just long enough for him to gasp. "Fuck me," he whispered hoarsely, desperate, trembling. "Do you love it?" I asked, my thrust steady. "Yes... I love it," he moaned. I pushed deeper again, and his voice broke. "Evric—ahh... yes, please, do that again... oh God." His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down into another hungry kiss as I continued driving into him. My cock hardened further with every squeeze of his body, every gasp of his pleasure. He arched beneath me, his voice breaking into a cry. "God, Evric, you really know how to fuck me... oh fuck... You fuck so well..." "Yes, baby," I groaned, pounding once, making him gasp again. I saw the tears well in his eyes, curling at the edges, not from pain, but from sheer pleasure. "I fucking love your dick inside me, Evric," he cried out. "I love it." I kissed him, hard, as if to seal his words into my chest. "Fuck me... please," Zayn gasped. Then, his voice grew serious. He cupped my face, even while moaning. "You know... there’s nothing you could do that I wouldn’t forgive. But there’s one thing I’ll never forgive you for." I slowed, breath catching. "What is it?" "If you ever cheat on me," he said firmly. "Don’t beg. Don’t explain. Just forget about us. I don’t forgive cheating." His words hit like thunder through my veins. I slowed, looking into his eyes. "Babe... I don’t need anything outside of this. I don’t need anyone else. I already have you." He smiled faintly, breath shaky. "Can I tell you something I’ve never said before?" "Yes," I whispered, thrusting slowly, carefully. "I once had a girl who satisfied me... she was my first love," he admitted, his eyes flickering with old pain. I searched his face, even as I moved inside him. "And?" "She spoiled me with sex, made me feel whole. But then, she cheated on me. I caught her. I asked why. Her excuses weren’t genuine. She claimed her friend set her up, but I couldn’t believe it. She should have told me, but she didn’t. She waited until I found out. I ended things right there. She begged, my friends begged, but I never looked back. I don’t forgive cheating. No matter how much I love... once someone cheats, I erase them." "It’s not just hate. I erase them," he repeated. I kissed him again, harder this time, grounding him back to me. "I have no reason to cheat. You’re more than enough for me." His lips quivered into a smile, but his eyes burned with fire. I leaned close, my voice rough. "Can I go faster now?" He nodded, breathless. "Yes." That was all I needed. I shifted, changing position, sliding him deeper under me as I gripped his waist. This time, my thrusts grew stronger, faster, and his moans filled the room like music meant only for us. My body moves with more urgency, pouring every ounce of love, fear, and desire into him.