chapter 37
Avira
The heat that had cooled a bit flares back. I push my tongue into his mouth, his hardness twitches between my thighs. His tongue slides against mine, sending jolts of electric currents through me.
I pull my tongue back and nibble on his lower lip. My nipples press tightly against his chest, so I move my upper body, rubbing them for friction.
The discomfort between my legs shifts into that familiar ache, the ache of him filling me. I reach down with my hand and position his length at the entrance where I need it.
I lift my face and watch him, the rim of ice-blue in his dark, shining eyes and the ticking of muscle along his jaw are enough to tell me how much he wants this.
I push myself down on him, a fresh sting making my forehead scrunch. He opens his mouth to speak, and I know he will protest. So before he can say anything, I clench my jaw and push myself all the way down on him. It’s painful. So, so, so painful.
Only pure determination to do this with him has driven me to it. If not for this mind-numbing lust for my man, I never would have.
I stay there for several minutes. He watches me silently, the darkness in his eyes softens into something tender, but I crave that original, fierce darkness.
I lift slightly, dragging him out of me, then push him back in. It’s less painful now. I repeat this a few times until the pain goes numb, leaving only the aching pressure behind. I push him deeper and slide him fully inside, my eyes close, and a low moan escapes me.
Only then he moves. He holds my ass in place, pulls out, and thrusts back inside.
My mouth hangs open at how good it feels.
He slides out and thrusts in slowly, then gradually picks up the speed.
My head falls onto his shoulder, unable to hold myself upright.
The pleasure is so intense it starts to numb every part of my body, and it’s not even the peak yet.
I moan louder and louder, his thrusts become deeper and heavier. My body rocks with each push, even when he is holding me steady.
I kiss his neck. He moans so beautifully that I have to lift my face to see him, lips parted and eyes closed. The veins on his neck are taut. I can’t resist his beauty as my mind drifts into the depths of pleasure. I’m moving closer to the edge.
“Zoan, faster,” I gasp.
He increases the speed of his thrusts, my soul almost leaves my body as my orgasm slams into me, stealing my consciousness and leaving me trembling and shaking for a long time.
When I open my eyes again, I find myself covered in sweat, and Zoan. I lift my head and watch him watching me with a smile.
“I need a shower,” I tell him.
He nods and lifts us from the bed. He hasn’t pulled out of me. He walks us into the bathroom and sits in the tub, still inside me. It feels funny, having him inside while we do this.
The water starts filling the tub.
“Are you planning to keep it inside forever?” I chuckle.
He smirks. “Why not? It got the opportunity to go inside after waiting for ages, it doesn’t want to come out now.”
I laugh, and he kisses my throat.
When the water fills to our lower backs, he turns it off and finally pulls himself out of me.
What follows are waves of his release spilling out of me.
My eyes widen as I watch the thick, white semen sliding out, swirling into the water.
God, how much has he come? Will I get pregnant from this?
With the amount still coming out, it feels like it could impregnate ten women.
Shut up, Avira. Why would he impregnate ten women?
I narrow my eyes at him. “You sure you were a virgin before this hour?”
I’m not going to act very maturely, there’s no other option.
He nods, gaze steady. “I’m very sure. I never let any woman touch me.”
He flushes the water, letting it drain, and then fills the tub again.
“Apart from a demon,” he teases.
He leans back in the tub, spreading his arms along the edges with casual dominance. He looks like a god reclining in his temple, so much confidence and quiet authority in his form.
My hands find their way to his abs on their own, fingers brushing over the ridges. “Why do you call me a demon? Am I not a sweet, lovely angel who made your life bright and beautiful?”
He pushes my hair back from my shoulders, his touch trailing lightly over my neck and collarbone.
“There was a dove who used to sit on the window of the basement where I was locked. I used to think life outside must be like that dove. After your father rescued me, I was admitted to the hospital. There were many types of people, many who showed care and concern for me, but no one made me feel anything. Nothing made me realize I was truly free. Then I saw you.”
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “You came running to me, smiling. And I finally found the dove I was searching for. Only after seeing you did I realize what living truly looks like. But I was too dead to live again, so I started living through you.”
