Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Chapter 23

Zayn had passed out hours ago, the alcohol hopefully leaving him during his drunken slumber. I had been up, my imagination running wild as I stared into the darkness of his room. I hadn't realized until tonight just how big the room really was, and how empty it must've been when Zayn was alone.
I wriggled around in his tight grip, turning my body to face his. My eyes trailed over his face, taking in the seemingly perfect features. Even in the dark I could see the length of his eyelashes, and perfectly pouted lips. I didn't understand how someone so breathtaking could be so bitter, and frightening, even lonely. Staring at him in the silence had me thinking over everything that's happened, I hadn't spoken a word to Zayn since I crawled into bed and I felt slightly bad. I felt as if I should have at least assured him I wasn't going anywhere, but even I, at this point, wasn't sure of that.

"Can't sleep?" Zayn's raspy morning voice spoke up, his eyes still closed.
I didn't reply.
"Am I still getting the silent treatment?"
No answer.
"Juliet." His eyes opened up, golden irises meeting my emerald orbs.

"Zayn." I retorted.

"Don't mock me."

"Stop demanding me like a child." I sighed angrily, rising from my lying position. Were we really going to fight at 2 in the morning?

"Well your always acting like one."
I paused for a moment, intentionally lowering my voice.

"Your unbelievable. You came home piss drunk after fighting a man for no reason but I'm childish. Clearly."

"Stop with the sarcasm shit!" His voice was near threatening, but I looked him dead in the eye, my voice sounding so soft and quiet.

"Do you know what Liam said to me..."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer me."

"No I don't. What did he say?"

"That I should leave, and not worry about any of this. And do you know what I said to him?"

"What."

"I should stay."
Silence was all I got in response.

"Turns out he was right." I spat throwing the duvet off of me. My feet hit the cold flooring, blindly searching for my clothes.

"Stop!" Zayn shouted him being much closer then expected. I froze when I felt his body press mine against the wall nearest his bed.

"Let me go." I demanded, a knot forming in my throat from trying to hold back angry tears.

"No."

"Yes." I weakly pleaded.
The room grew quiet his lips so close to mine. His warm breath fanned over my lips, our eyes boring into each other.

"Kiss me." He demanded.

"No."

"Kiss me." His voice sounded so harsh and assertive.
When I stayed frozen, his hands cupped the underside of my thighs, lifting me with ease. My back hit the wall, giving no room to move.
My resistance was wearing thin as Zayn left a seductive trail of love bites down my neck, each mark roughly sucked before moving to the next. I had subconsciously wound my fingers in his hair, strained moans toppling from my mouth. Any resistance I had was gone as I tugged at his hair bringing his head up to meet mine. Our lips connected in a rough kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance as we both desperately felt eachother's touch.
I felt his hand scale it's way up my back leaving a trail of goosebumps as he reached my bra. The straps were swiftly dropped from my arms, exposing my breast to him fully. His hands didn't cease, slowly massaging whilst his lips stayed in contact with my own.
Blindly maneuvering around items scattered across the floor, Zayn lead us to the bed. My body fell on top of his, our eyes intensely meeting each other. This time I slowly bent down our lips pressing together so gently you could have missed it. The pace had changed dramatically, the actions much more intimate. Zayn's arm held me close, our bare chest pressed against each other. My mouth ventured to his chest, playing out actions he had performed on me. I enclosed my mouth around his nipple, liking the reaction I received. Throaty groans sounded as my tongue playfully swirled around the sensitive area. A few simple kisses were sprinkled across his chest, my hands slowly pumping his erection. I could tell my touch was appreciated, Zayn's eyes closed shut.
He gently lifted me up, turning our bodies over, so he was now on top. The last bit of clothing adorning our bodies were discarded, leaving us completely naked. A form of me only Zayn had witnessed.
A condom was retrieved from the bedside table, torn open with his teeth then slowly rolled on to his erection. He positioned himself at my entrance before slowly pushing in, my nails instinctively gripping onto his back. His thrusts were slow and attentive to what I was comfortable with. Zayn peppered kisses across my face, making sure to leave no part of my body untouched. Each move made was gentle and pleasurable, my body nearly frozen in ecstasy. His length pushed into me, filling me completely. Zayn's name breathily left my mouth as my name left his. Each time our hips connected we both let out strained moans. I could tell he was close, my warmth closing tighter around his stiff length, sending both of us into a frenzy of pleasure.

"Zayn." I shouted as he quickened the pace. My nails leaving a few raised marks down his back.
The room temperature was rising our bodies sweating against each other. A feeling rose in my stomach as Zayn dipped his head enveloping my nipple his mouth, the other breast taken in his hand. My orgasm erupted, triggering Zayn's messy release. His arms supported his body, riding out his climax above me. Witnessing him in such a state of pleasure only intensified my orgasm. Both of us breathless and warm.
He pulled out of me throwing the condom in the bin. My numb body was once again pulled close to his own. We both exchanged breath, our lips brushing against eachother.

"Your still going to find Caleb aren't you?"


"Yes"

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A/N: it's been much to long my sassy readers! how are you?

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