Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 155: Breathless

Chapter 155: Breathless

Zamian’s voice was a low, teasing murmur, barely above a whisper. "My wife is truly learning how to tease me," he said, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of Mira’s neck. The feeling of his breath against her skin sent a wave of shivers through her body, stirring something deep within her. His words, though playful, carried a possessive undertone that sent a flicker of excitement through her. Slowly, he began to trail his kisses downward, each one purposeful and tender, like a worshipful reverence, as though savoring every moment of the intimacy they were sharing.

Mira could feel her breath hitch in her chest, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation. She turned slowly in his arms, her heart pounding in her ears as she felt his hands brush against her shoulders. His touch was light but confident, each movement calculated with an underlying promise of what was to come. His fingers moved deftly, unfastening the delicate straps of her gown. Each gentle tug on the fabric was slow, deliberate, and agonizing, drawing out the tension between them. Mira’s body instinctively leaned into him, her skin yearning for the warmth of his touch.

The gown, now undone, slipped down her shoulders with a soft whisper, pooling at her feet in a cascade of royal blue silk. The sight of her bare skin was enough to make Zamian’s gaze darken, the hunger in his eyes barely contained. His eyes roamed over her body, tracing every curve, committing her to memory as though it was the last time he would see her this way. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but his restraint was palpable. His hands lingered at her waist, as though savoring the moment before proceeding further, as if he wanted to remember every detail of this moment before their next step.

He began to kiss her again, his lips capturing hers in a slow, lingering kiss. But this time, his kisses grew bolder, more insistent. He pressed his lips against her neck, sucking lightly, leaving faint marks of his possession as he took his time, exploring her skin with a growing urgency. His hands, now more confident, moved with the same deliberate pace, gliding over her curves as if memorizing every inch of her. When his fingers found the clasp of her bra, he paused, his eyes locking with hers. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, an unspoken promise hanging in the air before he unhooked it with ease, his touch gentle yet commanding.

The fabric of her nightwear slipped away, leaving her exposed to him. The silk pooled at her feet, forgotten in the heat of the moment, as Zamian’s hands moved with reverence, cradling her bare breasts. His thumbs grazed over her sensitive peaks, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Mira’s breath hitched, her back arching instinctively into his touch, as though her body was asking for more.

"Ahhhh, Za... Zamian... more..." she moaned, her voice a soft melody, sweet and breathless, the sound spurring him on even more.

His mouth descended, capturing one nipple with his lips as his tongue swirled around it, teasing and tasting her with an intensity that made her head spin. His other hand gently kneaded the soft flesh of her other breast, each motion drawing louder, breathless moans from Mira. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the tension building between them like a fire that threatened to consume them both.

"Nngggh..." she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as his hands slid down her body, caressing her waist before moving further still. In one smooth, fluid motion, Zamian scooped her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all. He carried her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, a look of possessive adoration in his gaze. He laid her down gently, his fingers brushing against her cheek, as he took in the sight of her.

Her golden hair spilled over the pillows, framing her face like a halo, her milky skin glowing softly in the dim light. The royal blue panties she still wore only added to her allure, the color a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. Zamian’s chest rose and fell heavily as he slipped out of his shirt, followed by his pants. His muscular frame, broad and powerful, was a sight to behold, each movement calculated and filled with raw strength.

Mira’s cheeks flushed as her eyes flickered downward, her breath catching in her throat. His arousal was evident through his boxers, and her heart raced in response. When he pulled them off, the sharp intake of her breath could not be contained. His sculpted abs and broad chest were mesmerizing, but it was the proud, throbbing length of him that made her bite her lip, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

"Eyes on me, Mira," he said, his voice thick with desire, sending a shiver down her spine. His words were both a command and a plea, urging her to focus on him, to drown out everything else but the moment they were sharing.

Zamian knelt at the edge of the bed, his hands sliding up her thighs, his fingers hooking around the waistband of her panties. He pressed a kiss to her lower abdomen, his lips tantalizingly close to her heat, making Mira tremble beneath him. She instinctively lifted her hips in response, her body betraying her desire for him.

"You’re already so wet," he murmured, his voice low and filled with approval as he slowly tore the thin fabric away, the sound of it ripping filling the air. His words only served to fuel her desire, the heat between them growing almost unbearable.

Mira gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as Zamian’s lips found her center. He kissed her gently at first, savoring her taste, but it didn’t take long for his hunger to take over. His tongue delved deeper, stroking and teasing her with an intensity that had her moaning his name, the sound almost a plea for more.

"Zamian... oh... please..." she whimpered, her voice breaking as he latched onto her sensitive bud, sucking with deliberate care, his movements steady and filled with purpose. She could feel the pressure building, her body trembling beneath his touch as her hands fisted the sheets, clinging to something—anything—solid as the world around her began to spin.

Her legs trembled as his fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside her with ease, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. The combination of his tongue and fingers was overwhelming, each stroke sending her spiraling closer to the edge, closer to the release she so desperately needed.

"Don’t hold back," he commanded softly, his voice dripping with authority, sending a rush of heat through her. "Let me hear you."

Mira’s cries grew louder, her body quivering as the waves of pleasure built within her. She couldn’t stop herself, her body betraying her, her senses overloaded by the onslaught of sensations. When Zamian finally pulled away, she was left trembling, her body aching for release, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Zamian positioned himself over her, his large hands framing her face as he kissed her deeply, their bodies aligning perfectly. The heat between them was almost unbearable, but the slow, steady rhythm of their connection was what drew the most anticipation. With one fluid motion, he pressed into her, filling her completely, a slow, deliberate thrust that left them both breathless.

Mira’s nails dug into his back, the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips grounding her as a soft cry escaped her lips. "Ahhhh... Zamian..." The intensity of the moment, the connection between them, was almost overwhelming. She felt as though she could drown in him, in the heat and passion they shared.

He paused, letting her adjust, his forehead resting against hers as he allowed the moment to settle, to savor the intimacy of the connection they had. Then, with a deep groan, he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, his body speaking a language of possession and devotion that left Mira breathless with each movement.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the rhythm intensifying as Zamian’s control began to slip. He drove into her harder, his pace quickening, their moans mingling in the air as they climbed higher and higher, the connection between them growing ever more intense. The sensation was electric, a chaotic blend of passion and desire that burned through them both, urging them to surrender completely to the heat of the moment. Each movement, each breath they took seemed to drive them closer to the edge, a culmination that was inevitable, yet they clung to the slow burn of it, unwilling to rush.

Zamian’s hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as his body responded to the need coursing through him. Mira’s nails scraped lightly down his back, pulling him even closer as the waves of pleasure began to overtake them both. Their connection was primal, raw, and real, and as the tension in the room reached its peak, their bodies moved as one, the sound of skin on skin a rhythmic symphony of their passion.

Finally, with a deep growl, he released himself into her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his lips pressing gently against her temple as they both struggled to catch their breath. The room was filled with the sounds of their panting, the air thick with the aftermath of their shared passion.

Mira lay beneath him, her fingers threading gently through his hair, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips as she traced the lines of his jaw with her fingertips. Her chest rose and fell in the same rhythm as his, as they both sought to steady their breathing. In the quiet aftermath, with the weight of the moment hanging between them, Zamian whispered, his voice low and possessive, "You’re mine, Mira. Always."

She smiled softly, her golden eyes meeting his, the warmth of her gaze melting into the intense, consuming heat of the moment. "Always," she whispered back, her voice barely a breath as her fingers continued to trace his skin, reaffirming the bond between them.

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