I hold his face, press my lips to his, and hug him tightly.
He runs his fingers through the length of my wet hair. “I didn’t need the light, Dove. I needed life, and that’s what you are. You’re the necessity of my existence. And you are a demon who makes me lose control every time, who tempts, manipulates, and turns my life into hell.”
I move up, pursing my lips. “Whose life did I make hell?”
“Mine. Every time you cry, it becomes hell, and you cry over everything.”
I poke his chest. “Now you’re calling me a crybaby?”
He grabs my wrists, brings my hands close to his face, and kisses each of my fingertips. “Aren’t you?”
I scrunch my chin. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I lean forward and hug his neck. “I want to sleep.”
He rubs my back under the water.
My sleep is abruptly broken when I hear a knock, then my eyes open at a loud, “Holy shit!”
Before I can even wake up like a normal person, my quilt is yanked off and the collar of my t-shirt—which is Zoan’s—is being pulled. The culprit of this breach of privacy, with full rights to torment, is none other than my sister.
She stands tall while I sit up against the headboard. “So,” she grins, sitting in front of me.
I yawn. “So what?”
“How does it feel to have sex?”
I grin. “Mind-blowing. Lose your virginity as soon as possible. It’s the best thing you could do.”
She shrugs. “Well, the person I want to lose it to doesn’t want it. So I’m going to become a nun. But I can enjoy the details.” She wiggles her brows playfully.
“It was painful, like really painful, but then it was amazing.” My expression turns dreamy.
“So you will not come with me to our heaven?” she smirks.
My face sobers, I blink and look around. “I will. I don’t want you to feel depressed alone.”
She raises her hand. “Oh, please. I’m not depressed, but I will surely become one if you come, because everyone knows how healthily you live away from Zo.”
I purse my lips. She continues, her tone softening. “Stay here and live happily. As for me, I’m finding my equilibrium, and I will find it soon.”
Her voice dips even lower.
I want my sister to have the world, not this sadness. If possible, I would go to that man, drag him here, and force him to love her. I know you can’t force anyone to love someone, but with Wen, you don’t even need to. She’s such a sweetheart.
I move forward and pull her into a tight hug.
She groans. “You smell like Zo.” She pulls back, eyes glinting. “I now have one more checkbox in my fantasy list: smelling like him at least for one morning.” She chuckles, but I can hear the ache beneath it.
“Don’t push it off as a joke. I can see the longing in your eyes. Can’t we really do anything?”
Her face falls, she exhales, eyes heavy. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that we can’t have everything. And this is one of those things I can never have.”
“How will you forget him?”
She smiles. This is the hundredth time in the past few days that I’ve seen her sad smile, a kind of smile that never existed in Wen’s world before.
“I’m never going to forget him. I’m just learning to live without him.”
“It was just eleven days. You don’t even know his name. How can you be so madly in love with him? It’s beyond my understanding.”
She chuckles softly. “Eleven days are more than enough when you fall for a villain.”
I look around and clear my throat. “Zoan’s room is not a very good place to have this conversation.”
She grins. “What’s the point of making him your boyfriend if you can’t keep his mouth shut?”
I roll my eyes. “Have you forgotten about his wife, Leo? I can’t believe there exists any information that Zoan knows and Leo doesn’t.”
She pats my shoulder. “It’s time to claim the power of your position. Tell him to choose between you and Leo.”
I nod with determination.
Zoan had already left for the office before I woke up, well, before Wen woke me up, which was at 10 a.m. I guess that guy was too confident about me not leaving, he didn’t even call to check. If I hadn’t known he was watching every second, I would have considered it bad treatment after sex.
I had a farewell breakfast with Wen, and after seeing her off, I roamed around for a few minutes, already missing her. I want to help her, but how can I do that? Feeling too low for my own good, I make a call to the only man who can handle my mood swings.
He picks up instantly. “Zoan.”
“Hmm?”
“Umm… are you busy?”
“No.”
“What are you doing?”
“Discussing something with someone.”
He’s busy. He doesn’t discuss the weather with random people. The discussion must be worth a trillion dollars.
“I just wanted to say… come home early.” The sentence sounds too suggestive.
