Chapter 49
I look away, unable to meet his gaze, and it feels like all the blood has run to my face. Zayn watches my face for a second and curses. He then groans and drops his head onto my shoulder
“Lam not taking your virginity just because you’re scared you’ll be forced to marry Boyd,” he breathes out. I swallow, nodding my head and feeling foolish, I suddenly want to change my mind and ask him to take me home to face my father instead
He lifts his head, but I refuse to meet his gaze, instead staring at the lampshade like it 1s a work of art. Well, it kind of is with its swirling shape
“Cleo?” Zayn growls, pinching my chin between his fingers and turning my face to look at him
His eyes soften slightly
“I’m not rejecting you, you
haven’t got your wolf.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in all that crap?” I snap out of embarrassment. He presses his lips 1n line
“Tt’s not that, fuck. You caught me off guard, you just bitched me out for kissing you at the club, and now youre trying to…” he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose
“You’re drunk, and scared I am not taking your virginity while you’re in this state? I’m not taking advantage of you,” he whispers, lifting his head to look at me
He brushes my cheek softly. “It’s fine, Zayn. You don’t want me, it’s fine, I get it,” I tell him, pushing on his shoulders to shove him off. This is embarrassing enough, he doesn’t need to
humiliate me more by lying to me now we are both adults
Zayn growls and grip my wrists, pinning them above my head
“That’s not what I said,” he growls sexily, catching my lower lip between his teeth before soothing it with a languid lick
His strong, grip on my wrists sends a delicious shiver through me, anchoring my fluttering nerves and focusing all my attention on him. I gasp as his hips grind against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against me even through the barrier of his pants
My heart stutters erratically at the intimate
contact, my body instinctively responding to his with a wanton yearning that takes me by surprise
“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he purrs, his voice low and rough, sending a tremor of desire rippling through my veins. I swallow hard, my eyes snapping to his. The heat in Zayn’s gaze is palpable; it sears into me, igniting a wildfire of longing deep within. I can’t help but squirm beneath him, unconsciously seeking more friction against the throbbing ache between my legs
Zayn releases one of my hands, only to slide it down to cup my breast beneath. His touch sends electricity zinging through my veins, drawing an involuntary moan from me. He tweaks my nipple, earning another whimpered cry of pleasure from me. The sensation spurs me on; liquid heat pools between my thighs, soaking
into the fabric of his of pants, and he groans, his hand trails down my side, but his steely gaze finds mine
A whimper escapes from me as he tweaks my nipple again-challenging the very limits of my self-control. This sensation amplifies everything around me the soft rustle of his clothes, the sheets beneath me and the intoxicating scent of Zayn himself. It was all too much and not nearly enough simultaneously
His hand leaves a trail of tingling warmth down my side as he traces every curve with calloused fingers before stopping at the apex of my thighs
A bolt of electricity zaps through me at the contact, as I arch upward, unconsciously seeking more
“L never claimed I didn’t want you–far from it
But not while you’re rattled and terrified, and
certainly not when you’re drunk.” His words come out as a low rumble, his gaze hungrily tracing the contours of my lips. His tongue makes a pass over his own lips, causing my eyes to follow the motion 1n heated anticipation. The desire for his mouth meeting mine is evident
Zayn, seeming to read my thoughts, smirks before capturing my lips
His tongue caresses the line of my mouth deliberately, coaxing them apart in an act of surrender to him., his tongue delves between my lips, tasting every inch of my mouth, devouring me. I kiss him back with equal intensity, desire burning through me
When he finally pulls away, I’m left gasping, breathless
“But not like this,” he murmurs slowly, each word heavy with unfulfilled promise. “Wait
until you’re sober-minded and equipped to make decisions,” he tells me, gently pressing his lips against mine before rolling off me