Forbidden

Chapter thirty

Songs for the chapter: Ed Sheeran- Give me love

12:13 a.m.

The office resembled the one he had back in London. When he sits down the sofa in his office hissing I want to take care of his wounds, his hands find my waist, making me straddle him, I don't bother to say anything and ignore him cleaning his face. Only his jaw was bleeding but still.

"Are you ever without bruises?" I mumble annoyed and he squeezed my waist gently, I frown at that.

He's calm, watching my face, not answering as his thumbs caress my waist while I wipe the blood on his jaw away feeling his stare and I touch the graze lightly.

When I finish he doesn't let me stand up.

"Does it hurt?" I question confused, cupping his jaw, running my thumb on the bruise but don't get an answer because he pulls my face closer to his by my neck, I blink, my breath matching my thumping heartbeat.

Those caramel and black flecked eyes pour into mine as he digs his teeth on his bottom lip and I blush deeply. Breath fanning on my lips he suddenly pressed his lips to mine, our lips are only feeling one another, until he begins to pucker his lips a few times which softens me immediately, swiping his tongue on my bottom lip then push past my lips to roll our tongues over each other slowly, my whole body went alive from his touch. Whenever he kisses me it's an enchanting feeling, I feel high, wanting to feel his lips forever and I can't think straight, my heart stuttering while every part of my body quivers and even my lips shake from anticipation.

Not long after we kiss furiously, desperately trying to fight for dominance and out of frustration, hatred, longing and all other mixed emotions I pull on his hair, he grunts feeling my back with his hands then run them gently, sensually on my thighs pushing my dress further up so it's bunched on my hips.

I didn't noticed it at first because I thought he hadn't done it on purpose and brushed it off, but I can feel him slowly grind onto me and I feel the after effects on my whole body as a tingle erupts on my skin while my neck felt hot my cheeks flushed a deep red as the kiss turned to a sensual one when he began sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

Then his hands encouraged my hips to roll to his, he sighs relaxing when I follow the pattern shyly because I have no idea how to do this and why I'm allowing this, surprising us both. While he helps me find the rhythm, I notice how different he is so tender and caring, our bodies moving against one another in harmony slow and hard, the black skinnies that restricted his still impressing bulge nudged my core deviously. When he rolled my hips to his then rocks them back and forth massaging our midsections, I grow flustered and in an instant splay my hands across his chest. Biting on his lips I slowly find myself getting addicted to this, even if it was so wrong..

It's the same way I felt in that pub where this pull started to spark, even if I hate him most of the time, his touch I can't deny... He moaned lowly because he thrusts to me pressuring his growing bulge on my heat in a needy way while holding me down by my waist with his big hands so the friction heightened, more so since I'm only wearing a thong. A shiver went down my skin when I heard that sound, getting a glimpse of how he is if he would let himself be that vulnerable in front of me and I find myself liking it.. as he shifts and grinds slowly against me, bouncing me slowly on his jean clad manhood adding pressure at the precisely right place, he sucks on my bottom lip hungrily I whimper out, "Zayn."

Abruptly I pull away flustered with wide eyes and it's like the veil that was on my mind disappeared as I remember what I'm doing and with who. He frowned but his stare softened when I push his hands away, standing up hastily to make my way to the room in which leads Zayn to shortly after grab my arm turning me back to him but I recoil. As I walk backwards he takes one step forward each time while his hazel eyes put me in a trance.