Royal Pain || z.m. [Book 2]

•twenty one•

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Genevieve softly groaned as she woke up from her slumber and slowly opened her eyes. She was confused as to where she was as the only light source in the room she was a lamp few feet away from her. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her vision cleared up, she recognized the ivory ceiling above her. Gradually the familiar scent of lavender with the mix of her husband's cologne could be smelled. A sigh of relief left her body when she had realized she was back in her room, lying in her own bed.

She attempted to sit up and as she did so, her body ached causing her to wince and let out strained breaths. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing by the window who was now facing her and beginning to approach her. The princess turned to find Prince Zayn coming towards her looking concerned but somewhat relief to see her awake.

"You're awake." Zayn sat down onto the bed beside her. "Thank God."

Genevieve weakly smiled at him and lend her hand forward to hold his own. "I am."

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better than before for sure. But my body aches a lot."

Zayn nodded understanding as to why she was feeling such sort of pain. He looked down to her wrists, where they were bruised and slightly swollen. His heart broke seeing the injured patches of skin. The prince brought her hands up to his face and bent down to kiss her wrists gently.

"Um Zayn?"

"Yes?" he looked up.

Genevieve pulled her hands away from him and set them in her lap as she looked away. "Where's Aria? Y- you had left me for her."

"I never did."

"What?" she looked up.

"It was all a trap to get her caught, Genevieve. I would never leave you for anybody."

"Where is she now?"

"Locked up and far away from you."

"What's going to happen to her?"

"Execution." Zayn heavily sighed. The princess gasped as she brought a hand up to her mouth. "She committed the murders of two kings. There's a hefty price to pay for that."

"So Prince Liam now becomes king?"

"Seems appropriate to."

Genevieve nodded leaning back into the headboard of the bed. A chill ran down her spine making her cross her arms in a way to comfort herself. She was trying to wrap her head around the things that had taken place over the past couple of hours and weeks, but it was kind of difficult to. Everything seemed so surreal like it was some nightmare she had dreamt up.

"Genevieve." he spoke up. "I promise you I won't ever let any more harm come to you. I'm so sorry for whatever happened in these past couple of weeks."

Genevieve slowly shook her head and looked back at Zayn with tears in her eyes. "It's not sure fault Zayn. Don't apologize for anything."

Zayn gave her a small smile and reached forward to caress her cheek but Genevieve flinched at the contact. He took in a sharp breath and immediately pulled away. Aria was right.

"I'm sorry. I- I just..."

"Shh it's okay." he shook her head assuring her. "Genevieve, did he hurt you?"

She was hesitant to answer his question. She was still terrified as she could still feel Doyle's touch against her skin. Genevieve looked into Zayn's warm eyes and reminded herself that he would never hurt her. He was the one who would make her feel protected, especially at a time like this. "A little." she quietly replied.

Her answer made him clench his jaw as he felt angry for someone causing harm to her, but he remained to sit on the bed beside her.

"You know Zayn," Genevieve bit her lip as she looked down in her lap again. "We could've found the gender of the baby by now."

"Love," Zayn took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it. "We can try again and this time we won't lose it. Promise."

"Really?"

"Trust me Genevieve."

Genevieve missed being intimate with Zayn. It had been a while since many things came into their lives which caused them to drift apart. She also wanted her skin to have traces of his touch across her body rather than someone else's. She missed him. She needed him.

"I do trust you Zayn." she held the side of his face. "And I need you. Right now, please."

It didn't take the prince a moment longer to carry out his princess' request to have him and his affection.

Zayn leaned towards Genevieve until he overlapped his mouth with hers. With their lips still attached, he positioned himself above her. He held himself up with one hand, to keep most of his weight off of her while the other caressed her cheek. Zayn was gentle with her and took his time to savor each second he spent showing his love for her through this kiss of theirs.

Genevieve ran her hand through his hair from the back as her other moved from the side of his face, and now wrapped her arm around his neck pulling him right against her body. A moan escaped from her lips once Zayn's tongue slipped inside of her mouth, to only deepen the kiss further. Genevieve tugged at his hair as pleasure consumed her body just by how he played with her tongue with his. She was suddenly taken by surprise as she was flipped over and was now on top of him as he laid beneath her.

"Zayn." she moaned, slightly pulling away to catch her breath. She hid her face in his neck as she continued to catch some air but struggled to, as her breaths were getting caught due to one of Zayn's hands dipping underneath her shirt to run his fingertips across her skin.

His other hand reached the hem of the shirt and began to pull at it, telling her he wanted it off. Genevieve clenched her legs around Zayn's torso and sat up so he could do what he desired to. Once her shirt was stripped away and thrown to the side, Genevieve brought her lips back down onto Zayn's. Her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt and he helped her shrug it off afterwards to quicken the process.

Zayn pulled Genevieve back down onto the bed as he hovered above her again. He hurriedly hooked two of his fingers into the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down past her legs. Genevieve shook them off and then wrapped her legs around him once he had spread them apart so he could fit right in between. His mouth moved down to pepper kisses down her jaw until he reached her neck. As he went to trail a path of kisses down the length of it, Genevieve began to also get rid of his pants. She trembled from his touch which made it harder for her to free him from his clothes, but Zayn helped her.

Now as they both laid in bed flushed against each other while they passionately kissed each other in only their undergarments, they both prepared themselves for what was to come. The pure ecstasy of nothing but desired passion and love for each other.

"Genevieve," Zayn breathed pulling away panting. "I love you.

"I love you too, Zayn."

Omgg its finally over!! I did it ahh!

I'm up my Zenevieve feels for the last time *cries*

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