Chapter 140: Bound by desires
Zamian’s pupils dilated as he stared at his wife. Mira had unknowingly tortured him in the most sensual way, and it was driving him mad. Every subtle movement she made, every accidental brush of her skin against his, ignited a fire within him that he struggled to control. She had no idea of the hold she had over him, no clue of the power her innocent actions wielded, and it made her allure all the more intoxicating.
He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her how utterly undone she made him, but the words caught in his throat as she resumed her movements, her pace quickening with a boldness that took him by surprise.
A guttural groan tore from his lips, deep and raw, as Mira’s ministrations grew more purposeful, her rhythm steady and confident. His pleasure intensified with each deliberate motion, his body instinctively responding to her touch. Zamian’s breathing grew ragged, his composure slipping away as the tension within him built, coiling tighter with every passing moment.
"Mira," he moaned, her name escaping his lips like a prayer, laden with a mix of surprise and desire. Her actions, though seemingly innocent, were driving him to the edge. The duality of her—soft and shy yet utterly capable of reducing him to this state—left him both amazed and hopelessly captivated.
The world around him blurred as the sensations overtook him. His body stiffened, every muscle taut as he reached his peak. His release washed over him in waves, leaving him breathless, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to regain control.
For a brief moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of their breathing. The intensity of the moment hung between them like a tangible force, electric and unrelenting. Zamian’s gaze locked onto Mira’s, his eyes dark and hungry, filled with a desire that had only just begun to be satisfied.
A slow, mischievous smirk spread across his lips as he leaned forward, his strong arms reaching out to pull her closer.
"You’ve been very naughty, my love," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, a dangerous edge lacing his tone.
Before Mira could respond, he acted swiftly, flipping her onto the bed with a fluidity that spoke of his strength and control. Her soft gasp of surprise only fueled his amusement. He hovered above her, his body close but careful not to press his full weight against her. His lips curled into a grin as his fingers toyed with the thin fabric of her singlet pajamas.
"This is cute," he murmured, his tone light but filled with intent. "But..."
With a quick, effortless motion, he tore the delicate fabric, the sound of the rip filling the air. He tossed the ruined material aside, his gaze trailing over her newly exposed body. Mira’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the weight of his stare.