CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: BETWEEN LOVE AND SATISFACTION

I sat there for a while, still in shock from seeing Zayn shout at me, but I refused to let that moment tear us apart. Taking a steady breath, I got up and followed him downstairs.

When I reached the living room, he was slouched on the couch, head resting against the backrest, eyes closed as if trying to shut me out. Quietly, I stepped closer. From behind, I cupped his face in my hands and leaned down, pressing my lips softly against his.

"Get your hands off me, Evric," he muttered, pulling away abruptly.

He stood up and walked over to the dining table, sitting on one of the chairs with his back rigid. I sighed, hesitated for a moment, then followed him. Without asking, I slipped onto his lap, resting against him.

"Babe," I whispered, my voice low and careful. "Why are you so angry with me? You could just turn me down without getting upset. What did I do wrong?"

His gaze met mine briefly before he looked away. "You did nothing..." he said flatly.

I leaned closer, refusing to give up. "Then tell me, babe. If I was wrong somewhere, just tell me and I’ll apologize. You know I’d never see you as anything less. Keeping you here all day... It’s only because I wanted to be with you. Nothing else."

I kept persuading him, my tone soft, until finally, his voice broke the silence.

"You don’t care about me, do you?"

A small smile touched my lips. "I’d be crazy not to care about you. I love you, Zayn. I care about you."

He inhaled slowly, his voice softer now. "Then why do you have sex with me without caring about how I feel after?"

My eyes widened. "What do you mean, babe?"

"You sleep with me, and I was sore. I told you, but you didn’t ask how I felt afterward, you didn’t check on me. You just keep saying you love me, but you don’t care about my pain. Do you love me without caring for me?"

I sat there, stunned, watching his expression. He was so damn cute even while complaining, it made my chest ache. I smiled faintly. "I’m sorry."

"You love me, but you’re not being attentive," he continued, his words raw and honest. "Every little care matters, Evric especially in this part of what you love doing. You need to know how I feel after. You can’t just take without knowing how deep it goes."

"I understand," I whispered, touching his cheek gently. "I’m sorry. You’re right, every little detail matters, especially this. And for the record, it’s not just about what I love doing most. I should care about all of you."

He shook his head slightly. "If I don’t say this, you’ll still have sex with me tonight, tomorrow... without caring. Is that how you expect me to believe your love?"

I straightened, holding his face firmly. "Mr. Zayn Smith... I, Evric Draeven, promise you, starting now, I’ll be more loving, more caring. I’ll give you the detailed care you deserve, because you’re mine. I’ll never let you feel neglected again."

That was when his lips curved into a small smile. I chuckled softly. "Look at you. Turning twenty-six and acting like you’re ten."

His eyes narrowed playfully. "I’m still two years older than you, Evric. Show some respect."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Respect? I’m still your husband. You need to respect me more."

That made us both laugh, the tension finally easing. After a quiet moment, he exhaled and said, "Okay... I’m sorry for shouting at you earlier."

I smiled warmly. "I deserved it. So I understand."

He leaned in and kissed me, gentle and forgiving. Then he whispered, "Until I’m fully healed down there... no penetration."

I nodded immediately. "Okay, baby. But you know... I can still make you feel good without touching you."

"I could make you cum countless times without touching you," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "So next time, even if you don’t want penetration, just say it, I’ll still find my way around you."

Zayn’s throat tightened, a quiet shiver running down his spine. God... the way he reacted to my words. He tried to look away, but his lips parted before he could stop himself.

"You talk like you own me," he muttered, though his voice wasn’t as steady as he wanted.

I smirked, tightening my grip on his waist. "I do. You’re mine. Let me have you the way I want. And I know..." I locked my eyes on his, dark and certain. "...you love me more than I love you. You just won’t admit it."

He smiled faintly and shook his head. "Stop being full of yourself."

"You can’t deny it, Zayn. I know you feel the same way."

"Fine," he admitted reluctantly. "But damn, Evric... you always know the right words to use."

"That’s because I love you," I whispered, brushing my lips against his.

We kissed again, longer this time, and when he pulled back, he asked, "Do you want food now?"

I smirked. "Forget it. Let’s go back to the room. You can serve me on the bed."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You’re shameless, Evric. Even after all this, you still want to touch me?"

I grinned. "Of course. That’s your punishment for shouting at me."

He frowned a little. "But I just apologized..."

I softened, leaning closer to him. "Baby, you got me scared for a minute. I thought you were getting tired of me already."

His expression melted, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "There’s another conversation we have to discuss, Evric... upstairs. Before anything happens."

My chest tightened at the way he said it, serious but tender. I nodded, a faint smile on my lips. "Okay, Mr. Smith."

Just like that, he laced his fingers through mine, and we walked hand in hand upstairs. My heart was pounding, but it wasn’t from fear anymore, it was from anticipation.

When we got upstairs, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted my lap. "Come sit on me."

He hesitated for a second, then settled on me, his weight warm, his presence heavy in a way that always made my chest ache with want.

I brushed my fingers against his waist. "So... what is it you wanted to tell me?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at me, so intensely that I almost squirmed under his gaze. Then, finally, his voice came low.

"You know... before I met you, I wasn’t satisfied with anybody. Nothing felt enough. No one was enough. Until you."

I nodded slowly. "Yes, I know."

"And since I met you, I should be able to notice things about you, right?"

"Sure, babe."

He leaned forward, kissed me gently, then began unbuttoning my shirt, his hands careful but deliberate. I could already tell where this was heading, but he was trying so hard not to sound demanding, not to sound insecure.

"Evric," he murmured, his tone dipping into something vulnerable. "Be honest with me."

I stilled, my heart tightening.

"Since I met you, you’ve satisfied my desire more times than I can count. You’ve given me everything." His eyes searched mine, unwavering, almost pleading. "But tell me, Evric... have I ever satisfied your desire?"

I opened my lips, but nothing came out.