CHAPTER 280: CHAPTER 280: INTO YOU, INTO US, CLAIMED FOREVER

~Evric’s POV~

In seconds, I stripped him bare, both of us naked, my eyes drinking in the view. My hands were shaking, and the sight of him, my fiancé, my love, my Zayn was the most intoxicating, beautiful view I had ever missed.

Then I sank into him, closing the distance that had felt like an abyss. My hands, less steady than I wished, began a careful, deliberate exploration, tracing the sensitive landscape of his body. My kiss, initially gentle, deepened instantly, a fierce, hungry possession. Our mouths met, a desperate tangle of tongues, a mingling of breath and flavor that was purely us.

Zayn clung to me, one arm tight around my back. The other slipped between our bodies, finding and cupping my cock. He stroked me, skin on skin, his own desire mirroring mine. And then I heard it—the low, guttural sound I’d longed for: his moan. It was muffled against my mouth, a whispered approval, "Mmm, yes, baby..."

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, absorbing the moment deep into his soul. I leaned in, my voice rough with emotion, and whispered against his ear, "Baby, tell me how much you missed me..."

Zayn’s eyes fluttered open. He offered a slight nod, the single sentence he managed heavy with meaning: "I can’t explain with words."

With his affirmation fueling me—that simple, powerful, "sentence"—I moved my hips, pressing our bodies flush. The heat was immediate, the friction between us a desperate conversation we’d waited months to have. Skin on skin, chest against chest, the hard, yearning press of cock against cock was the only language we needed right now.

I took my time, determined to leave no part of him unworshipped. My lips and tongue traveled a slow, agonizing path, down his neck, across his chest, over his stomach, all the way to his feet. I aroused every inch of him until his patience finally snapped.

"Baby, please," he begged, his voice husky and strained, "can you just put it inside me already?"

I gave him a knowing smile, enjoying his impatience. "I’m truly exhausted," I admitted, my eyes locking with his. "I want to sleep. But we are absolutely not skipping this part. It’s important, you know."

He nodded, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "Okay."

I drew out the moment, my thumb gently stroking the sensitive tip of his cock.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut.

Moving back up, my mouth found his again, stealing his breath as I gently guided his legs open. I shifted my attention to one of his nipples, sucking him deep into my mouth.

"Fuck, yes," Zayn moaned. "Baby, please don’t stop."

My hand slid down, seeking the warmth between his legs, moving toward his delicate opening. I dipped a finger inside, and a sharp, involuntary groan escaped him.

"Baby," he gasped.

"Yes," I confirmed, my voice low.

The second finger followed, and Zayn’s moan shifted, sounding both painful and pleasurable. After months apart, the tightness was expected. I leaned in, whispering into his ear, "It will feel like this at first. Mmm, sorry, baby. I kiss his forehead."

He managed a slight nod, still adjusting. "It’s okay."

I began a slow, careful rhythm, thrusting my fingers gently inside, stroking slowly, deliberately.

"Uhh, baby, please..." he pleaded, his breath catching.

"Please what?" I asked, needing to hear the words, needing to know he was still with me.

He stared up at me, his eyes finally clearing, a beautiful, vulnerable smile gracing his lips. "Don’t stop, but be gentle."

"Okay, baby." I smiled back, prepared to give him exactly what he needed. His request, to be gentle but not to stop, was a perfect, vulnerable challenge.

But first, I wanted to push him further. I moved down, my gaze lingering on the hard, seeking length of him before I took him into my mouth. I swallowed him deep, relishing the way his cock filled my throat.

A deep, reverberating moan escaped him. "Fuck, yes... That feels like heaven."

I muffled a chuckle against his skin, a pleased smile pulling at my lips as I began to stroke him with my hand, finding a rhythm that was steady and insistent.

Zayn’s hips began to buck instinctively. "Oh, fuck yeah. Keep doing that, baby, just like that."

I combined my efforts—my mouth and my hand working in tandem, pushing him closer to the edge. The sound of his pleasure was my fuel. "Yeah, I want more, baby!" he gasped. I increased the pressure, adding a slick layer of saliva to his cock, stroking harder and faster until I felt the first tremors run through him.

He was shaking now. "Babe, I’m going to cum!"

I pulled back just enough to speak, a demanding whisper. "No, not yet."

He groaned loudly, a sound bordering on desperation. "Baby, I can’t hold it any longer! I can’t take this, I’m going to cum!"

I decided to grant him his release, but on my terms. "Okay, baby. Cum for me."

His cries became sharper: "Ahh! Yes! Yes! Ohh!"

My stroking became stronger, faster. I could feel his moment approaching. He grabbed my head, a frantic, primal instinct, moving it to guide himself toward his release.

