Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 117: Pleasure You

Chapter 117: Pleasure You

"Thwank you, Mummy," little Zami said, taking the bottle from Mira with a warm, smile. Mira nodded quietly, her heart swelling as she looked at her daughter, then shifted her gaze to Zamian. She couldn’t help but wonder how he always seemed to know exactly when Zami was about to turn around. Just a second before, he’d moved his hand away, as if he’d sensed it coming. Was it some kind of instinct? Or did he know their daughter so well that he could anticipate her every move? Whatever it was, it felt uncanny, as if he could read their daughter’s mind.

Her heart raced a little as she considered how close they’d been to being caught in an affectionate moment. There was a thrill in the secrecy of it—she wanted to laugh, but the closeness they’d almost shared left a lingering warmth, a reminder of how much she still craved him.

Mira turned to Zamian, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Be careful," she whispered, trying to hide the mixture of amusement and lingering desire in her voice. She couldn’t deny the twinge of disappointment she felt when he’d pulled his hand away earlier. It was ironic, really—she’d been the one to tell him to behave, to be mindful of their daughter. Yet here she was, yearning for just one more stolen touch, one more hint of the intimacy they shared when they were alone.

Zamian smiled knowingly, his eyes reflecting a quiet mischief that made her heart skip. He picked up a slice of pizza and handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers in a gesture that felt far more charged than it should have.

"Looks like we’ll have to pause this for now," he murmured, his voice low and playful. They both knew he didn’t want Zami to accidentally catch them doing anything she wasn’t meant to see. She took the pizza from him, her cheeks warming as she caught the glint of unspoken promise in his eyes.

Settling back, Mira took a sip of the soda Zamian handed her, focusing her attention on the cartoon playing on the screen. She and Zamian exchanged quiet smiles as Zami giggled endlessly at the characters’ silly antics. They might not fully understand the jokes, but their daughter’s laughter was enough to make the moment feel magical. The sound of her joy was contagious, filling the room with a warmth that softened the edges of the day, turning their living room into a haven of simple, precious family moments.

After what felt like an hour, Mira stretched her arms over her head, feeling the calm settle over her. Little Zami had fallen asleep, her head resting against the arm of the couch, with a few pieces of popcorn still clutched in her tiny hand. Mira gently took the popcorn bowl from her lap, setting it aside before any more pieces could spill. She glanced at her daughter’s peaceful expression, her heart swelling with an overwhelming love that only seemed to deepen with each passing day.

Zamian stood up as well, watching their daughter with a tender smile. The innocence on Zami’s face, the quiet rise and fall of her chest as she slept—it was a reminder of everything they’d built together, everything they cherished. Mira glanced at him, and their eyes met in a shared understanding. This was their family, their life, and it was moments like these that made all the sacrifices worthwhile.

Without a word, Mira carefully lifted Zami into her arms, cradling her against her shoulder as she made her way to the child’s room. Zamian followed closely behind, his footsteps soft and careful. Once inside, Mira gently laid Zami down on her bed, pulling the blanket up to cover her. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead. "Goodnight, baby," she whispered, a nightly ritual she cherished more than she could express.

Mira glanced back at Zamian, her eyes signaling him to do the same. He nodded, bending down to kiss Zami’s forehead. "Goodnight, dear," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet affection that made Mira’s heart swell. Seeing him embrace his role as a father so naturally, with so much care and love, filled her with a sense of pride she hadn’t anticipated. He was still learning, still finding his way in this role, but each day brought new moments that showed how deeply he cared, how committed he was to both of them.

As they left Zami’s room, Mira felt a surge of gratitude, an ache that settled deep in her chest. She knew they had their struggles, their moments of uncertainty, but watching him with their daughter reminded her of how far they’d come.

She headed toward the bathroom, feeling the weight of the day slowly lifting. Sensing Zamian’s curious gaze, she turned and offered him a soft smile. "I’d like to brush my teeth," she said with a light laugh, "I’ve eaten so much tonight, and I don’t want to leave any aftertaste—it’s just one of those things." He nodded in understanding, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Inside, Mira leaned over the sink, splashing cool water on her face. She took a deep breath, feeling the lingering tension in her body begin to melt away. Tonight had been about family, about creating memories with Zami, and yet, she couldn’t deny the undercurrent of desire that simmered beneath the surface, a spark that had been building between her and Zamian all evening.

After brushing her teeth, she stepped out, wiping her mouth with a soft towel, feeling a renewed sense of calm. She decided she would rest for the night—perhaps they could pick up where they’d left off tomorrow. But as she walked back into the room, she felt a tug, a need to share something she’d been holding in.

She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting, his gaze curious and attentive. The thoughtfulness in his eyes drew her in, giving her the courage to speak. Mira took a breath, gathering her thoughts. "I think we need to talk," she began, her voice steady, though a tinge of vulnerability edged her words.

Zamian’s expression softened, and he nodded, gesturing for her to sit beside him. She settled down, glancing at him before looking away, trying to find the right words. "I know you’re busy with work," she said, her fingers fiddling with the edge of the towel she still held. "You’ve been here for a while, and I know you’ve pushed things aside to be with us... with me. But there’s so much on your plate, and I think we’ve both been neglecting the need for time together."

Her voice trailed off, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. She wasn’t sure how he would respond, and the thought made her stomach twist. "So... I think it’s time for us to go back home. If that’s what you want. If you don’t, I can just..."

Zamian didn’t let her finish. He reached out, gently cupping her face, his thumb tracing a soothing path along her cheek. "No," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet strength that steadied her. "I was going to say the same thing to you. Yes, I want us to go back home. We’ll leave tomorrow. And when we get there, we’ll talk. I’ll answer every question you have."

His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a depth of sincerity that left her breathless. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of his words settling around them, filling the silence with an understanding that ran deeper than anything they’d shared before.

Mira took a slow, steadying breath, feeling the seriousness of his words wrap around her like a promise. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this, this simple reassurance that he was here, that he wanted this as much as she did.

But as she gazed at him, something shifted within her. A warmth spread through her, softening the vulnerability in her heart and replacing it with a quiet confidence. She let herself lean into the moment, closing the distance between them with a deliberate slowness that left her senses tingling.

Before he could react, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. She felt his sharp intake of breath, saw the surprise flicker in his eyes as she held him there, claiming the moment as her own.

Zamian’s chest tightened, the unexpected boldness in her movements catching him off guard. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the electric charge that seemed to ignite with every inch of contact between them. His heart pounded, his pulse thrumming in sync with hers as he looked into her eyes, mesmerized by the intensity he saw there.

The control he usually held so carefully was slipping, unraveling in the face of her closeness, her need. He didn’t care. This was Mira—his wife, his equal, the one person who could break down his walls without a word.

"I’ll be the one to pleasure you tonight," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise that sent a shiver down his spine.

For a moment, Zamian froze, her words hanging between them, their meaning sinking in, igniting something raw and primal within him. His hands moved of their own accord, reaching for her, drawn to her in ways he couldn’t resist.

Just as he was caught off guard, Mira placed her hands on his chest, letting them rest there for a lingering moment. Slowly, she traced her fingers up to his jawline, her touch soft yet deliberate, leaving a tingling trail that made his breath catch.

Her gaze held his, unwavering, filled with a determination that left him speechless. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered the words that would undo him completely.

"Strip for me."