CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 189: SHAMELESS FOR YOU

~Zayn’s POV~

Evric reached down, taking both our cock in his grip—mine, slick with need, and his, massive and throbbing. He began to stroke us together, matching his rhythm to the heat building rapidly between my legs. "Ah! Faster, daddy! Oh. I cried out, my voice thick with lust. God, that feels so good!"

He pulled my hips forward, guiding the hard ridge of his cock to grind heavily against the tip of mine. It was a friction that demanded immediate release. We began to rock against each other, a rhythmic grinding and frotting movement born of pure, desperate desire.

"You feel that, baby? That’s all mine," he growled into my ear, his voice rough with effort and lust. "We belong together, sweetheart. Fuck! Let it go for me!"

The friction was overwhelming, the intensity escalating with every frantic, slick slide of our bodies against one another. Our moans became one continuous, desperate sound, building toward an inevitable peak.

"I’m close! Oh-h-h! F-FUCK!" I screamed, throwing my head back.

The immediate aftermath of my release was chaos. My body shuddered, throwing my head back against the cushions as my climax spilled hot and heavy over the slick skin of his chest and the throbbing length of his cock. My whole frame shook, completely spent.

Evric kissed me instantly a deep, restorative kiss, but as I caught my breath, I felt the rigid, insistent press of his erection against my stomach. He hadn’t released.

"Babe, you haven’t," I gasped, pulling back slightly. "You haven’t cum yet."

He kissed my neck, breathing heavily. "Guess I’ll leave it like that for tonight," he murmured, trying to sound dismissive. "I’m good."

"No," I insisted, instantly worried. "It’s not good for your health." I shifted my weight. "Hit my back. You can release there."

He stopped me instantly, holding my hips steady. "I won’t. I told you, I’m not going to hurt you more. Your bottom is sore," he said, his concern overriding his need.

After a final, futile protest, a deeper, more immediate desire took over. I looked at him, my need to please him overwhelming any remaining shyness. "Then use my mouth instead."

He hesitated, his eyes wide and dark, but the raw need was too strong to conceal. "Babe, I..."

"Use it," I commanded gently.

I slid off his lap and sank to my knees before him, rendering myself completely available. The moment my mouth closed around his magnificent hardness, a deep, visceral groan tore from his chest. "Oh, God, baby... yes."

I worked him slowly, deliberately, using my hands to guide the pace and my tongue to drive him mad. Evric leaned back against the sofa, his eyes squeezed shut, his large hands gripping my hair, guiding my head. The sounds he made were primal a mixture of desperate pleas and pure, filthy satisfaction.

"You’re enough for me... so fucking good for me," he grunted, his hips beginning to thrust into my face with increasing urgency. "Take all of me, please... Mmmph! Swallow it down, you perfect my pride."

The pace accelerated. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, but the need was too great. I felt the powerful, inevitable rush of his climax beginning. His hands tightened in my hair, pulling me deep onto him as he roared my name.

"Zayn! Oh, FUCK! I’M CUMMING! Don’t stop! God, yes!"

With a final, shuddering spasm, he released fully into my mouth, his grip weak, his body collapsing back onto the sofa cushions, spent and shuddering. The profound intensity of his release left him momentarily paralyzed.

I swallowed, tasting the satisfying tang of his victory. I looked up at him, wiping my mouth slowly.

Evric looked down, his eyes dazed but filled with a powerful, raw emotion. "I love you, Zayn" he whispered, pulling me up into a shaky embrace. "Thank you, baby. Thank you."

"I love you too, Evric," I replied, my voice husky with deep contentment.

He sealed the sentiment with a soft kiss, and we remained tangled together on the couch, savoring the aftermath of our intense reconciliation.

Then, the sudden buzz of his phone broke the intimate silence. Evric frowned slightly as he checked the screen. He had received an urgent message: a client needed to meet him very early tomorrow morning, as they were flying out before 8 a.m.

Evric turned to me, his expression shifting to one of pragmatic efficiency. "Babe, we have to go back to my place tonight," he explained. "I have a client I need to meet early tomorrow, and my house is much closer to the location."

I sighed contentedly, too spent to argue, or frankly, even move. "Okay, baby, but you are doing the packing and all," I stipulated. "I’ll only manage to put my clothes on. I’m too tired to lift a finger for anything else."

He grinned, kissing my forehead. "Done, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll just grab the important things."

A few minutes later, we were both dressed and ready. We slid into his car, and Evric drove off, heading toward his mansion.

The long day, the emotional warfare, the dramatic confrontation, and the ultimate, intense passion, had completely drained me. I rested my head against the passenger window, trying to drift off to sleep. Evric, however, was in a buoyant mood. He turned up the music and began happily singing along, completely off-key.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the joyful sound. He noticed my reaction and, instead of stopping, he kept singing with the same carefree enthusiasm.

"Babe, as long as I’m making you happy," he declared, his voice booming over the stereo, "I don’t mind being off-key. I’m completely shameless for you."

I played along, still chuckling. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re doing well."

Evric snorted gently. "That’s a lie, but a pretty one, so thank you, baby."

I simply smiled, resting my head against the seat. I let the music and his happy presence wash over me. It wasn’t long before we reached his estate.

As we approached the gate, Evric slowed the car. His brow furrowed as he spotted a familiar car parked directly in front of his entrance. A moment later, the driver’s side door opened, and Vanya stepped out.

"What is Vanya doing here so late?" Evric muttered, still focused on his driving.

Then the passenger door opened. A second figure emerged, and Evric stiffened. "Wait, is that Nuala? What is Vanya doing with Nuala?" he whispered, turning to me for answers I didn’t have.

My eyes found the pair just as they met in the space between the cars. I didn’t speak. I simply tapped Evric’s arm sharply and pointed.

Evric looked.

Vanya reached out, pulled Nuala close, and kissed her with a long, undeniable kiss right on the lips.