Chapter 29 Prime #2
“Breathe through it.” I held still, buried halfway inside her, letting her adjust. “Relax. Let me in.”
She exhaled slowly, her inner walls loosening just enough for me to slide deeper. When I was finally fully seated, I paused. Let us both feel the connection.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice was strained. Needy.
I pulled back and thrust forward. Hard.
She cried out, her hands slipping on the wet tile, and I grabbed her hips to hold her steady.
“I’ve got you.” I set a rhythm—deep, powerful strokes that had her gasping with each impact. “I’ve always got you.”
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the marble walls, mixing with the spray of the shower and her desperate moans. I reached around and found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles while I fucked her from behind.
“Prime… oh God… I’m gonna…”
“Not yet.” I slowed my strokes, pulled my hand away. She whined in frustration. “You come when I tell you to come.”
“Please…”
“Not. Yet.”
I pulled out of her completely and she nearly sobbed.
“Bedroom. Now.”
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying her off quickly before scooping her up and carrying her to the master bedroom. Dropped her on the king-sized bed and stood over her, drinking in the sight of her spread out before me.
“Touch yourself.” I stroked my own length slowly, watching her. “Show me how you like it.”
Her hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her clit, and she started rubbing in slow circles. Her eyes never left mine.
“Faster.”
She obeyed.
“Put two fingers inside.”
She did, her back arching off the bed, a moan escaping her lips.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself for me. Let me see how much you need this.”
“I need you.” Her voice was desperate. Broken. “Please, Prime. I need you inside me.”
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I climbed onto the bed, positioned myself between her thighs, and thrust into her with one smooth stroke.
“YES.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Yes, yes, yes…”
I fucked her hard. Relentless. One hand braced beside her head, the other wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just holding. Reminding her who she belonged to.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.” Her eyes were rolling back, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You, Prime. Only you.”
“Say my name.”
“Prime…”
“Louder.”
“PRIME!”
I tightened my grip on her throat slightly—just enough to make her gasp—and felt her walls clench around me in response.
“You like that?” I thrust deeper, harder. “You like when I take control?”
“Yes… fuck yes…”
“You’re mine, Zainab. Every inch of you. This body. This pussy. This heart.” I released her throat and gripped her hip instead, angling her pelvis so I could hit that spot deep inside that made her scream. “Mine.”
She shattered.
Her whole body convulsed, her inner walls gripping me like a vice, her mouth open in a silent scream that finally broke into a wail of pure pleasure.
I didn’t stop. Fucked her through the orgasm, extending it, pushing her higher until she was shaking uncontrollably.
“One more.” I flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and entered her from behind. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t… it’s too much…”
“You can.” I started moving again, the new angle letting me go even deeper. “You will. Because I told you to.”
My hand found her clit again, rubbing in fast circles while I pounded into her. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling her screams, her whole body trembling.
“Don’t hide from me.” I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up so her back was against my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist, my fingers still working her clit. “I want to hear you. Every sound. Every moan. Let it out.”
She came again with a scream that probably woke up the neighbors. Her body clamped down on me so hard I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck—” I buried myself deep and let go, spilling inside her with a groan that came from somewhere primal. Somewhere beyond thought or reason.
We collapsed together onto the bed, both of us gasping, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat and shower water and each other.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Just lay there tangled together, breathing slowly returning to normal.
Then Zainab laughed.
“What?” I asked, pulling her closer.
“Nothing.” She turned in my arms, pressing a kiss to my chest. “I just… I really needed that.”
“Me too.” I stroked her back, tracing lazy patterns on her skin. “Me too.”
She was quiet for a moment. Then: “We’re gonna get through this. You know that, right? Rashid. Meech. All of it. We’re gonna get Yusef back and build that bakery and have a life together.”
“I know.”
“Do you believe it?”
I thought about everything that lay ahead. The blood that would have to be spilled. The relationships that would have to be severed. The man I’d have to become to protect the people I loved.
Then I looked at her. At the woman who’d brought light into my darkness. Who’d given me something worth fighting for.
“Yeah,” I said finally. “I believe it.”
She smiled and nestled closer, her head on my chest, her hand over my heart.
Within minutes, she was asleep.
I stayed awake a while longer. Listening to the waves outside. Feeling her warmth against me.
Tomorrow, the war would begin.
But tonight, I had everything I needed.