Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 139: Making Her Worry

Chapter 139: Making Her Worry

Zamian looked over at Mira and spoke with a playful yet magnetic tone, "Of course, you are." His words were simple, but Mira’s expression shifted slightly, as if something had clicked in her mind. As if remembering something, she glanced at him, her eyes narrowing as she spoke with a hint of teasing in her voice. "I’ve been informed that little Zami will be staying at Lily’s place tonight."

Zamian nodded in acknowledgment, He wasn’t surprised; he had already spoken with James earlier, who’d mentioned that Mira had been informed and had given her approval. For Zamian, it didn’t matter how or why things happened; as long as Mira was happy, so was he. And in that moment, it was clear she was satisfied with the arrangement. A soft nod was all it took to affirm it.

His hand settled on her waist, a grounding touch as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Mira’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, and in that moment, she felt lighter than she had in weeks. She looked up at him, her eyes soft, her lips curling into a playful smile as her legs crossed behind his, pulling him closer. Her fingers traced the muscles along his torso, her touch sending sparks of warmth through his body. Zamian’s grip tightened, pulling her into him, as a teasing smile spread across his lips. "You’re tempting me so much, Mira," he murmured low, his voice dripping with desire. "But I wouldn’t be happy if this husband of yours doesn’t clean up. Right now, I’m feeling rather... unclean."

His words were a gentle reprimand, but the underlying need in his tone was unmistakable. There was no denying that despite his longing, the mess from the fight and the chaos they’d just endured couldn’t be ignored. He couldn’t touch her the way he wanted to—filthy as he was.

Mira’s expression shifted, a small pout forming on her lips as her body reluctantly pulled away from him. Her eyes were filled with an almost childlike disappointment, the kind that could melt any resistance. Zamian chuckled softly at the sight, his fingers lightly pinching her cheek in a rare moment of tenderness. Her disappointed frown deepened for a split second before a soft laugh escaped her lips. It was the kind of laugh that made Zamian’s heart race with affection.

With that, he stood and made his way to the bathroom, each step deliberate, as if to tell her without words that he’d return soon. Mira, left standing in the room, stood still for a moment, her gaze lingering on the spot where he’d stood just seconds before. Her mind wandered to the simple pleasure of being close to him, of feeling his warmth and presence, and yet, she couldn’t ignore the weight of the exhaustion creeping over her. The time she’d spent rushing between tasks, keeping up with everything from work to personal matters, had stolen away the moments she used to savor.

She crossed the room, making her way to the bed as she absentmindedly scrolled through social media, her fingers flicking over the screen. As much as she wanted to be immersed in this time of peace, a part of her knew that it had been too long since she had truly allowed herself to unwind. The days had blurred together, filled with tasks and responsibilities. She glanced at the time on her phone, sighing softly. Maybe it was the years of juggling too many things that had made her forget how to truly relax. Yet, somehow, being with Zamian brought that feeling back—the simple joy of existing without worry. She was thankful for that.

A slight weight pressed down on her, and she set her phone aside. The room had grown quiet, too quiet for her usual restless thoughts. She felt a pull toward the bed, the softness of the sheets inviting her. But before she could lie down, the bathroom door creaked open, and Zamian emerged, the sight of him in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist sending a jolt of heat through her body.

Mira’s eyes followed the line of his body, her gaze lingering on his chest before dipping lower, tracing the visible lines of muscle. The sight of him never failed to take her breath away. He was perfection personified. His tall, broad frame, the way his body moved with an easy grace that only added to his attractiveness—it was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

Zamian, noticing her gaze, smirked, a slow, seductive smile curving his lips as he made his way toward her. "Enjoying what you’re seeing, my lovely wife?" His voice was teasing, low and full of promise.

Mira, unable to tear her gaze away from him, nodded, her voice playful but filled with admiration. "Of course, my husband, I am."

Her words made Zamian pause, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his features before he masked it with his signature grin. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold, yet again, Mira surprised him with her daring, her unpredictability. She never failed to catch him off guard in the most delightful ways, and he couldn’t help but appreciate it. She was exactly the kind of woman who kept him on his toes, and he liked it more than he cared to admit.

Before Mira could settle back into the bed, Zamian moved toward the wardrobe, his stride confident and purposeful. After slipping into a pair of pajama pants, he didn’t bother with a shirt. His body was a work of art, and it seemed almost a crime to cover it up. He made his way to the bed, a sense of quiet determination in his movements.

Mira, watching him, felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips as she stretched, her body arching in a graceful movement that invited him closer. She opened her arms, a silent invitation, a challenge. His eyes met hers with a glimmer of mischief, and without a word, he climbed onto the bed, pulling her into a tight embrace, his hands firm and unyielding.

Mira’s hands, almost instinctively, began to trace the contours of his chest, her fingers brushing over the hard planes of muscle that rippled beneath her touch. She marveled at the feel of him beneath her fingertips, the warmth radiating from his body in waves.

"So sexy," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur as her eyes drank in the sight of him, her gaze lingering on the sculpted beauty of his body.

Zamian’s lips curled into a small smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of longing. He pulled her closer, his other hand slipping to the back of her neck, holding her firmly as he deepened the kiss.

Mira moaned softly into the kiss, her hands exploring the solid muscles beneath her touch. She traced down his chest, her fingers lingering on the firm ridges of his abs. Every inch of his body was perfection, and she couldn’t resist running her hands over every detail. "So sexy," she whispered again, her voice breathless, filled with desire.

Zamian’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile, but he didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he deepened it, pulling her even closer. His hands slid from her back to her neck, holding her firmly as he groaned softly into the kiss, the sound vibrating through his chest.

Mira’s breath quickened as her hands continued to explore lower, each movement slow and deliberate. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingers, each beat faster and more intense as the tension between them built. Her fingers traced the hard planes of his abdomen, her touch light and teasing as she moved lower, feeling the firm heat of him beneath her touch.

Her breath caught in her throat when her fingers brushed against him, and she froze, the heat of his body sending a wave of desire rushing through her. Slowly, cautiously, her hand ventured further, and the rigid firmness beneath her touch made her pulse race. Zamian growled low, the sound rumbling in his chest, his grip tightening on her as he guided her hand with a gentle, yet firm, pressure.

"Mira..." His voice was strained, his breath ragged with need. "Move faster, my love," he urged, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Mira’s heart fluttered at his command, the intensity of his desire spurring her on. With a steady breath, she followed his guidance, her hand moving in a rhythm that was slow at first, teasing, building the tension between them. Every movement was deliberate, each stroke pushing them both toward the edge.

Zamian’s groan grew deeper, his grip on her tightening as he guided her, encouraging her to move faster, to follow the rhythm they were creating together. His hands cradled her face, pulling her into a kiss that was desperate, filled with all the hunger and longing that had been building between them.

Mira’s breath became shallow, her body pressing closer to his as she kissed him passionately. She could feel the heat between them intensifying, the tension in the room almost unbearable. Her hands moved more quickly, the rhythm steady, building with each passing second.

Zamian groaned again, pulling her closer, his fingers threading through her hair. "You drive me wild, Mira," he murmured against her lips. "Every inch of you is perfection"

"Almost there, love," he murmured, his breath ragged, just as he was about to reach his peak, his moment of bliss. But Mira, with a playful glint in her eyes, stopped, a slow smile curling on her lips.

"That’s for making me worry," she teased, her voice dripping with mischievous satisfaction.