Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 125: Starlit Desires

Chapter 125: Starlit Desires

Mira smiled as she gently pulled Zamian closer, their faces inches apart. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes as she whispered, "I..." Her voice trailed off before she gave him a quick, teasing peck on the lips. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, reminiscent of ripe tomatoes.

"Love," she continued, punctuating the word with another soft kiss. Her golden laughter filled the air, warm and unrestrained, as she finally declared, "You."

Zamian’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, clearly relishing her playful yet heartfelt display of affection. There was something about the way she teased him that made every moment feel fresh, like an exhilarating game only they understood.

"I love you, Zamian," she whispered, her voice tender and sincere. Her eyes shone with emotion, and her smile seemed to carry the weight of her words. Before he could respond, Mira leaned forward and kissed him again—this time slower, deeper, and more lingering. Just as Zamian began to reciprocate, she pulled away abruptly, leaving him yearning for more as a teasing smile played on her lips.

The truth was, she had never imagined she would ever say those words to him again. Those three words. After leaving, she had thought she would never see him again. Yet, here she was—more than glad, grateful even—that they had met once more.

"I’m glad I met you," she added, her eyes sparkling with unbridled joy.

Zamian chuckled warmly at her mischievous expression, but before she could add another word, he swept her into his arms without warning. Mira let out a small gasp before instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. The silken fabric of her gown slipped against his hands as he held her firmly.

Mira felt the warmth of his grip on her waist, his hands strong yet gentle as they supported her. The closeness between them made her heart race, and she couldn’t help but blush at the intimacy of the moment. She was so wrapped up in him that the world beyond seemed to disappear.

Zamian tilted his head slightly, studying her flushed face with a flicker of mischief in his eyes. His thoughts were written plainly across his face, and Mira could sense the playful yet naughty undertone to his gaze.

"I love you too, my dearest wife," he murmured, his deep, velvety voice filled with affection. With a gentle hand, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing softly against her cheek. He leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to her temple.

Mira’s cheeks burned brighter as Zamian’s lips moved from her temple to her cheek, his touch igniting sparks across her skin. His other hand slid lower, brushing over her bare thigh. The warmth of his fingers sent a shiver through her, making her tense slightly before melting into his embrace.

Her wide eyes instinctively darted toward the door, her mind racing with thoughts of someone walking in on them. She couldn’t bear the thought of Zami seeing them like this, or worse, someone else—maybe Lily or James. Her neck flushed a deep red with embarrassment. Zamian, ever attuned to her, noticed the flicker of worry in her expression and spoke in a soothing, confident tone.

"Don’t worry, she’s with James," he said softly, his voice calm and reassuring. He knew exactly what Mira was thinking. Her concern for little Zami walking in on them was written all over her face.

At that moment, a realization struck Mira. Everything began to make sense—the giggling she’d heard earlier from Lily and little Zami, the mysterious way Zamian had told her he had "something to attend to." It was all part of a clever plan. A plan that had worked perfectly, though she had no idea the whole time. Not even the slightest hint. Her daughter was truly brilliant at it.

A small smile crept across her lips, unbidden. She couldn’t help but admire the effort and thoughtfulness that had gone into this moment.

"Hmm, I wonder why you’re smiling," Zamian teased, bringing her attention back to him. His voice was playful, his words laced with a hint of amusement. The mischievous glint in his eyes deepened as his hand trailed higher, the movement deliberate yet unhurried, teasing her in a way that made her heart pound wildly.

"You don’t have to worry," he whispered, his tone low and intimate. "No one is coming."

Without waiting for a response, Zamian carried her toward a door on the far side of the room. Mira noticed how his steps were steady, purposeful, as though this moment was just as important to him as it was to her.

As his hand rested on the door, a faint beep sounded. Mira’s eyes widened slightly as she realized the door had a hidden fingerprint scanner. She had never known such places existed within the mansion, but then again, this was Zamian. Nothing about him ever ceased to amaze her.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a space that left Mira momentarily breathless. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. The room felt like a universe suspended in perpetual night. Stars twinkled softly across the ceiling, their light dancing faintly over the walls. Every few moments, a shooting star streaked across the expanse, leaving trails of light that seemed to linger.

The gentle hum of the air conditioning added to the serene, otherworldly atmosphere. The world outside—broad daylight and all—seemed like a distant memory. Here, in this room, it was as if time itself had stopped.

"You can make all the wishes you want," Zamian murmured, his voice breaking the stillness as he gently laid Mira on the bed.

Mira’s heart raced as her eyes flickered from the stars above to Zamian’s face. Her thoughts were interrupted when he added in a low, commanding tone, "Strip, baby. I don’t want to tear this pretty dress of yours."

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson at his words. The way he looked at her—his gaze full of heat and longing—made her feel as if she were the only woman in the universe. There was no mistaking his intentions, and no one needed to tell her what was about to happen.

Still, her response surprised him. Mira nodded, her quiet compliance catching him off guard. He hadn’t fully expected her to agree so easily, though he had hoped she would. But this—her trust, her willingness—it stirred something deeper within him.

Mira stood gracefully, her movements deliberate as she turned her back to him. She glanced over her shoulder, her golden eyes meeting his briefly before she gestured for him to help with the zipper.

Zamian stepped forward, his hands gentle as they found the zipper at the small of her back. The soft sound of it sliding down filled the quiet room, each moment stretching like eternity.

Once unfastened, Mira let the dress fall to the floor. The sight of her milk-white skin bathed in the soft starlight left Zamian momentarily speechless. Her red bra accentuated her curves, while the matching red underwear hugged her hips perfectly, completing a look that was both innocent and utterly seductive.

If only she knew how breathtaking she truly was. Zamian’s gaze softened as he took her in, marveling at her rare and natural figure. It baffled him how she could ever feel insecure about her body, especially when so many others—celebrities even—went to great lengths to achieve what she possessed so effortlessly.

"Gorgeous, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. He stepped closer and leaned down to place a tender kiss on her forehead.

But Mira wasn’t done. With a shy yet determined expression, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. As it slid off her shoulders and fell away, Zamian’s breath audibly hitched.

The way she moved—so innocent, so unaware of the effect she had on him—set his entire being ablaze. Her unintentional allure was a force she didn’t seem to realize she wielded, and it was driving him to the brink of his self-control.

When she had first slipped out of her gown, he thought that was as far as she would go. But now, as she stood before him, her bare skin glowing softly in the starlight, he realized just how wrong he had been.

Mira’s perfect, curvy breasts came into view, their beauty leaving him momentarily stunned. He couldn’t help but stare, his dark brown eyes drinking in every detail.

Mira noticed his gaze and instinctively moved her hands to cover herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Her hazel eyes flickered downward, unable to hold his intense stare, but the shyness only added to her allure.

The timid gesture, however, only seemed to fuel the fire in Zamian’s eyes. The way she cupped herself, her hands trembling slightly, and the way her gaze darted up to meet his—nervous yet trusting—stirred something primal within him.

"Oh baby, why are you seducing me?" Zamian teased, his voice low and thick with desire.

Mira froze, caught off guard by his words. Her eyes widened in shock as she tried to process what he had just said. How had she seduced him?

All she had done was strip and cover herself, nothing more. How could that possibly be seductive?