CHAPTER 219: CHAPTER 219:THE INTIMACY AND DREAM THAT SHOOK ME

~Zayn’s POV~

The words hung in the air, heavy and unwanted. Evric immediately pulled my shoulders back to see my face clearly. His eyes were wide with shock.

"No," he answered, the single word firm and unquestionable.

I wanted to speak, but he was faster. "No, Zayn. Whatever you are thinking in your head, no, it’s not going to happen."

"Evric," I called his name, trying to reason with him. "You haven’t heard me out."

"I don’t want to hear you," Evric insisted. "Because my answer to your question is no."

I wanted to speak again, but Evric was quicker still. He kissed me, silencing my protest. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine and pleaded, "Please, baby, no. We are not staying separately again."

I managed a slight, teasing smile. "We aren’t even married yet, why do we have to stay together?"

Evric’s serious expression softened, replaced by a sudden, fierce look of determination. "I am ready. I’m ready to get married, Zayn. I could go and meet your mom tomorrow and ask her what I need to do to make you officially mine."

I laughed, the fear momentarily eclipsed by the surprise and warmth. "Do you really want to marry me?"

He looked at me with an air of disbelief. "Are you seriously asking me that question? Yes, I want to marry you. I will marry you, Zayn, and you will become mine alone forever."

I smiled, pulling him closer. "I’m already yours, Evric."

"So please, baby, stop thinking of living separately from me," he said, his tone softening into a plea. "I do not like it. Okay?"

I nodded, the anxiety fading. "Okay, baby."

We kissed again, a slow, deep kiss of reconciliation. As we separated, I felt something hard and insistent pressing against my thigh.

I grinned, teasing him. "Babe, what is that? What is that touching me?"

"Baby, you woke me already," Evric groaned, his eyes glazed with desire.

"I didn’t come downstairs for this," I whispered, making a move to slide off his lap and run, but Evric grabbed my waist, holding me fast.

"Baby, finish what you started," he said, his voice husky and desperate, like a petulant child.

I kissed him, unable to resist that look. I gently lifted my butt and pulled his erection free from his shorts. I took his cock in my hand, looking down at the magnificent length.

"I can’t believe all this," I muttered, shaking my head with wonder. "It really does enter me."

Evric moaned deeply as I began to stroke him. "Yes, baby. It’s all yours. It all goes deep inside you, honey."

I increased my pace, using my thumb to circle the head of his cock. The smooth, hot skin against my palm was a beautiful contrast to the deep, resonant sounds he was making.

"Ah... Zayn," he gasped, leaning his head back. "Faster, please. Yes, baby."

I obliged, watching his hips twitch as his breathing grew ragged. The sound of wet friction filled the quiet study, making the intimate moment feel stolen and electric.

Then, Evric pulled his cock free from my grip. Before I could protest, he reached down and expertly unzipped my own briefs, freeing my stiff erection.

He didn’t just stop there. He took both of our aching, hard cocks in one hand, mine resting perfectly beside his. Evric looked down at the twin hardnesses, his eyes dark with desire, and coated the heads of both with a generous, slick amount of spit, his breath hot against our cock.

The sheer intimacy and raw power of the gesture made me moan, a low, guttural sound of pure heat. "Evric! FUCK... please."

He started stroking, using his long fingers to milk us both simultaneously. The friction was incredible, hot, and wet. We both began to sweat, the air conditioning useless against the fever building between us.

"God, yes," Evric whispered, his eyes dark and glazed over as he watched his hand work. "Look at me, baby. You belong to me. We are perfect together."

We were a mess of urgency and desire. The shared rhythm, the sound of our skin slapping wetly against his hand, the synchronized gasps, it all built into a single, overwhelming wave.

Evric suddenly unbuttoned my shirt and gently put his mouth on my nipple. The unexpected sensation shot straight to my core. "Babe, I’m close... I-I can’t take it," I moaned loudly, not worried about being overheard.

"Let it out, baby," Evric commanded, his voice muffled against my chest. "Let me see you cum on my cock."

The intense pressure broke me. "Ah-ah-ah, daddy!" I cried out, my back arching, my vision blurring as I was slammed over the edge. My cum filled his hand, hot and massive, and my hips jacked wildly. Evric put his free hand on my butt, squeezed, and delivered a hot spank which made me moan, "Ahh, Daddy!" —the sound he needed to release his own.

Evric was right on the brink. "Baby, I’m gonna cum!" he gasped. I held his hair, pulling him closer. "FUCK!" he moaned, stroking faster, jacking his hips so his cock kept meeting mine in his hand. I brought my mouth close to his ear. "Yes, Daddy, just like that, keep going, fuck me..." I pulled his hair, demanding his attention.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Finally, he moved closer to my neck, the sweetness of his impending release making him bite and suck my skin. I moaned loud with the sound, and then he groaned one final, long, ragged sound—"ZAYN!"—his entire body tensing as he surged in his hand, flooding the juncture where our cocks met with a thick, hot release.

As Evric climaxed, he groaned, spilling and jacking his hip. His eyes were squeezed shut, just letting his cum fill the top of my cock, which made me moan, "Ahh, Ahh, ohhh, I love it..." He was breathing so hard until he finally opened his eyes, immediately kissing me. "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you more," I whispered back.

He collapsed back against the chair cushions. He took a nearby tissue, gently cleaning us up while still breathing heavily. Our skin glistened under the lamplight. The silent threat and the fear of the outside world were, for this one perfect moment, completely annihilated.

After the clean-up, he pulled me closer. We both slipped into our trousers, and he just held me close for a while, the silence peaceful.

"Will you go upstairs and sleep?" he finally asked. "I still need to work."

"No," I said, already sliding off his lap. "I’ll stay with you."

I settled onto the couch, resting my head against Evric’s thigh. He kissed my hair and started typing again. "I’ll work now," he murmured.

"Okay, baby," I replied, and quickly drifted off.

My sleep was not peaceful. I was trapped in a cold, stark dream.

I was standing in a strange, empty room. Evric was there, but he was distant. He was with someone else, someone I couldn’t clearly see, their face always obscured by a blinding glare or a sudden shadow. I knew, with that horrible certainty of dreams, that Evric had cheated on me, that he was intimate with this unseen person.

The pain was agonizing, but the worst part was Evric’s reaction when I confronted him. He didn’t gasp, he didn’t apologize, and he didn’t look guilty. He simply looked tired.

"If you want to break up with me because of this, then you’re free," he said, his voice flat.

I tried to scream, Why? but the words caught in my throat.

"I didn’t cheat, Zayn," he corrected me, still emotionless. "I didn’t cheat. I just love this person more than I love you."

The statement was a spear through my heart, delivered with the casual indifference of someone discussing the weather. I fell to my knees, the world spinning in silent agony.

I gasped violently, jolting awake.

My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw was Evric’s face, staring down at me, his fingers still resting on the keys of his laptop. He had paused his work the moment I gasped.

My breathing was heavy and ragged, my body covered in a fine sheen of sweat despite the cold air in the room. The fear from the dream, the fear of replacement, of abandonment, of being deemed unworthy still clung to me. My eyes were wide and frantic.

"Babe? Zayn, what is it?" Evric asked, reaching out to touch my cheek. "You were breathing so hard. You look terrified."

I just stared at him, unable to speak, the cold, stark images of the dream still replacing reality. That was the first dream I had ever had that truly scared me.