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4| 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢

Nayati POV

When I woke, I was in a large, unfamiliar bed, the warmth of thick blankets surrounding me. My head was pounding, and my throat felt dry. I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn't cooperate. A cold sweat covered my skin, and I realized something wasn't right-I was burning up.

Zenith appeared in the doorway, his eyes locking on mine immediately. "You're awake," he said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out and pressed his palm against my forehead. "You're running a fever."

"I feel... terrible," I whispered, my voice weak and hoarse. My body ached, and the room felt both too hot and too cold at the same time.

Without a word, Zenith left the room, returning moments later with a glass of water and some medicine. He helped me sit up and placed the glass to my lips, urging me to drink. "You need to take this," he said softly, holding the pills in his hand.

I took them gratefully, swallowing the cool water as he held me steady. When I laid back down, the chills returned, and I shivered violently, despite the warmth of the blankets.

"I don't think it's enough," Zenith muttered under his breath, looking at me with worry in his eyes. "Your fever's getting worse. We need to break it."

I looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, confused by what he meant. Before I could ask, he started undoing the buttons of his shirt. I blinked, too weak to question him.

"Zenith?" I croaked.

He paused, looking into my eyes. "Nayati, your body's burning up. The blankets aren't helping, and I don't have ice packs. You need body heat to stabilize your temperature."

I stared at him, my mind racing but my body too exhausted to fight. The thought of him pressed against me, skin to skin, sent a rush of emotions through me. But I couldn't deny the comfort I felt knowing he was here, with me, after everything that had happened.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing his bare chest, and then slowly undressed me. His touch was gentle but firm, careful not to make me uncomfortable. Once I was undressed, he slid under the covers beside me, his warmth immediately soothing against my fevered skin.

I could feel every inch of him, his body pressing against mine, but there was no hesitation in his actions. He was focused, determined to help me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close until there was no space between us. I felt the heat of his breath against my neck, his strong chest against my back.

The fever had me feeling dizzy, my thoughts muddled, but in that moment, all I could think about was how safe I felt in his arms.

"Stay with me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I'm not going anywhere," he replied, his voice low and comforting.

His hand trailed down my side, his fingers brushing against my burning skin. The closeness, the intimacy, it was overwhelming, but I needed it. I needed him. I turned in his arms, facing him, our bodies still pressed together. My head rested against his chest as I listened to the steady beat of his heart.

My hands moved instinctively, brushing across his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath my fingertips. I tilted my head up, our eyes locking. He leaned down, his lips barely brushing mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

I felt my pulse quicken, the fever and desire mixing into something powerful. I pressed my body closer to his, feeling his hardness against me, his need just as strong as mine. He hesitated, his breath heavy against my lips.

"Nayati," he whispered, his voice rough with restraint. "You're sick..."

"I don't care," I murmured, my voice hoarse but full of longing. "I need you."

His restraint snapped. With a low growl, he captured my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands gripping my waist as he rolled us over. His body pressed into mine, the heat between us intensifying. I could feel him against me, hard and ready, as he moved his hips slowly, teasing me.

"Zenith," I gasped, arching my back

as I felt him push inside me, slow and steady, filling me completely. The fever made every sensation more intense, every touch, every movement driving me wild.

He moved carefully at first, mindful of my fevered state, but as I moaned his name, he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, until I was lost in him.

"Zenith... don't stop," I moaned, gripping his shoulders as the pleasure built inside me.

He didn't stop, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. We were both lost in the moment, in the heat, in each other.

Finally, as the fever broke and my body trembled beneath him, we both found release, his name spilling from my lips as I collapsed against him, utterly spent.

He held me close, his arms wrapped protectively around me, his dick is still inside mine as we drifted off to sleep, tangled together in the aftermath of our fevered night.