Free Web NovelChapter 135: You Won’t Be Deprived
Zyair was frozen in time, too stunned to move. Did she just willingly kiss his forehead? As her lips parted from his skin, this longing to put them back coiled inside of him. His hand shifted and touched the area she had just kissed with such affection.
No one had ever kissed him like that. He was supposed to be the giver, taking care of his clients, providing them pleasure. The kisses he received were of lust, of their own cravings he was supposed to fill and satisfy.
Only she could kiss him like that, make his heart flutter like a tiny bird’s wings.
"Am I dreaming? Or did you just kiss my forehead?" He asked, blinking several times at her.
"You did it too today. This was my reward for being so amazing to me." Skyla held onto his face, her hands still resting on it.
"You know what I want to do right now?" The mischief in his voice made Skyla’s skin tingle and she tried to extract her hands to escape him. But he captured them and grinned.
"Not so fast, Sky. You didn’t even hear it." He leaned closer, her neck pricked.
"I–wait."
But his sultry whisper was already in her ear.
"I want to repeat that night from nine years ago. Once that divorce is finalised, I am going to own every inch of your skin. You claimed me with this kiss now I will claim you once you are free."
His words ignited a fire inside of her that burnt raw and exhumed her whole. His naughty words were too much for her, he didn’t know that she was so ill-experienced in matters of bodily pleasures.
"Ahm!" She blushed all shades of pink and red and turned her face away to hide her embarrassment. A satisfied smile covered his lips but then he remembered that she always clamped up whenever he teased her related to getting physical.
That thought of marital rape and forced sex hijacked his brain and he could hold himself back no longer.
"Can I ask you a personal question? If you don’t mind. And if it will make you uncomfortable you won’t have to answer." He placed his hand on her left cheek and straightened her face so she could gaze at him with those shy eyes.
She nodded her affirmation.
"Did he force himself on you?" His voice slightly shook and his heart almost stopped beating as he asked this question, he was so not ready for the answer.
Skyla drew in a sharp breath. This was beyond embarrassing, how was she to tell him that her husband never touched her? For years he made her believe she was undesirable, not worthy of even his kisses.
Her eyes downcast as she told him in a broken voice.
"We didn’t have a physical relationship. He hardly kissed me a few times but that’s the extent of it. He didn’t want kids so we never did it."
Zyair was extremely relieved but his heart hurt knowing he deprived her of intimacy. This was a sacred bond between husband and wife and he didn’t even respect it.
He rubbed her arms, trying to offer his reassurance and gentleness.
"I am sorry, I was just afraid that you might have been forced. I didn’t know." He was genuinely saddened that she was deprived of a proper marital life.
"It’s not your fault. This was how it was meant to be. Actually, you are the only man I have ever been with," she informed him in a delicate voice which held no embarrassment. This fact was like a cherished secret for her.
Zyair remembered how boldly she had told him nine years ago she didn’t regret sleeping with him. She was so confident at that time and knew what she needed. Unlike now, when she had to hide her feelings and could hardly meet his eyes.
"Look at me, love," he tenderly asked and she obeyed. Their eyes danced to each other’s tone.
Her awfully shy ones, his extremely loving ones.
"I can’t reverse the time but I promise you that from now onwards you will never be deprived of anything. Especially not love and intimacy, I will give you everything he couldn’t and so much more than that."
Those swirling blues of his were offering her blissful vows she knew he would fulfil. Vows of deep lustful desires she kept hidden in her needy heart.
"Do you want that with me? I will do that with your consent only though." The back of his hand was caressing her very reddened cheek as she could only muster enough courage to nod her head.
Hell, she wanted everything that was Zyair Kincaid.
That finesse.
Those broad shoulders encamped in the ridges of deliciously toned muscles.
The deft hands that promised vices; pleasurable and wicked.
His lean fingers and thumb held her chin, swiftly and firmly. His fascinating blues glued to her cherry-plump lips.
"I would like to hear you speak, Skyla, with these beautiful lips of yours."
No one had ever pronounced her name so sensually so very desirously. No eyes had taken her in like his did, it made her lose control and gain it at the same time. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Say my name and tell me you want me to love you like no one else has done." His unbridled amour caresses were driving her over the edge and she hid her face unable to keep up.
"Can we talk about this later?" She requested and he decided to give her time to get used to all this.
The smell wafting from the pot also announced that their food was ready.
"Of course, but I will await your words."
Letting her chin go, Zyair took a step back and lifted the lid. The steam escaped in torrents carrying with it the blend of aromas that surrounded them and filled the kitchen.
Skyla’s mouth began to water and her empty stomach rumbled
"It smells so delish. Let me put up the plates," she announced, stepping down from the counter while Zyair dished out the food.
Soon they were settled and eating the tempting food Zyair had cooked. It was mouth-watering, fingering licking good and Skyla couldn’t get enough of it.
"Your cooking is to die for," she told him between mouthfuls and he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. His girl liked his food and he wondered if she liked him as much too.
He knew he was hopelessly falling in love with her and with every passing day it was becoming impossible to exert control.
"I will cook for you every day." He patted her head, his wandering hand lingering in her soft hair.
Once they were done, they cleaned up and did the dishes before putting them away. Zyair then took her to the guest room and gave her his clothes to wear. She was still in her office attire and had no spare clothes.
"Once you change, come out, I want to discuss some important matters," he instructed before she closed the door.
Skyla changed into oversized trousers and a V-neck. The arms of his V-neck hid away hers and dangled down. But she loved the feel of his fabric around her skin. As usual, it eased her raw nerves and for the time being, she forgot the unsettling events of the day.
She stepped out and trotted over to where Zyair was sitting waiting for her. His heady gaze wantonly took her in and she shuddered blissfully as hers collided with his.
"My clothes look perfect on you. You should only wear these when you are here with me."
