Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY:

       *this chapter contains sexual content

  I wake up being smothered by Zayn's body.

  I push him off of me and watch him roll over onto his back.

  A ray of sun light peaking from behind the curtain, hits his chest... spotlighting his tattoos. The dim lighting of the room, makes his skin a deep gold shade, making him look even more perfect than usual.

  His beard stubble frames his sleeping face and his lips are slightly pouty, making me smile to myself.

He's so cute when he's sleeping.

  He just lays there with his chest slowly moving up and down... so peaceful and calm.

  I turn around and face my closet, feeling the need to change into clean clothes.

  I start to quietly go through my clothes trying to find something to wear.

  For now, I pick out the new sweats I got last month from Victoria's Secret.

  I quickly remove my t shirt and slip on the silver and glittery pants. I reach into my drawer and grab a push up bra that goes good with the tank top I'm going to wear.

  I manage to clasp the back of it and then start to hear moaning.

  I turn around and see Zayn stretching.

"Good morning." His voice is rough and raspy, sounding so incredibly sexy.

He turns to look at me, but his eyes are squinted adjusting to the light.

  "Good morning." I say back with a smile.

  "Come here." He motions me to come over and pulls the covers down a little, exposing the rest of his tattoos.

  I go over to him and straddle his stomach. He sits up, causing me to slide down onto his lap. I can feel his morning present, but I ignore it. 

  He wraps one hand around my waist and the other gently around the back of my head, staring deeply into my eyes. "You're so beautiful in the morning."

  He pulls my face a little closer, his stare slowly moves to my lips.

  He slightly opens his mouth and his hot breath hits my skin.

  I smile as I bite my lip and look down, unable to control my emotions. I feel his hand underneath my chin, pulling my face back up so I'm looking at him. Chills form down my body as his lips press against mine. He starts to kiss me hard and passionate.

  Normally, it would gross me out to kiss someone with morning breath... but with him it's different. Every single thing about him is just perfect to me. It's almost like he's a drug that I'm deeply addicted too.

  His tongue enters my mouth, then it quickly hits me that I have morning breath that's probably atrocious. I put my hands on his bare chest and slightly push him off.

  "I have morning breath!" I blurt out completely awkwardly, covering my mouth as I make a face.

  He looks at me for a second like I'm an idiot, then grabs my hand and pushes it down. "Don't ruin this." He says laughing lightly, wrapping his hands around my lower waist.

  All of a sudden, he pulls my body as close to his as possible, very harshly. I gasp lightly from the force of it and the fact that it caught me off guard.

  As much as I tried earlier, there's no ignoring the bulge that's pressed against me.

  I guess I made a face, because I see his eyes narrow and a smirk form.