[COMPLETED]
❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
I carry Arielle through the house quickly, nearly tripping on my own two feet two or three times, which causes Arielle to giggle wildly, but I'm determined to get to our room. I'm desperate to feel some sort of release. We've been teasing one another all day and I feel like I'm about to explode.
"Zayn," she recites my name in this most adorable giggly voice. "Are we going to the bedroom?" She asks and it causes me to stop, dead in my tracks. Are we?
"Where else were you thinking?" I smirk cockily, knowing that she wants me this bad and in this way.
She shrugs her shoulders, shyly hiding herself in the crook of my neck, peppering kisses along my skin. "Anywhere." She sucks delicately on my earlobe, which causes all the blood to rush straight to my cock. "What's your fantasy, baby?" She whispers sexily in my ear.
Her fingers thread themselves through the hair at the back of my head, and she tugs. "The kitchen counter?" She kisses the corner of my mouth. "The shower?" She offers, trailing her lips up my jaw. "On your car?" Her mouth presses against the skin above my carotid artery. She's using my own moves on me, and it's working, knowing that she can feel my racing pulse on her lips is causing my heart to race at a supersonic speed.
"Hm, babe?" Arielle whispers in my ear, leaning back to look into my eyes, her thumb brushing over my parted lips.
"You sure are naughty today," I comment and she shies away from my lustful gaze, focusing all of her attention on the collar of my shirt. Her fingers hook into the fabric and she tugs it down until she grazes over the love bite she gave me. She goes from being so fucking confident and sexy, to adorable and shy in seconds.
I turn around in the hallway and make my way back through the house. I debate whether to fuck her out on the deck. She could stare at the stars while I fuck her so hard her eyes create their own stars, but it's so much more tempting to lean her over the hood of my car. I've never fucked a woman on my car. My insides twist at the thought, knowing that she'll be the first.
And she'll be the only.
Two of my favourite things—my car, and my girl. I love my car, I love racing, I love the feeling of being inside of it. I love the feeling of being with Arielle, but do I love her? I don't know. It's all so confusing to me. I'm thankful that she's so patient with me, that she stays with me, despite the fact that I haven't verbally professed my love for her.
She's unlike anyone I've ever met. I love her lips, I love her laugh, I love the curves of her hips, her smile, her refusal to see the bad in me, her intelligence, her beauty—but am I inlove with her? I push the thoughts away and begin carrying her down the stairs.
