Broken

Chapter 32: Moments of intimacy, Games of power

Fatima moved her hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that had them both panting with pleasure. Zac's hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, her back, her thighs, as she rode him. He leaned in to kiss her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. Fatima arched her back, moaning softly as she felt the pleasure build inside her.

Their movements became more frantic, their breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. Zac's grip on her hips tightened, guiding her movements as he thrust up to meet her. Fatima cried out, the sensation overwhelming her.

"Oh shit!" she moaned.

With a final, powerful thrust, Zac sent them both over the edge, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their climax. Fatima collapsed against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Zac held her close, their bodies still intertwined, both of them savoring the afterglow. They lay together, their bodies tangled in the sheets. Zac held her close, his hand gently stroking her hair. Fatima rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a comforting sound, a reminder that, despite everything, they were here together.

Zac broke the silence, his voice soft and filled with sincerity. "I want to know you, Fatima. All of you. But I'll wait for you to tell me, on your own terms."

Fatima felt a pang of guilt and gratitude. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "For being patient with me."

Zac smiled down at her, his eyes filled with warmth. "I'll always be patient for you," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "You're worth it."

Fatima felt her heart swell at his words. She leaned up to kiss him, a soft, lingering kiss that conveyed everything she couldn't put into words. As they settled back into the comfort of each other's arms, Fatima couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep her secrets hidden. But for now, she decided to enjoy the moment, to cherish the time they had together.

As she closed her eyes, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that eventually, she would have to face the truth and the consequences of her actions. But for now, she allowed herself to find solace in the arms of the man she was growing to care for more than she ever thought possible.
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The morning light filtered softly through the bathroom window, casting a warm glow over the luxurious tub where Fatima and Zac lounged together. The water was filled with bubbles, and the air was fragrant with the scent of lavender. Zac, ever the playful one, scooped up a handful of bubbles and splashed them at Fatima, a mischievous grin on his face.

Fatima giggled, retaliating with a splash of her own. "My hair, Zachary!" she scolded, trying to shield her styled locks from the water.

Zac chuckled, unbothered. "Man, take that shit off! Let me see your natural hair," he teased, reaching out as if to touch her head.

Fatima shot him a playful but warning look. "Don't push it," she scolded playfully, a smile tugging at her lips. She reached for her washcloth and handed it to him, her eyes twinkling. "Wash my back," she instructed, turning around and exposing her smooth skin to him.

Zac took the cloth and gently began to wash her back, the sensation of the soft fabric against her skin making her relax. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck. "Who washes your back when I'm not here, huh?" he teased, placing a tender kiss between her shoulder blades.

Fatima bit her lip, savoring the sensation. "I do," she replied with a smirk. "But since you're here, you might as well be good for something."

Zac laughed, running his fingers gently up her spine, sending a delightful shiver through her body. "Oh, is that all I'm good at?" he asked, his voice a low murmur in her ear.