Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 110: Your Wish is My Command

Chapter 110: Your Wish is My Command

*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.

She instinctively moved her hips, inviting him closer, her need for him overwhelming her as she let herself surrender to the moment. His fingers traced slow, tantalizing circles, building anticipation until he finally slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp.

"Ahh... uhh... Za... Zamian..." her voice broke in a melodic, breathless moan, louder than she had intended. The promise she had made to herself to keep quiet faded away as her moans spilled from her lips, each sound louder than the last, beyond her control.

Zamian added another finger, spreading her legs wider as he leaned down, his lips kissing her there, where she wanted him most. His tongue traced soft, teasing strokes against her, and Mira’s entire body tensed with pleasure, her hands reaching to grip his shoulders, needing something to hold on to.

"More... I want more," she whispered, her voice desperate, her breath coming faster. She felt Zamian’s lips stretch in a smile against her skin as he continued, responding to her plea. He shifted her legs wider, his mouth working magic against her, drawing helpless moans from her lips as she felt herself melt under his touch. He gave her a light slap on her bare skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her shiver.

"So soft," he murmured, his deep, husky voice vibrating against her, his breath hot as it brushed against her most sensitive places, making her gasp in surprise. The sensations were too much, her mind slipping away as she surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving her, each kiss, each touch drawing her deeper into his embrace.

"I want you... Zamian," Mira whispered, her voice a delicate hush, barely audible yet full of longing. Her eyes fluttered open, a haze of pleasure clouding her gaze as she looked up at him, completely vulnerable.

A devilish smile tugged at Zamian’s lips as he watched her, captivated by the need in her expression. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear.

"Your wish is my command, my sweet wife," he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

With careful, reverent hands, he began to undress himself. He moved slowly, making sure not to tear the fabric she cherished. Mira could not deny it every touch, every brush of his fingers against her skin, tested his restraint. He wanted her fiercely, yet he was determined to make this moment last.

As the last piece of clothing slipped away, Mira’s breath caught. Her heart pounded as she took in the sight of him—he was more than she remembered, his body stronger, more intense, his desire clear.

"Oh... s-so big..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anticipation and surprise. A faint smile played on Zamian’s lips as he positioned her carefully, his hands gentle yet firm as he guided her.

He leaned in, capturing her face between his hands, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was deep, unhurried, and filled with the promise of everything he felt. As the kiss deepened, he moved slowly, pressing into her with deliberate care, his gaze never leaving hers. The feeling of him filling her made her gasp, her body responding instantly, clinging to him, tightening around him.

Mira’s moans grew louder, and she bit her lip, trying to contain herself, though the sensation was overwhelming. She felt as if she were floating, each movement drawing her higher, closer to him, until nothing else existed.

"Ahh..." she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body moved instinctively, her hips rising, inviting him to go deeper, to give her more. Her legs spread wider, her entire being aching for him.

"Faster... please," she whispered, her voice trembling, barely able to articulate her need. Zamian’s eyes darkened with intensity, and he adjusted his pace, his thrusts growing faster, each one bringing them closer.

He lowered his head, his lips finding her breast as he kissed and sucked, teasing her sensitive skin with slow, deliberate nips. His hands moved in sync with his mouth, one hand caressing her, kneading her, heightening every sensation coursing through her.

Her breaths turned ragged, her mind barely able to keep up with the wave of sensations building within her. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, he paused, his breath hot against her skin, his gaze locking with hers in a moment filled with silent promises, yet to be fulfilled.

And then, as their bodies moved in unison, Mira felt a wave of warmth flood over her, and they both reached their climax together, their breaths mingling as they shared the intensity of the moment. Spent, Zamian lay beside her, pulling her close as they wrapped their arms around each other, their naked bodies intertwined. Their breaths slowly steadied, calming with each passing second until Mira’s heartbeat softened, her breathing low and even.

Zamian finally whispered, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "We’re not done yet." He turned, expecting to meet her gaze, but to his surprise, she had already drifted off, her face relaxed in peaceful slumber, completely oblivious to his words.

A quiet chuckle escaped him as he watched her sleep, his hand brushing a few strands of hair from her face. He could feel the warmth of her against him, her body relaxed and content, and in that moment, he knew he would wait for her...

Mira jolted awake, realizing with a start that the morning sun was already streaming through the window. She felt the soft fabric of a shirt and pajama shorts against her skin—Zamian must have changed her while she slept. Panic set in as she shot up, her mind racing. Oh no, Zami’s school! Shecouldn’t let her daughter be late.

Quickly, she washed her face, slipped into a bra, and rushed out of the bedroom. But as she stepped into the living room, she froze, spotting her grandfather sitting calmly, watching the morning news.

"Grandpa... Zami... oh no, no, no!" she stammered, her voice laced with frustration and guilt.

Her grandfather looked up, a reassuring smile on his face. "Don’t worry," he said gently. "She left with her dad."

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