"For I am yours. And you are mine..."
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Chapter 23
July 26, 2015
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Zayn opened the door for her once they reached his home.
She couldn't help but pray that this was how it was supposed to be.
That he was the one for her.
That he was her Mr. Loverboy.
They both wanted to know each other, totally and completely.
She wanted to know all of his weird quirks, all of his beautiful imperfections, and remarkable flaws.
He wanted to make her see how deeply his affections for her were. He wanted her to know the difference that she had made in him, and in his life.
Before her, he was on the verge of suicide.
And now, he dare wouldn't leave her. Ever.
So as they stood in complete silence,
simply admiring one another, there was no awkward tension.
There were no feelings of lustful desires.
There was love, and passion. It was as simple as that.
Zayn took a breath, walking slowly to Ella.
"I love you" he whispered, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
She nuzzled into his hand, closing her eyes for a brief second.
"I love you too."
Then he kissed her.
They both felt the fire, unlike the sparks that they felt every other time they had kissed.
There was an out of control, raging fire, that couldn't be contained, as their kiss deepened.
What was going to happen was inevitable, so they neither one tried to stop themselves.
She didn't put up any fight when he ran his hands down the back of her legs, lifting her up.
Zayn carried her down the hallway, and to his bedroom, closing the door behind them.
He pressed her against the wall, and began trailing kisses from her jawline, and down her neck.
Ella tilted her head back, giving him more exposed skin.
Soon, she was laying in his bed, him looking down at her.
His shirt had been discarded, as had her dress, leaving her to trace the tattoos on his chest.
"You're so pretty" Zayn whispered, kissing all the way down, from her lips to her feet.
"You're sure about this?" he asked a bit later, once they both became completely naked, and familiar with each other's bodies, due to a series of intimate touches, and kisses in places that she, at least, had never been kissed.
"Zayn, darling, I've never been more positive about anything in my entire life"
He entered her slowly, knowing that his pleasure was her pain.
And there was no denying the fact that it hurt her.
But it was the most beautiful pain that she had ever felt.
"Are you alright?" he asked her, kissing her cheek.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, then kissed his swollen lips.
"I've never been better" she said.
"Are you lying?"
"No, absolutely not. This is the best feeling ever. No sarcasm, whatsoever."
"Can I move?" he asked her.
"Mhm" she sweetly said, shutting her eyes, and biting her lip as he began thrusting slowly, in & out of her.
The amount of pride and pleasure that was flowing through him was impossible to explain.
Out of all the times that he had been with a girl, this was the absolute best.
Nothing would ever compare to this moment, holding her in his arms, and falling more in love than they either one thought was possible.
"Zayn, oh" Ella moaned, sending pleasure throughout Zayn's entire body.
He groaned, wrapping his arms around her, as he felt his high approaching.
His thrusts became harder, & faster, as he wrapped his arms around her, and nuzzled his face in her neck.
"Shit, Zayn" Ella moaned, knowing that she was about to reach her high.
He bit down on her shoulder as he released with a loud grown.
She came a few seconds later.
Zayn continued thrusting into her until they both came down from their states of euphoria.
"I love you" she whispered continually, as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"You're my everything, and I love you more than life itself."
