Chapter Eight : " You are beautiful... So beautiful
Warning ⚠️ r18
Zahid went very still for an instant, and then his arms came hard around her. He kissed her, long and deep, hunger shimmering through them. His mouth teased and satisfied, his hands exploring, arousing. Zahid felt as if he had been waiting for this half his life.
He wanted to taste her all at once, to gulp her down like water to a thirsty man. At the same time, he wanted to devour her, to linger over every kiss, every touch.
Angel slid her hands into his hair, letting the silky strands slip across her skin. She felt bombarded by this sensations, greedy to taste every one of them. Her hands slid down his neck and across the expanse of his shoulders, exploring the thick pad of muscle and bony outcropping of his shoulders and collarbone. His flesh was smooth and hot beneath her fingertips, and it spurred her own excitement to hear the quick intake off his breath when her fingers brushed over the sensitive skin, arousing him.
His chest was hard, the hair prickling against her fingers. Something coiled and tightened deep in her abdomen as she trailed her hands down over his chest and back up, and the warm ache between her legs blossomed.
He could feel the faint trembling of her fingers as she touched him, and both the touch of her skin and the evidence of her own urgency aroused him. Fire washed out across his skin and tightened in a ball in his belly, he ached to be inside her, to sink into her soft , welcoming warmth, but first there was the journey, the slow, drifting exploration, and that made it well worth the wait.
There was little that separated her flesh from his, a loose cotton polo that crumpled in his searching hands,easily pushed up until his fingers could roam beneath it over her bare flesh, His palms slid up the smooth line leg and hip and onto her skin, and he ran his fingertips along the lines of the bones, then up until he touched the satiny curve of her breast.
Angel didn't even know when they got to her room, As she drew in her breath in a sharp gasp, shaken by the wave of desire that swamped her. Her breast turned swollen and heavy, the nipples tightening in a sudden, intense ache of passion. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and, turning her head, nipped gently at his arm. He let out a groan, and his hand moved more urgently across her breasts, stroking and squeezing.
His mouth left her lips to roam down her throat, nibbling and kissing the sensitive flesh, until he ran into the obstruction of her polo. With a soft oath of frustration, he pulled back and grasped her polo, pulling it up over her head and tossing it away. Gently he eased her back down on the bed, then paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over her glorious nakedness
" You are beautiful," he murmured hoarsely. " So beautiful..."
Slowly he caressed her, watching his hand as it moved across her creamy skin, delighting in the sight of her nipples prickling in response to his touch. He stroked down across the soft skin of her stomach, and Angel twisted beneath him, her body thrumming with passion. He ran his fingertips down over her hips and along the side of her thigh, then moved back up, sliding between her legs. She clamped her legs together, startled but at the same time suddenly, intensely aroused.
Zahid smiled down into her eyes as his hands moved slowly up, seperatinyher legs. Her breath rasped in her throat, and her legs fell apart, opening to him. Angel closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation.
His fingers were on her, slipping across the slick flesh, opening, teasing, stroking, Angel gasped, and her heart seemed to wobble in her chest as heat rolled and twisted through her.
She was all feeling now, every inch of her alive to each new pleasure that rippled through her body. With every moment, she was sure that she had reached the height of sensation, that she could feel nothing more intense than what she felt right then, and in the next instant, she was trembling under the force of an even greater pleasure.
As his fingers caressed her, found and explored her chest and onto the supremely soft skin of her breasts. With tongue and teeth he teased , stirring them both to an almost painful pleasure. When at last he took her nipple into his mouth, Angel let out a small whimper of delight.
She wanted, and with every stroke of his tongue, each pull of his mouth, she wanted more, Angel dug her fingers into his shoulder, her moans urging him on. He murmured her name against her skin, his voice thick with passion.
Desire was building in him, pounding like fury with every best of his heart. The mists of passion clouded his brain as he struggled to maintain control, but he couldn't wait anymore, his fingers slipped inside her as his mouth feasted on her breast, And she shattered, he was the only man that you her her, the only man that knew where to touch and wake her passion, Before she could even gather her scattered wits or relax into that deep satisfy, he was gently stroking her passion again, first stroke was almost never ending as he needed to get her used to the intrusion, when he brought out his finger in that slow pace he fixed in a second finger further preparing her for him, each slow thrust of his fingers felt so good, bringing her closer to her release, caressing her sensitised flesh into a renewal of raw hunger, Limp, exhausted from the storm of her release, she lay in a haze of pleasure, as he coaxed from her still more desire.
His hands went to her hips, lifting her as he slipped between her legs, slowly he slid into her, filling her, astonishing her yet again with a new pleasure, a deep satisfaction at this final completion that far outran the brief slash of pain as he entered.
His mouth covered hers, his hunger compelling hers, as he began to thrust inside her. Angel's hands fisted in his hair and she moved beneath him, gave to him as he gave her, driven to match his rhythm , to meet him passion for passion. This, above all else was what she wanted, she knew. To be melded to him,to move with him, breath and heart surging as one.
She was his and he hers and, as they flung themselves higher, harder, faster until they teetered on that last fierce precipice, then tumbled over in an explosion of release, she knew that whatever else might happen, they would never again be apart. Where it mattered, in the centre of them, they are united.
Angel didn't know if it was love or madness, maybe both, but it felt like the only thing real in a world that kept slipping away from her.
By the time dawn light filtered through the curtains, the air was still heavy with what had happened.
Angel lay quietly, the silence between them both comforting and terrifying.
Zahid sat at the edge of the bed, shirt half-buttoned, eyes distant. "I had my reasons," he said softly.
She looked at him, her voice a whisper." Give me a while, let me sort my thinking, I'll listen, I'll hear you out, But not now. Please."
He gave a small, understanding nod, his eyes lingering on her face for one more moment, then he stood, wore back his clothes in silence, the weight of unspoken words following him as he left the room.
Angel lay there, staring at the ceiling, her heart torn between the past and what had just begun again.
She didn't know if she'd made a mistake or found a piece of herself she'd long lost, she just needed a while to think.