Broken

Chapter 37: Shifting tides

Fatima lay on the bed, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "Okay! I'm done now, I can't go anymore. Please, I can't even feel my legs," she gasped, trying to compose herself after their intense lovemaking session.

Zac, still energized, chuckled softly, his hand gliding teasingly up between her thigh. "You sure?" he asked with a playful smirk.

"Yes!" she quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further. "I'm serious. I'm tapping out," she added, her voice breathless yet firm. He relented, rolling over to his side of the bed with a satisfied grin.

Fatima stared up at the ceiling, still trying to catch her breath. "Oh my God," she exhaled. "My legs are still shaking." She attempted to sit up, but her body failed her, collapsing back onto the bed. Zac's smile grew, clearly proud of his effect on her.

"I know your body-" he began, a bit of smugness in his tone.

"A little too much," she muttered under her breath, but the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.

He smirked and leaned down closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "If I didn't, you wouldn't still be here."

She shivered at his words, a wave of electricity running down her spine. As he kissed her lips softly, she cupped his chin when he tried to pull away. "I love you," she said, her voice low but filled with genuine emotion.

"I know," he teased, his smirk lingering.

"Say it back," she whined, her lips forming a playful pout.
His eyes softened, and his voice deepened with sincerity. "I love you more than you will ever know."

Those words sent another chill down her spine, leaving her speechless for a moment. Leaning in, he kissed her again, the connection between them undeniable.

Zac lay back, his head sinking into the pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. "You should put a mirror up there," he suggested casually, pointing toward the blank space above them.

Fatima raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath. "Why?" she asked, confused for a moment.

He glanced down at her, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips.

Realization hit her, and she swatted him playfully. "Oh my God, you're nasty," she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"You're one to talk, Ms. Wilson," he chuckled, his laughter vibrating through his chest.

"You made me this way," she muttered, her voice laced with exhaustion as she yawned deeply, her body finally giving into the fatigue. She shuffled closer, moving over and draping herself on top of him, resting her head against his chest.

Zac's hand instinctively moved to her back, tracing soothing circles up and down her spine. The warmth of his touch lulled her further into relaxation. A comfortable silence enveloped the room, and within minutes, soft snores filled the air.

He glanced down at her, his smile widening as he noticed her already fast asleep, her breath steady and peaceful. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, letting the strands slip through his fingers.

Still smiling, he closed his own eyes, his hand resting protectively on her back as sleep overtook him too.
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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Zac's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light. He glanced down at Fatima, still nestled against him, her lips slightly parted in a soft pout as she slept. He smiled to himself, marveling at how far they had come—once unable to stand being in the same room, and now, not wanting to be apart.