Forbiddenly Bound To  You

*WARNING*

This Chapter contains mature content. Please skip this Chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.

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Mira gasped, her voice a strained whisper. The walls were thin, and little Zami was in the room next door. The last thing Mira wanted was to wake her daughter with sounds she couldn’t quite suppress. They lived in a modest three-bedroom apartment: one room was hers, another belonged to Zami, and the last was reserved for Grandpa. Some nights, little Zami would join her, though thankfully, tonight was not one of them.

Zamian gently tilted her face toward his, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that started slow, soft, and almost hesitant. But the spark ignited quickly, and what began as a tender exchange deepened, their mouths moving together in a heated rhythm. Mira moaned softly, her breath shuddering against his lips as his hands slipped under her gown, exploring her skin with an urgency that made her shiver. His touch sent waves of warmth through her, a silent promise of everything he wanted to give her. His fingers grazed her breast, and her soft moans grew louder, only for her to catch herself and lower her tone, trying to keep the sounds restrained.

But her body was betraying her—she couldn’t deny how alive his touch made her feel. Her lips trailed down to his neck, and she pressed her mouth against his skin, kissing him there, feeling the pulse beneath her lips. Her teeth grazed him, and he let out a low, throaty groan, his fingers tightening on her as his own breathing quickened. Mira pulled his face back to hers, capturing his mouth again in a desperate, hungry kiss, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel his hands roaming over her, tugging at her nightwear with an impatience that matched her own.

In one swift motion, he tore at the fabric, his hands moving skillfully as her nightgown slipped off her shoulders, leaving her exposed to him. She caught her breath, her face flushed as his gaze traveled over her body, lingering over every curve, his eyes smoldering with desire.

"So damned gorgeous," he whispered, his voice rough, thick with admiration and hunger. His eyes drifted down her form, pausing on the soft skin of her inner thighs. She felt her cheeks heat under his intense gaze and instinctively moved to cover herself, her hands reaching to shield her most vulnerable places. But Zamian stopped her, his large hands gently pulling hers away, holding them as he pressed a soft kiss to her palm, his eyes meeting hers with a promise that made her heart race.

Then, without breaking eye contact, his mouth found her breast, lips closing around her sensitive skin as he sucked and nibbled, sending jolts of electricity through her. His other hand kneaded her other breast, squeezing softly before his hand began its slow descent, traveling down her body. Mira gasped as his fingers finally reached the aching warmth between her thighs, a touch that she had been yearning for.