Lily’s body trembled with anticipation as Zayn pulled his fingers from her mouth. The taste of her own arousal lingered on her tongue, making her hunger for more.
When she opened her eyes, Lily was surprised to see Zayn kneeling in front of her, between her legs.
“I want to taste you,” Zayn whispered, his hot breath tickling her inner thighs.
The first lick of his tongue made her back arch off the bed. Lily bit her lip hard, shocked by the new waves of pleasure flooding her body. It was unlike anything she had felt before.
Zayn worked his tongue in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. He held her thighs open a little wider, his touch left Lily wanting more. Her breathing grew labored as pleasure built up at her core. Lily widened her legs even more, feeling the stretch in her inner thighs.
She wanted more, more than what Zayn gave her. It was the only way she knew how to express her desire while being unable to speak. Zayn understood her actions. His tongue brushed against her clit as he slid another finger inside of her, pumping slowly while he licked her. He rolled his tongue in such a way that she thought her knees would buckle.
‘Oh, Zayn... please... don’t stop...’
Zayn froze, his tongue still pressed against her most sensitive spot.
Had he just heard her voice? Clear as day, inside his mind?
Lily gasped loudly, taking in deep breaths of air as her fingers were entwined in Zayn’s hair. She didn’t notice his momentary pause, too lost in the building pleasure.
‘More... Zayn... please...’
He heard her voice again!
Zayn was certain it was Lily’s voice, moaning his name. He had never heard her voice before, no one had, but he knew it was her. Sweet, sultry, lustful, and desperate with need.
Curious and excited by this discovery, Zayn licked her in quicker, longer strokes, lapping at her juices as they flowed out of her entrance. Her body shuddered while her voice echoed in his mind.
Her mental cries urged him on. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue as her thighs tightened around his head. The mate bond, something he’d hated before, was now connecting them in the most intimate way possible.
Zayn lifted his head, looking at her breasts as they heaved with each breath. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire. He leaned over and kissed her.
Lily tasted her own juices and the delicious taste of his lips. Her body betrayed her as it called out for more. She lifted her hips, grinding against him.
“Lily,” Zayn breathed in between kisses, “You want me so bad, don’t you? I can hear it in your voice.”
Lily’s eyes widened in surprise. She looked into Zayn’s eyes, thinking he had just read her mind. But there was something in his eyes, the way he smirked, that told her otherwise.
She pointed at her throat, asking him if he really meant her voice.
Zayn nodded, “I heard you in my mind.”
Her look of confusion quickly turned to embarrassment. Recalling her thoughts while Zayn was going down on her, Lily wanted to bury herself in a hole.
‘You...you heard me?’ she thought, deliberately this time.
Zayn nodded, “Your voice is beautiful.”
Zayn’s eyes traced down to the bandages wrapped around Lily’s abdomen. He gingerly touched around the bandage, reminded of her sacrifice.
“Your body seems to be ready, but are you?” He asked with a grin.
The gentleness in his voice melted the last of Lily’s resistance. She was ready to give in. She nodded in response, reaching up her hand to touch his face.
‘I want you, Zayn. All of you.’
Zayn spread her legs wider and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her close to him. Holding his cock in his hand, he rubbed the tip against her clit. Lily moaned, arching her hips, eager for him to slide in.
“Eager, aren’t you?” He mused.
Zayn lowered himself close to Lily. He nuzzled at her neck, taking in her scent. Lily felt the mate mark grow warm. It made her even more desperate for Zayn’s touch. Her breathing grew heavy as he got closer.
He trailed kisses along her neck. When he felt the ridges of the mate mark under his lips, Zayn nipped at it. Lily quivered beneath him.
Knowing she was ready, Zayn entered her slowly, inch by inch. He gave her time to adjust to his size. Lily gasped, pleasantly surprised to feel nothing but pleasure. Their last encounter was filled with pain.
This time... it was truly different.
Lily wrapped her arms around Zayn’s back, gripping harder as he pushed deeper. Her wet and tight entrance threatened to make him lose his mind with passion.
‘Zayn...’ Lily mouthed his name. She called out to him through their mind-link too.
Slow thrusts. Zayn was careful as he thrust inside her, mindful of her injury. Together, they found a steady, gentle rhythm. But as he felt her walls clench around his cock, pulling him deeper, he could not help but pick up the pace.
The more in sync they were, the closer their bodies pressed together. Lily wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in so that he thrust deeper inside her. The sound of his heavy breathing in her ear made her want him more. Feeling her breasts pressed against his chest made Zayn even more aroused.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward with more force. “So tight.” \n(o)v.e\l.com
‘Harder, Zayn. Please.’ Her mental pleas drove him wild.
He held onto Lily’s waist, pulling her closer, allowing his cock to go deeper. Each thrust hit spots inside her that made her want to cum. Her mental moans became incoherent as the pleasure climbed to new heights.
Lily felt like she was about to cum, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thickness. Zayn felt it too, his own release building rapidly as her pussy milked his cock.
“I’m close,” he warned, his rhythm becoming erratic.
‘Me too. Don’t stop.’
Zayn came first. He buried his cock deep inside her, groaning as his release poured inside her. The hot sensation of him filling her pushed Lily over the edge. Fueled by arousal, she came shortly after, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed through her.
As Zayn pulled his cock out of her, cum dripped out of her entrance and onto the sheets. Lily, a little embarrassed by the mess between her legs, squeezed her thighs together. Both of them were breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath while their cheeks flushed.