CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: ENJOY, EVERY INCH OF YOU

My chest tightened. His thumb brushed my jaw, and in that moment, he looked so raw, so uncertain.

"I know you love me, Evric, I can feel it. But..." He paused, his thumb brushing my jaw gently, as though grounding himself. "I used to have an ex I loved. Just like you love me. But with sex... she was never enough for me. No matter how much I cared for her, she couldn’t reach that part of me. So I need you to be honest. Am I enough for you?"

His words pierced me. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t look away from him. I whispered his name like a plea. "Zayn... this is the reason you were angry, isn’t it? The conversation we’re having right now, it’s the part that got you upset earlier, right?"

His lips pressed together, and he searched my face as if I’d caught the truth he’d been hiding. Finally, he exhaled. "Do you know exactly what I want to say?"

"Of course I do," I admitted, nodding.

Taking a deep breath, I confessed, "Yes, I have a high sexual drive. It does take a while for me to be satisfied. And you’re new to this, I can’t pressure you. Sometimes, I try so hard not to let you notice, but I can’t resist you. I always want to touch you. Sometimes, it’s not even about going all the way in. It’s about having all of you."

Zayn’s brows furrowed, his eyes flickering with concern, but he didn’t interrupt. I pressed on, my voice softer. "You’re not wrong for asking, Zayn. You don’t need to circle around it. If anything, I should’ve sat you down myself and explained, so it wouldn’t cause problems."

His gaze softened, and guilt clouded his expression.

"I understood what you did downstairs," I continued, my throat tightening. "I knew you were angry because I kept asking for more... for sex, for touch. But you controlled yourself so you wouldn’t make me feel bad. Even though your excuse was real, I saw it in your eyes. You changed the topic so you wouldn’t hurt my feelings."

Zayn let out a shaky breath, his gaze dropping before meeting mine again. "Do you know when I noticed? After we had sex, you were always still hard. At first, I wanted to ask. But I’m a man, I couldn’t say having sex with you is too much." His voice wavered. "But yesterday and today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. That’s why I left the room angry. Still... instead of staying mad, I thought I should just sit you down and talk."

He paused, searching my eyes. "Evric... are you angry that I asked?"

I shook my head quickly. My hand cupped his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "No. I’m glad you handled it with maturity. That shows how much older, wiser, and more mature you really are than me, Zayn. It only makes me love you more."

A smile finally curved on his lips, small but genuine. "So answer me now," he urged softly. "Have I ever satisfied your desire?"

I held his face between my palms, steadying my voice even as emotion burned my chest. "Yes, baby. Every single time we’ve made love, you’ve satisfied me. Every time. It’s just my body. It always wants more. Do you understand? And just because my body still wants more doesn’t mean you didn’t satisfy me. My body always craves you. It’s how I’m built, not because of something you lack. You’ll always be enough for me, Zayn. Always." I mean every word. I’ve never been this sincere in my life."

His shoulders eased, tension melting from him. I went on, my voice trembling with honesty. "So please... even if you can’t take it sometimes, just tell me. I’ll control myself. Don’t ever leave me because of this. Always talk to me about us, about anything. I’ll always listen. And if one day we have a big misunderstanding, handle it gently like you did tonight... because I can’t lose you. I’d go crazy if anything came between us. I love you, Zayn. I really mean it."

His smile widened, though his eyes glistened. "That’s enough. You say those words too much. If you keep saying them, they’ll lose their meaning."

I chuckled softly, brushing his lips with mine. "Then I’ll keep saying it until the day you finally say it back to me."

Something shifted in his eyes at that moment, something deep and unspoken. And then, without another word, Zayn kissed me. It was slow, full of need and relief, our lips moving together as if sealing a fragile promise.

We sank into the bed, kissing and holding, our bodies pressed close as warmth spread through us. It wasn’t just about desire anymore. It was about reassurance, about proving with touch what words couldn’t finish saying.

Before I undressed him, I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. His lashes were still trembling from the intensity of our kiss. "Zayn," I whispered, my voice almost shaking.

"Hm?" he answered softly, his chest rising and falling quickly as if he already knew I was about to say something serious.

"Thank you."

A smile tugged at his lips. "Why are you thanking me?"

I held his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking his cheeks. "Babe, I’m grateful to you... because ever since I met you, you’ve brought out a new me. I’m glad I crossed that one line between us that night. Even though I hesitated, even though I was scared, you’ve made me realize I don’t regret it for a second."

His smile slowly faded into something softer, deeper. His eyes searched mine, full of quiet emotions.

I swallowed hard and continued, my words coming from the pit of my chest. "And I want to apologize, Zayn. I feel like I turned you into a man who suddenly started sleeping with another man just because of me. Maybe I dragged you into this. Maybe I made you change in ways you never imagined. And I don’t ever want you to think I see you as weak for choosing me."

Zayn blinked, his lips parting, but no words came out. He just stared at me, like he was trying to hold onto everything I was saying.

"Trust me," I whispered, leaning closer, our foreheads nearly touching. "I want to treat you better. I want to give you everything, not because you’re fragile, not because I pity you, but because you’re the one I love. I want to spoil you with all of me, my love, my money, my affection... my body, my soul, everything. Just... allow me."

For a moment, silence filled the room. I could hear only our breathing, heavy and unsteady.

Then Zayn’s eyes softened, a small shine glistening in them. He nodded slowly, his lips curving into a tender smile as he whispered, "Take all of me, Evric. I’m yours."

The words broke something open inside me. I kissed him again, deeper, more desperate, as if I could pull his soul into mine.

I undressed him slowly, tracing every line, every curve, and felt his body respond without flinching, without hesitation. Tonight, he wasn’t afraid. Tonight, he freely let me touch him, letting go of the fear that usually lingered behind his desire. I could see it, the way he wanted it, craved it, needed it, but until now, he’d held back.

Zayn... I thought, I will never, ever make you regret choosing me.

I lowered my voice, letting it brush against him like a caress. "Can I... fuck your mouth?"

He looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry, and whispered, "At your service, Evric."

Slowly I let out...

SPECIAL NOTE

Hey readers.

This Chapter isn’t just about the passion between Evric and Zayn it’s a reminder that a real relationship is more than just sex. It’s about honesty, understanding, and being there for each other through everything, emotional, physical, or even the small daily things. Love isn’t only in words or desire; it’s in listening, caring, and sharing even the hard parts of ourselves.