His groan was a sharp, drawn-out plea. "Ahhhh... can’t hold...!"

"Don’t hold back," I commanded softly.

With one final, hard, blurring stroke, Zayn let go with a loud, beautiful sound: "Nnnngh! I’m cumming!"

He tried instinctively to push my head away, wanting to pull out before he finished. But I was quicker. I caught his hands, pinning his wrists to the bedsheets. My eyes held his, a silent, firm demand. "Cum inside my mouth," I told him.

Zayn bucked, thrusting hard and deep into my mouth. His cum was a hot, sudden flood, and I swallowed every burning drop.

The moment he collapsed back onto the mattress, panting and breathing hard, I didn’t let the fire die. I turned him immediately, reaching for the bottle of lubricant. I poured a generous amount over my cock, then slicked his entrance until it glistened.

With that, I aligned our bodies, and slowly, deliberately, I slid inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, the deep, satisfying connection I’d missed so fiercely.

A ragged sigh of pleasure escaped Zayn. "Uhhh. Oh, yeah. Spread it gently."

That was my cue. I pushed deeper, slowly, feeling the satisfying, complete connection that had been missing for so long.

"Yes, daddy, just like that," Zayn moaned.

Hearing him call me that—that simple, possessive endearment during a moment of profound intimacy—literally brought tears to my eyes. God, I had missed the sound of him calling me Daddy while we made love.

"Fuck me, daddy, please," he urged.

I watched the pounding of my hips against his back. I could tell he was fighting a powerful mix of pleasure and lingering pain. For my sake, he was trying to hide the discomfort and let only the joy show. I was being gentle, deliberately holding back the roughness I usually crave, knowing the morning still held time for that.

But the need was an urgent, burning thing. I didn’t want to linger endlessly; I wanted to release, to be finished and collapse next to him, but I couldn’t bear to hurt him.

"Baby," I whispered, resting my head near his shoulder.

"Yes," he answered softly.

"Can you give me ten to fifteen minutes? Just enough time to go faster and release, so we can rest?"

Zayn didn’t hesitate. He nodded. "Yes, baby. Anything for you."

Heart soaring, I brought his hands back to grip my waist, spreading his legs wider for better leverage. From behind, I thrust deeper, and this time, the moan that escaped him was raw, sharp, and far from pleasure.

"Aaaahhhhhh... nnnoooo..."

He cut it off instantly, covering his mouth with a frantic hand, hoping I wouldn’t notice. But I had. My eyes widened, and a surge of worry flooded me. That was pain, not pleasure. I immediately tried to withdraw from him.

Realizing I knew, he gripped my hip, stopping me. "I’m sorry," he mumbled quickly.

"No, baby, I understand," I insisted, easing back slightly.

"It will get better," he promised, his voice earnest. "It’s just because it’s been a while."

"I understand, baby. I can stop. We can continue tomorrow morning," I offered, willing to sacrifice my own need for his comfort.

He shook his head firmly. "I can take it. Just be gentle." Then he added the words that sealed my resolve: "Please, baby, don’t stop. I need you."

Hearing that, I couldn’t pull away. I kissed the curve of his shoulder and began to move again, slow and agonizingly gentle.

A soft sigh of relief escaped him. "Yes, baby."

I pushed my mouth against his ear, letting out my own low groan. "Fuck, Zayn."

He was finding his rhythm, moving his hips back against mine, encouraging me. "Yes, just like that, baby, keep going," I urged.

I thrust into him, the connection deepening with every slow, deliberate stroke, until I was finally beginning to climb toward the edge. I couldn’t help but moan, the pleasure finally eclipsing the concern.

"Yes fuck, my love, fuck... yes... baby, I’m going to cum inside you."

"Yes, please, cum inside me," Zayn pleaded. I reached down, stroking his cock to ensure he wouldn’t be left behind.

He tightened his hold on my waist, and together, we accelerated, moving with a desperate, unified pace until we both shattered.

My own release was a loud, ragged sound. "Fuck! Ahhh! Oh god... I love it!"

I slumped against his back, kissing his shoulder, and whispering, "Thank you, baby. I love you, Zayn."

"I love you more, Evric," he replied, his voice breathless.

Immediately, a heavy exhaustion claimed me. I hadn’t pulled out. He shifted, and I held him close, unable to distance myself from him. "I’m already tired," I mumbled into his ear. "I want to sleep. Leave my cock inside you." I held him tighter, my arms wrapped securely around his waist.

"Okay, baby." He said.

Then, I felt Zayn pull the duvet cover up, tucking us both in, my cock still buried deep inside him, just as I drifted into a deeply satisfied sleep.