Zayn's Maid

Chapter 29

Perrie's P.O.V

He pulled me onto his hips and carried me into the living room, sitting on the couch with me on his lap as I kissed him again and again.

"Don't leave me..." he groaned into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

"I...I can't," I whimpered

"Make love to me?" he whispered in my ear, laying me down in front of the fire.

"It still hurts..."

"I'll be gentle baby..."

I sucked in a nervous breath as he kissed my stomach, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on my jeans. We had just done it and he wanted...more?

"Zayn?"

He looked down at my panicked face and chewed his lip, his eyes showing his own fear.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be scared...I don't want you to be afraid of me," he whispered.

"I...I want to make love to you," I breathed, squeezing his hand tight.

He moved closer hesitantly, the feeling coming back to me. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered as I wanted the pain to go away, Zayn's lips kissing mine gently.

He whispered comforting words in my ear to soothe me, his body slowly grinding against mine.

"I love you," he said softly, wincing as he moved closer and deeper into me.

I moaned and tucked my arms round his shoulders, his skin scalding me due to the heat from the fire. I kissed his collarbone and the inside of his neck, the slow thrusting inside me starting to feel good.

"I love you too," I breathed, my eyes filling with tears as I said it.

There's a big difference between having sex and making love...and I knew exactly which we were doing.

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He left me breathless from his touch, my body trembling from what we had been doing together. We had been lying there for hours, our bodies dappled with sweat from the intense heat and slow movements. My thighs felt bruised but I didn't care, all I cared about was the feeling of the space in my heart being filled with the love he had given me.

Zayn lay beside me, the throw draped over us as he gasped for breath, his body shaking. I squeezed his hand as tight as I could even though I didn't have that much energy left inside me. I felt drained.

His face turned to me and I looked back at him, my heart flipping from the memory of us together and the roaring fire that burned my flesh. It felt different this time, I didn't feel like a slave to him anymore. This was better. He was so gentle with me, the things he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my body...no matter how hot I was.

"Are you okay? Is your...body okay?" he asked awkwardly, his breathing still unsteady.

I laughed softly and rested my chin on his chest, tracing his swollen lips with my finger.

"I'm fine," I whispered.

I kissed his torso, making him groan with exhaustion.

"Your killing me," he moaned.

I drew circles on his skin with my finger, resting my head on him and feeling his heart beat in my ear. It was a soft drumming sound that made my own beat faster, his breathing like tiny whimpers.

"I need rest...I need food."

I laughed and rolled off him, the heat from his body escaping as he shuffled into the kitchen. He stumbled slightly and clung to the fireplace, gasping for breath like he was in pain. I sat bolt upright, waiting for him to fall to his knees.

"Zayn..."

"It's okay...I'm fine," he said shakily, pulling himself up and raking through the fridge.

He returned with a bowl of strawberries and chocolate sauce that were leftover from the party, sitting cross-legged on the floor and hand feeding me.

I never expected any of this to happen, to fall in love with the tattooed boy who bought me at an auction for being rebellious. To make love for the first time and actually feel the electricity between us, that connection I had never felt before.

I loved him.