Chapter 14
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That was the second time in less than six hours that Zoya found herself flush against him with his lips working on hers. Her eyes went wide and she tried to push him away, but his hands gripped hers tightly and lips pressed harder.
"Do you really want to know?" He asked after a few minutes when he had pulled away. Zoya shivered at his husky tone and her lips tingled again. She wanted to know. But her curiosity wasn't for what the kiss meant, it was more for how he was going to tell her. She swallowed and nodded slowly. His eyes darkened before he bent down and took her lips again.
But this time, Zoya didn't try and stop him. Her knees went weak and had it not been for his arms, she would've fallen onto the floor. She fell into his embrace easily. Not caring about getting her answers. The feelings she had been feeling since the past few weeks were now given a name. Desire. Raw and pure desire. It shot through her like electricity and Zoya found that her body was working on its own now. Her arms were around his neck as they kissed fervently and his hands had snaked around her waist, gripping it tightly.
Asad had lost control. He wanted to stop but his body had a mind of its own. He felt her hands slide down to his upper arms, her nails digging into his skin. Her lips tasted heavenly and he found himself craving more of her taste. His brain had permanently shut down all thought process and Asad didn't give a damn about consequences. The only thing that mattered to him was the woman in his arms.
Zoya shuddered when his lips trailed from hers to her jaw line. There was a burning sensation in her lower abdomen and Zoya felt a drabble of fear and excitement at the knowledge. Zoya felt the edge of the bed hit the back of her legs and she let out a surprised gasp as she fell back with him on top of her.
"Please," Zoya whispered, having no idea what she was asking for. His lips dipped lower to the base of her neck and sought out her weak spot. Her hands knotted in his hair holding him close to her, refusing to let him go and stop what he was doing. She wanted him, oh but she wanted him.
"Zoya," he groaned when her hands slipped to the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers were numb but they undid the buttons with ease, exposing his chest and abs to her. Her hands trailed down his stomach, feeling the contours of his muscles. She swallowed tightly and met his gaze above her. His gaze was filled with lust and she knew that it mirrored her own. Pushing the white shirt off of his shoulders she flung it aside, leaving his strong chest visible to her hungry gaze. Before she could touch him again, he grabbed her wrist and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist.
A soft moan fell from her lips at the intimacy of that simple gesture and Asad wanted to hear her even more. His lips and hands coaxed out the softest and lust filled mewls from her petit frame and each of her cries only added to his heated position.
"Please," she begged again and with that it was the final straw for him. Clothes were divested off from there bodies and thrown carelessly across the floor of his room, his OCD seeming to have disappeared, and waves of passion rolled off them.
He murmured sweet nothings into her ear before he claimed her, giving her time to take in the foreign intrusion. Before she knew it, her pain had turned into pleasure and both were lost with the rhythm of each other. Breaths mingled together, hands roamed one another, kisses were exchanged and sheer ardour and fervency combined together to bless them both.
Together they dipped into the sea of passion, together they climbed to the peaks of carnal pleasure, and together their hearts loved one another. It was night of utter hedonism where they lost each other to the amour that surrounded their persona. The one thing that they had denied so long had finally broken through and sought out refuge in their touches. Not once did any thought of consequence occur to them for they had long passed that road and now had begun on a journey that promised love and fidelity.
Together, Asad and Zoya spent the night learning the fine strings of each other's body, expertly strumming the right tune.
*****
Zoya's eyes fluttered open and she found herself in the queerest of all surroundings. She blinked to clear the sleep induced fog in her head and memories of the previous night came rushing back. A deep blush crept up her cheeks and she looked down at herself. White sheets were wrapped around her body and an arm was wrapped around her waist as her head rested against a chiselled chest. She swallowed and dared a peak up at his face.
His other arm was thrown over his eyes and his breathing was shallow. In an instant she knew that he was awake. Instead of panicking and alerting him of her awakening, Zoya glanced at the clock which read 6:36.
"I know you're awake," he said. Zoya blushed again and rested her head back down on his chest. She knew what they had done was wrong, but it had felt so right. When something felt so right, it was hard to ignore it. Instead she closed her eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, her hands wounding around his bare torso.
