Page 47 of His Fury

“And Elixir?”

My lips brushed against hers. “Elixir will manage without me for one night.”

She leaned into me, her arms sliding around me, her head resting on my chest. “Thank you.”

I kissed the top of her head, my arms wrapping around her, drawing her close. I was surprised by the intensity of my pull toward her, and I knew then that I had already given her more power over me than I ever intended…and it felt right.

CHAPTER 12

ISLA

I didn’t knowhow long we stood like that—my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. The house was quiet around us, the air charged but still. I could feel the steady beat of his heart. Strong. Solid.

Real.

He didn’t try to rush me or press; he just waited. Somehow, that made it easier to move. As I shifted back, I looked up at him, and Zayn dipped his head, brushing his lips over mine.

I let him lead me upstairs, our fingers touching but never quite intertwining. There was no music, no dramatic declarations—just the sound of our breathing and the subtle, unspoken ache of everything we hadn’t said.

Zayn pushed the bedroom door open but didn’t turn the lights on. The space was bathed in the faint glow of the moon outside—moody and quiet.

I walked in first, but I could feel him behind me, the way his energy filled the room, even when he didn’t speak.

I switched on the night-light, then slowly turned, and hewas there, watching me as if I were the answer to a question he hadn’t realized he had been asking.

I took a step closer.

Then another.

When I reached him, I didn’t ask for permission. I didn’t need to.

My hands moved to his shirt, my fingers brushing the buttons slowly and deliberately. “Let me,” I whispered. He didn’t move, didn’t help or resist—just allowed me to undress him as if it meant something.

Because it did.

With each button undone, the knot in my chest loosened. Something quiet, protective, and…mine.

When I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, he let it fall, his hands finding the hem of my top and lifting it over my head with the same reverence. We undressed each other in near silence. No fumbling, no urgency—just heat that built slowly and steadily, curling around the edges of our restraint.

Zayn kissed me like he meant it. Like I was the only thing that existed in the whole damn world. He didn’t hold back, and neither did I.

I just let myself want him.

He dragged his hands up my body from my hips to my breasts, cupping them, testing their weight, his thumbs brushing gently over the stiff peaks of my nipples. My moan was smothered by his low groan as he dropped his hands, skimming my skin softly, slowly, down my sides, around to my back, and eventually cupping my ass, kneading the soft flesh as he kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, his tongue tasting my skin.

Fingers trailed lazily up my spine, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back while his mouth owned my lips, possessing me, claiming me. The backs of my legspressed against the mattress. Then, he gently guided me back, following me down.

Zayn settled in between my legs, and I spread them wider for him, feeling the heavy weight of his cock against my center. My hands roamed across his body, touching him, moving over his body until I reached his cock, my hand wrapping around him, and I began to stroke it.

“You okay?” I asked him softly as I added a little pressure to my grip.

Zayn’s forehead rested against mine before he pulled his head back, watching me with hooded eyes as I worked his cock. He dipped his head, his mouth claiming mine once more, his tongue stroking mine as I picked up the pace slightly. This wasn’t to be rushed. I wanted to take my time, but Zayn had other ideas.

He moved back, my hand falling away from him as he kneeled between my legs, his eyes hungry with need and lust. Gently, he placed his palms on the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs wider, his gaze dropping to where I ached for him.

I swallowed, my breath coming in short gasps as I panted with need. “Zayn…”

“Not yet, babe,” he whispered, his strong arms wrapping around my thighs, pulling my ass gently off the bed, his mouth covering my clit, his tongue stroking through my wetness, teasing me with his gentleness when all I wanted was for him to fuck me.

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