Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 140: Bound by desires

Chapter 140: Bound by desires

Zamian’s pupils dilated as he stared at his wife. Mira had unknowingly tortured him in the most sensual way, and it was driving him mad. Every subtle movement she made, every accidental brush of her skin against his, ignited a fire within him that he struggled to control. She had no idea of the hold she had over him, no clue of the power her innocent actions wielded, and it made her allure all the more intoxicating.

He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her how utterly undone she made him, but the words caught in his throat as she resumed her movements, her pace quickening with a boldness that took him by surprise.

A guttural groan tore from his lips, deep and raw, as Mira’s ministrations grew more purposeful, her rhythm steady and confident. His pleasure intensified with each deliberate motion, his body instinctively responding to her touch. Zamian’s breathing grew ragged, his composure slipping away as the tension within him built, coiling tighter with every passing moment.

"Mira," he moaned, her name escaping his lips like a prayer, laden with a mix of surprise and desire. Her actions, though seemingly innocent, were driving him to the edge. The duality of her—soft and shy yet utterly capable of reducing him to this state—left him both amazed and hopelessly captivated.

The world around him blurred as the sensations overtook him. His body stiffened, every muscle taut as he reached his peak. His release washed over him in waves, leaving him breathless, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to regain control.

For a brief moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of their breathing. The intensity of the moment hung between them like a tangible force, electric and unrelenting. Zamian’s gaze locked onto Mira’s, his eyes dark and hungry, filled with a desire that had only just begun to be satisfied.

A slow, mischievous smirk spread across his lips as he leaned forward, his strong arms reaching out to pull her closer.

"You’ve been very naughty, my love," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, a dangerous edge lacing his tone.

Before Mira could respond, he acted swiftly, flipping her onto the bed with a fluidity that spoke of his strength and control. Her soft gasp of surprise only fueled his amusement. He hovered above her, his body close but careful not to press his full weight against her. His lips curled into a grin as his fingers toyed with the thin fabric of her singlet pajamas.

"This is cute," he murmured, his tone light but filled with intent. "But..."

With a quick, effortless motion, he tore the delicate fabric, the sound of the rip filling the air. He tossed the ruined material aside, his gaze trailing over her newly exposed body. Mira’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the weight of his stare.

The way his eyes roamed over her, dark and full of hunger, made her tremble. She felt her arousal pooling, her body reacting to the intensity of his attention alone. It was as though he was memorizing every curve, every inch of her, committing her to memory in the most intimate of ways.

Zamian wasted no time. His lips descended on her skin, finding one of her breasts with an eagerness that made Mira moan. His mouth worked skillfully, alternating between soft kisses and teasing bites, while his hand moved to her other breast, giving it equal attention.

Mira’s moans filled the room, unrestrained and raw. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her as she arched into his touch, her body desperate for more. His mouth was relentless, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin in a way that sent shivers coursing through her.

As his lips continued their assault, his hand began to travel lower, trailing down her body with deliberate slowness. His fingers reached the waistband of her panties, pausing there as if to tease her further. Mira’s breath hitched, anticipation building to an unbearable peak.

When his hand slipped inside, she gasped, her body reacting instinctively to his touch. His fingers brushed against her slick folds, moving with a torturous precision that left her trembling. Mira instinctively parted her legs, her hips lifting to meet his hand, silently begging him for more.

"You’re so perfect," Zamian whispered, his voice filled with reverence as his fingers explored her. His touch was slow and deliberate, as though he was savoring every second, every reaction.

"Zamian," Mira gasped, her voice hoarse with need. "Don’t tease me... I want you to touch me."

Her plea sent a wave of satisfaction through him, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. "My wife teased me first," he replied smoothly, his tone laced with playful reproach. "Now it’s my turn."

"No... I didn’t—ahhh!" Mira’s protest was cut short as his fingers slipped inside her, the sudden intrusion making her cry out in pleasure. Her hips bucked against his hand, her body moving instinctively to match his rhythm.

Zamian’s grin widened at her reaction, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. "So daring," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

He leaned down, his free hand making quick work of the remaining fabric that covered her. With a single, decisive motion, he ripped her panties away, leaving her completely bare beneath him. Mira shivered, her body trembling under the weight of his gaze.

"You’re stunning," he murmured, his tone softer now, though no less intense.