Asad tried to ignore the voice in his head as she clung to him for dear life. He sighed and removed his arm from his eyes and touched her bare shoulder.
"Zoya," he started. Her head snapped up and she scrambled into a sitting position to glare at him icily.
"Don't you dare tell me you regret it!" She hissed at him. Asad's eyes widened in surprise at her sudden outburst.
"Don't you?" He asked.
"I most certainly do not! Last night was perfect for me! Just like I had imagined it to be so don't you be so bold as to tell me that we shouldn't have done it," she snapped at him. Asad sat up slowly and leaned back against the headboard.
"Zoya. If anyone finds out what happened between us, do you know what will happen to us? It was difficult enough to have Tanu walk in-."
SMACK!
Asad grabbed his stinging cheek and glared at her, his gaze softening when he saw the tears in her eyes.
"I can't believe you have the audacity to say her name while I'm in your bed!" She growled at him.
"Zoya, that's not what I meant!" He protested but it did no good. Her tears rolled down her cheeks and her eyes looked at him accusingly.
"Are you ashamed of me then? Is it because I'm damaged goods?" She asked looking at her right arm, her scar a striking contrast against her creamy skin. Asad grasped her shoulders firmly and rolled them over, pinning her to the bed with his weight. Her small hands beat at his chest but he held her tighter.
"You are not damaged goods, Zoya Farooqui!" He hissed at her menacingly. She stopped to look at him before breaking into soft sobs and turning her head away.
"Don't-hic-say it. I don't deserve-hic-it," she whispered hiccupping. His heart reached out to her and Asad released his grip on her. He took his right arm in his and looked at her. Zoya turned to watch him and he leaned forward to press a kiss against her lips before he took her right hand and pressed a kiss to each of her fingers and then a kiss on the back of her hand.
Zoya's breath hitched when he pressed his lips at the edge of her scar and her eyes widened when he stroked it gently. His lips trailed to the beginning of the mark and he pressed another kiss to it. She watched silently as he trailed kissed up the length of her scar until her shoulder before nuzzling her neck.
"Your scar is a part of you, Zoya. For you it might be a mark of disgust but for me," he broke off and looked deep into her eyes. Zoya gasped in surprise at what she saw in his eyes. Pure and unguarded love.
"For me, it's a mark of your bravery. Your strength. This scar reminds me of how strong you are. Even after suffering from a horrible fate, you still smile and laugh. Your beauty is not abolished by this mark, no. Your beauty has been magnified. It does not matter to me, Zoya," he told her.
Zoya's tears had started again. No one, absolutely no one had told her such things about her scar. Such words had never passed anyone's lips. They were sweet and most of all they were honest. Every word he said was filled with a deep emotion that soothed her. His assurance gave her strength and made her believe that her scar wasn't anything to be ashamed of. Her heart could not deny what she was feeling for him and after having heard words as such escape his lips for her, her feelings intensified and Zoya knew. She knew that this was it. He had opened up to her. He had given her the key to his soul and had let her look upon it in whatever way she wished.
Asad watched her, he could practically see the wheels in her head turning and he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Zoya, believe me. I don't care," he told her.
"Then why do you regret it?" She asked him after a few minutes of silence. Asad sighed and rolled off of her to resume his position against the headboard. Zoya sat up and leaned back against it too, watching him.
"I always regret everything I do with you," he said after a few minutes. Zoya's heart plummeted and she let out a surprised gasp. His gaze turned to her sharply.
"But I don't regret last night with you at all," he added firmly. Zoya's heart was beating wildly and she willed herself to calm down.
"You're evil," she whispered. He grinned at her and reached over to gather her in his arms.
"I know," he replied cheekily. Zoya couldn't help it, she laughed and leaned into his embrace, resting her head against his chest as his arms wrapped around her shoulders.
"Get some sleep," he told her softly. She complied his wish by snuggling into his side and letting the drowsiness take over her.
~ End of Ch. 14 ~
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