“Okay.”
“Love you. See you. Bye-bye.”
“Hmm.”
I cut the call and shove my phone into my jacket pocket, letting out a long exhale with a smile.
I spend the rest of the day writing and editing, and now I’m sitting on my chair, cursing Zoan. He said “okay” to coming home early and hasn’t shown up. It’s already seven.
I decide to call him back and remind him to leave that bloody office and bring his ass home.
“Hey Veni, make a call to that damned adopted brother of mine.”
“You want me to call Zoan?”
I open my mouth, but my door opens before I can say anything. When I see the handsome figure stepping inside the room, a smile spreads across my pursed lips.
“Nothing, Veni.”
“Okay.”
I watch him walking closer to me with steady steps, the same distance and rhythm between each one.
“You are late,” I try to sound mad, but I don’t think anyone can look mad when puppy love is written all over their face.
He bends down and lifts me off my chair. I hug him instantly. He drags a long breath near my neck, walking out of my room. He does the same one more time.
“Why are you sniffing me?” I ask, grinning, rolling my face on his shoulder to look at him.
“Inhaling my life,” he murmurs against my neck, taking a long, deep drag again.
He takes us into his room, closes the door, and walks toward the closet. After setting me on the table in the center, he starts undressing, watching me.
“You brought me here to watch you undress?” I raise my brows.
He chuckles. “I brought you here to watch you.”
He places his jacket neatly on the table, then removes his belt and arranges it just as carefully, without making a sound.
“Zoan, do you have certain OCDs?”
He comes closer to me, unbuttoning his shirt. “I have many, but the strongest one is watching you.” That reminds me of something I need to discuss with him.
I play with his collar while he removes his golden cufflinks. “I wanted to ask you something.”
He kisses my neck while removing his shirt. “Ask.”
I run my fingers over his shoulder muscles. “Later,” I breathe.
I don’t think I’m the type of person who needs foreplay, watching him undress is more than enough for me.
He removes his pants and places them over the other clothes, then holds my thighs and drags me closer to the edge of the table.
Standing only in his briefs, he still looks magnificent. I can never understand how he radiates so much power.
“Let’s bathe.”
I hold his shoulders, kissing along his jaw, which has a light stubble. “Shouldn’t we do that later?”
He smiles. I kiss the corner of his mouth, and in the next second, he holds my neck and takes both of my lips in his mouth. I manage to take one out and lick his lower lip, then nibble on it. Our tongues meet, and the temperature of the closet rises.
He removes my t-shirt, then my sweatpants. I see my naked self lying on the table reflected in the mirror beside us.
Zoan bends down, holding my ass, lifting me up and giving me a flat lick. My head smacks against the table under the rush of pleasure.
He drops my ass back onto the table, removes his boxers, and I see his long, hard erection standing between my legs.
He rubs it over my entrance, then slowly slides inside, his eyes locked on mine, watching for any hint of pain.
A sharp sting hits at first, but it dissolves almost instantly, replaced by fire coursing through me.
He slides out and thrusts back in, his rhythm deliberate, merciless. I turn my head, mesmerized, watching him work in and out of me, his hips rolling forward and backward in perfect motion. God, what a sight. I could come just from watching him.
He leans over me, taking my nipple in his mouth, grazing it lightly with his teeth before sucking hard. I moan, loud and unrestrained.
“My little demon likes watching,” he mutters against my other breast.
I nod, lost in the heat of him.
He smiles darkly, taking my other nipple into his mouth.
His thrusts grow harder, faster, more violent.
He pulls me closer to the edge of the table, his hands gripping my lower back, slamming himself into me with unrelenting force.
My head spins, nearly splitting from the buildup of pleasure and need.
Then, without warning, he lifts me from the table in his arms, holding me suspended, thrusting deep and fast. My body trembles, clinging to him, squeezing around him as I bury my face in his strained neck, moaning against his skin.
The orgasm crashes over me, hot and dark, leaving me limp and shaking, but he doesn’t relent. He groans, the sound rough and possessive, spilling himself deep inside me as I cling to him, gasping, feeling every inch of him claim me.