Alpha Zaelah | Book One: Realities Demise

TWENTY-NINE

Gayaunans speak Leuá. Naibenians speak Ainea.

Violeians speak Incàe. Lumarineyans speak Suayaó.

Nayaians speak Fèmeig.

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Z A E L A H

That was the last word spoken between us because he brought me into a heated kiss that instantly drew me into a blissful world of pleasure that only held him because he was the constant source of my satisfaction.

Unlike our kisses before, this one felt like it would go further as his hands found the zip to my dress, pulling it down slowly and I honestly didn't know if I wanted to go that far with him yet, though right now my mind was acting and not thinking since my own hands were removing his jacket.

I wondered if it was the jaue that was making it this difficult to resist him, but I knew without it...I'd still be doing this.

He lifted me into his arms with undeniable ease, causing my legs to wrap around him instinctively which allowed him to walk towards a foreign area in his office that I soon realised was his bed since my back met the soft mattress.

"How—" I began, showing my confusion about how we ended up in his room.

"I'm fast."

That was all he said before closing the distance between us once again and I couldn't say I minded, but soon we were both growing breathless as the kiss became soppily which had us pulling away.

"Do you want to stop?" Malik asked, momentarily brushing my swollen lips with his thumb.

"No, I don't," I answered while unbuttoning his shirt as fast as my hands would let me and when I removed it, he left a kiss on my forehead.

"If I go too far, don't hesitate to stop me. Ok?" He instructed and I nodded in response, "Words."

"Yes, Malik." I voiced and he began leaving kisses down my neck to my showing cleavage while his hands pulled down the straps of my dress.

All I could do was moan so he could hear how much I was enjoying the showers of kisses and the feeling of his hot tongue upon my skin as the satisfaction that coursed through my body was something I'd been wishing to experience for years and the fact that he didn't do much to give me this pleasure was amazing.

He moved back to give his hands the space they needed to slowly remove my dress allowing the sexual tension within us to grow.

When the dress was discarded and his eyes began scouring my body I didn't feel self-conscious because I was confident in myself and the look of desire in his eyes expressed his thoughts about the view and how it made him feel.

Malik moved onto his knees placing kisses against my leg before travelling up my thigh and the sight had me wetting my underwear that was already soaked.

His lips didn't go any further as he leaned up, gently pulling me to sit straight so his hands could reach the hook of my bra and he gazed into my eyes, waiting for me to protest but I stayed silent, permitting him to unhook the bra before removing it fully.

His orbs moved down to my breasts which increased the lust in his eyes as he took one in his hand, massaging it which had my already hardened nipples growing harder.

"Malik..." I moaned, expressing the fact that I was feeling nothing but pleasure.

My hands massaged his scalp while his lips travelled down my neck, greeting my nipple which he took in his mouth with obvious greed for me and I bit down on my lips doing my best to keep quiet since I knew a thousand ears could be listening, but at the same time, I didn't mind because only he mattered to me right now.