Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 126: Speechless

Chapter 126: Speechless

Warning

This Chapter contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed to the next Chapter if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18+.

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Zamian leaned in, his gaze locking onto Mira as he whispered, "You’re one damn seductress, my love." His voice was thick with a mix of desire and admiration. He couldn’t believe how effortlessly Mira had managed to captivate him without even trying. It was as if she held the power to unravel him with just a glance, a gesture, a single touch.

As he spoke, his hands began to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. Fortunately, he was dressed in a more casual outfit, a stark contrast to the formal attire he’d worn earlier for his supposed meeting. He smirked at the thought—how had Mira not realized this? Of course, he hadn’t exactly planned on being in a business setting when all he wanted was to be with her.

Mira’s breath hitched as her eyes flickered down, a nervous yet curious feeling washing over her as she caught sight of the undeniable evidence of his desire. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed deeper, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away.

Zamian noticed her reaction and paused, his expression softening as he took in the vulnerability in her eyes. "It’s okay," he murmured, a touch of reassurance in his voice. "I’ve got you."

Mira’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as she took in the sight before her. This was the first time she had seen him this way—so exposed, his desire undeniable. She had always been aware of his physical presence, but this was different. There was a rawness to the moment that both startled and intrigued her. The sheer size of him left her speechless, her mind racing with thoughts she hadn’t quite expected. Everything about him was perfect—his body, his strength, even the intensity in his eyes. It was as if he was crafted to be this way, every inch of him a reflection of his power and allure.

Zamian, noticing her gaze linger, let out a soft chuckle, his voice low and teasing. "Do you love what you see?" he asked, his tone playful yet filled with an underlying warmth. He had intended to tease her, but her response left him speechless.

Mira’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes darting to the floor, then back to him. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability and trust in her gaze caught him off guard.

Zamian, caught in the intensity of the moment, was momentarily stunned. His heart raced, and the playful teasing he had intended shifted into something far deeper. "You’re full of surprises, Mira," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Zamian leaned in closer, his voice a low growl of desire. "You’re so gorgeous, my love." His eyes darkened with admiration and hunger as he took in the way Mira had managed to stir him so effortlessly. She hadn’t needed to do much; just being near her was enough. His hands moved to remove his clothes, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment. Thankfully, his outfit wasn’t too formal, and the simplicity of it made it easy to shed.

Mira’s heart raced as she felt the unmistakable hardness press against her, her breath catching in her throat. She had seen this side of him before, but never like this—never this close, this intense. It was almost too much to handle.

Zamian noticed her gaze, the way she was staring at him, and the teasing smirk that tugged at his lips was enough to send a shiver through Mira’s body. "Do you want to touch it?" His voice was soft but laced with a challenge, a tease.

Mira’s face turned crimson, the words hanging between them. She nodded, her breath unsteady. The reaction was unexpected, leaving Zamian momentarily speechless. She was so honest, so open, and it made his desire for her burn hotter.

Of course, she was curious. She wanted to touch him there, to explore how it felt, and she was eager to see his reaction to her touch. Her curiosity burned, a flame she couldn’t extinguish. At some point, she knew the old saying—curiosity killed the cat—but that didn’t matter now. When it came to Zamian, she didn’t fear the consequences. She wouldn’t be the one to get hurt, not with him. If she were the curious cat, then he would be the one to save her.

He moved closer, his hand lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "Let’s get rid of this hindrance,First baby" he murmured, his tone low, as his fingers began to pull away her panties with slow precision. Each movement was deliberate, and the soft rustling of fabric was the only sound in the room as her undies fell to the floor.

Mira’s breath hitched as she felt herself being lifted, carried in his strong arms. Zamian sat down on the sofa, bringing her with him so that she was sitting on his lap. The sensation of his hard body beneath her sent a wave of heat through her. Her cheeks flushed deeply, and her body trembled as she became aware of the way they were positioned—her skin pressed against his, both of them exposed.

As the dim light around them grew softer, Mira’s gaze moved around, and she froze when she saw the large mirror directly in front of them. The reflection of their bodies, naked and vulnerable, made her pulse quicken. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt different—more real, more intimate. Her body shuddered as she locked eyes with Zamian through the mirror. He was staring at her, and she saw the same hunger mirrored in his expression.

"Look at me, love," he whispered, his voice commanding yet tender. Mira turned to meet his gaze, but before she could fully face him, Zamian’s hands gently cupped her face, holding her steady. His eyes never left hers as he guided her back to the mirror.

Her heartbeat quickened as her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. This was new, foreign, yet thrilling. She had never seen herself like this before, never felt this exposed. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but Zamian’s hands gently pried them apart, pushing them open slowly.

Mira’s eyes widened as she saw herself in the mirror, her legs spread open, her most intimate place exposed to both her and Zamian. The sight was overwhelming, and a rush of heat flooded her body. She had never truly looked at herself this way, and the sensation of vulnerability mixed with desire was more intoxicating than she had imagined.

"It’s okay, love," Zamian whispered, his hands caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Let’s enjoy the view." His voice was low, steady, and filled with admiration. He spread her legs further, his touch gentle but firm, and Mira gasped as she took in the sight of herself. She looked... stunning. Sexy, even. She hadn’t realized how much the reflection of her own body could make her feel this way.

"See?" Zamian’s voice was full of awe. "So gorgeous." His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them gently. He squeezed and kneaded, his touch both tender and possessive. Mira’s back arched at the sensation, her body responding instinctively. Soft moans escaped her lips as she stared at herself through the mirror, each movement heightening her awareness of her own pleasure.

Zamian was lost in the moment too, his hands sliding lower, his touch becoming more deliberate. Mira’s breath caught when she felt his fingers trace the outline of her most sensitive area. She gasped, her body shuddering as he teased her, his fingers brushing against her skin with a slow, deliberate touch.

She looked at him through the mirror, seeing the smirk on his lips, the gleam in his eyes, and it made her ache with need. "Faster," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Please, Zamian... faster."

Her hips began to move against his hand, finding the rhythm she craved. Her hands reached for his, guiding him as she pushed his fingers deeper inside her. The sensation made her gasp, her body trembling as the pleasure built.

Zamian was speechless. His innocent wife, who had once been shy and reserved, was now a shameless, seductive goddess. He slid another finger inside her, feeling her body respond to him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Caught off guard, Mira shifted upward, and in a swift motion, his hands pressed deeper, causing her to gasp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

Mira’s body trembled with each movement, and a scream of pleasure escaped her lips. "I want you inside me... Zamian," she whispered, her lashes fluttering as her eyes rolled back, consumed by desire.

Zamian’s body was aflame with both need and pleasure, but more than anything, he was speechless, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the depth of his desire for her.

Unbeknownst to Mira, the way she had been moving her hips had been pressing against his hardness. Before Mira could realize it, Zamian held her and slowly lifted her from his lap, guiding her gently before he slid inside, causing her to scream once again with pleasure.