Bloom

Chapter- 33

Stella

If my life could be described by one single moment, or if I were to die and asked what would I like to take with myself for eternity? It would be this moment. This exact second I feel more loved than I have my entire life. Love resides here in its truest, most profound form. Zayn whispering "I love yous" in my ears like a prayer, like a recitation, phrases held by holy books, what hymns are written about, reading scriptures to me as I feel faint. Above me his eyes scorch mine, droplets of sweat dripping from his torso kissing mine.

The sex was mind blowing but nothing can compare to this single moment of bliss, this moment of hope. Finally, after so many years I feel loved, worthy, and cared for. All because of this one guy. This guy I love and this moment he gave me which I love even more. Before this there were only a handful things I was grateful for like- food, home, education. But now I'm grateful for only him. His eyes, his mouth, his touch, his words, his dick, his fingers, his tongue, his heart, his soul. I love every single cell and particle of him. And this feeling inside me is unexplainable, I'm so full yet yearn to be closer to him, to carve myself into his body.

Placing my hand on his heart drumming rapidly, it feels more alive than anything I've touched before, it feels like mine.

I follow his hand and lace my other fingers with it, keeping it close to my own heart's hurried beating, joining our foreheads, I whisper "I love you, Zayn."

"I love you more than I thought I was capable of. You showed me selflessness, care and being humble. You taught me the power of love, even though you broke me, you won me back even better. You fixed me for everything that you had no part in, everything my parents did wrong, you made right. You are my light just as much as I am yours. I fucking love you, Zayn." A tear rolls down my eyes. And he touches his lips to it, kissing it, sipping on it like holy water.

"Now how would you like if someone you loved to death cried in front of you?" He traces my tear down to my neck.

I shake my head and close my eyes, feeling the moment again. The one point in the whole universe that feels more whole than the universe itself. "I just can't help. I love you so much." I whisper.

"Shhh. It's time to teach you another lesson." He chuckles against my hip bone and bites on it hard. I yelp in the pleasurable pain, "No crying in front of me or else I make you scream till your tears dry."

I audibly gasp, and he continues exploring my body, "Now let me see how loud that pretty mouth of your can be." He says before he dips his head back between my thighs.

***

Scream, I did. Last night was louder, wilder than I could've ever imagined. I'm certain my neighbours heard me shouting Zayn's name through the walls. But the soreness between my legs says louder as try to stand up from my bed.

A hand wraps around my arm and pulls me back between sheets, enveloping me in the cover. "Where do you think you're going?" Zayn's raspy morning voice echoes in my ears.

I blush as the events of last night light up my memory and suddenly I'm hyper-aware of my naked body next to Zayn's. "I was going to wear some clothes on."

"We don't need clothes for all the things we are to do, baby." He kisses my cheek and snuggles close to me. "How do you feel like this morning?"

"A little sore." I clear my throat. My cheeks visibly pink.

"I'm sorry if it was too much but your screams indicated otherwise." He kisses me again, this time on the nose. A shy smile lines up my face as it turns bright red in the remembrance of the noises I made all night long.