Before she could respond, his lips began their descent, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach, each one sending sparks of heat through her. He settled between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady.

When his mouth finally found her most sensitive spot, Mira cried out, her back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure overtook her. His tongue moved expertly, alternating between soft licks and firm pressure, each motion calculated to drive her wild.

"Ahhh... Zamian... oh, my," she moaned, her voice broken and breathy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as her hips pressed against his face.

Zamian growled low, the vibrations against her sensitive skin sending shivers through her body. He nipped at her clit gently, eliciting another sharp cry from Mira, before dipping his tongue into her core. The taste of her only spurred him on, his movements becoming more fervent as he sought to push her closer to the edge.

Mira’s cries grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as the tension within her coiled tighter and tighter. She ground her hips against his face, desperate for release, and Zamian met her intensity with equal passion, determined to see her fall apart.

"Zamian... don’t stop!" she begged, her voice trembling as her hips moved in rhythm with his.

He didn’t stop, his hands gripping her thighs firmly as he continued his assault. Mira’s moans reached a fever pitch, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release.

Finally, with a loud cry, she came undone, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Zamian held her steady, his lips and tongue continuing their ministrations until her body relaxed beneath him, her breathing ragged.

He pulled away slowly, a satisfied grin on his face as he wiped his lips, his gaze meeting hers. The sight of her—flushed, panting, and utterly undone—was almost enough to undo him again.

But he wasn’t finished yet.

Standing, Zamian pulled down his pants, revealing his arousal. Mira’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took him in.

The sight of him, thick and proud, sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, her body already reacting to the promise of what was to come.

Zamian leaned closer, his body pressing against hers as he rubbed himself against her in slow, deliberate circles. The anticipation was unbearable, and Mira’s patience, already worn thin, finally broke.

"I want you—no, I need you," she confessed, her voice trembling with raw desire.

Her words ignited something primal in him. Gently, yet with urgency, he parted her legs, positioning himself before sliding inside her in one smooth motion.

"Ahhh... nggggh... huuh," Mira moaned as he filled her completely, her body arching to meet his.

Zamian set a steady rhythm, his movements deliberate but growing faster as the sounds of their passion filled the room. His lips found her nipples once more, his mouth working her sensitive peaks as his hips drove into her with increasing intensity.

Mira’s moans grew louder, each sound spurring him on. He hugged her tightly, their bodies pressed impossibly close as their gazes locked. Time seemed to stand still as they moved together, perfectly in sync, their passion building to an intense crescendo.

Moments later, their climax hit, and Mira’s scream of pleasure echoed in the room, her body trembling in the aftermath. Zamian groaned deeply, his release coming in perfect sync with hers. The room seemed to hum with the intensity of their shared moment of euphoria, a union that was as much emotional as it was physical.

"My one and only impatient wife," Zamian teased, his voice breathless, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Mira, still catching her breath, pouted in response. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a softness that contrasted their heated passion. They lay there for a moment, holding each other close, their bodies pressed together as their breathing slowly steadied. The warmth of their embrace offered a sense of peace, a comforting silence enveloping them. Yet, despite the tranquility, a lingering concern tugged at the edges of Mira’s mind.

She finally broke the silence, her voice hesitant, softer now. "About Zac... about him..." She trailed off, her words uncertain, as if weighing the consequences of bringing it up.

Zamian’s brows furrowed slightly as he listened to her. He could sense the worry in her voice, the fear that bubbled beneath her words. Mira had always been protective, and this situation was no different. She didn’t want their child—their Zami—to become entangled in whatever mess was brewing. More than that, she didn’t want Zamian to get involved in something that could tarnish him. She feared the impact it would have on their life together, their peace, and their family.

Zamian’s expression softened as he reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. He could see how troubled she was, and it pulled at him. She was a fierce protector, even if it meant carrying the weight of her worries alone.

"You don’t have to worry," he said, his voice steady and calm, a reassurance that was both grounding and soothing. "He’s not dead."

Mira’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her chest as she stared at him, trying to process his words. There was an intensity in his gaze, a depth that told her there was more beneath the surface, but she needed to hear the rest.

"Not yet," Zamian finished, the dangerous edge in his tone unmistakable. The words carried a weight, a promise of something darker, and his gaze darkened, as if a storm was brewing just beneath the calm surface.