How to Break Your Own Heart - Zain Imam x OFC

Chapter 10 - Back Safely

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I know I have been ignoring this one for quite a while. But finally, I was able to finish it!

Thank you so so much for all of you who gave it a try and followed me on this journey, despite the unconventional pairing!

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He patiently waited for her answer, his fingers on her stomach however drawing patterns, making her lose the ability to form a coherent thought already... Her cheeks were already tinted red, but letting go of her shyness, she gulped, her fingers taking hold of his face and softly kissing him. "I'm all yours", she whispered against his lips after she broke off from him. And that was the go he needed. Her heartbeat almost skyrocketed as he almost immediately started to kiss her passionately. She felt herself getting wet just by the thought of having his mouth on her. 

He then kissed his way down her body, paying attention to certain parts he discovered to be the most sensitive the night before. She was already a squirming mess by the time his fingers gently and slowly pulled down her panties. Getting rid of it he caressed her thighs before spreading them open. She felt her heart threatening to beat out of her chest when started to kiss her inner thighs. Her nerves almost short circuited when his fingertips touched her where she wanted him the most at this point. Soon after, the first touch of his tongue felt calescent.

Her fingers which were twisted in the bedsheet flew to his head, tugging on his thick hair, a miserable attempt to stop him at first. The sounds she emitted were so raw, which directly stirred up his own arousal.

Her attempts to close her legs failed, as he had a firm grip on them. She wasn't even trying to hold back her voice, especially when he had told her the night before not to do so.

The pleasure was building in her body, her thoughts completely occupied by what he was doing to her. And he was everywhere. He brought her over the edge quite fast, as she was inexperienced, and the pleasure was already too much. Her high made her mind deserted.

Panting, she tried to regain some of her senses while she felt like she's wrapped in cotton. Slowly she loosened her fingers which were tightly gripping his hair and shoulder. Gulping she tried to calm down her breathing, and she felt him taking her into his arms. She bundled herself up against him. She was not able to look at him, somehow feeling incredibly shy again.

She had never thought of having this kind of relation with him, now that it was really happening, she was not able to comprehend how this was even possible. She remembered how he had told her that there were things he wanted to do with her. And even though she didn't really believe him at first, now she was able to phantom that he was not joking... at all.

Only after a while, he fidgeted a little, kissing her head and murmuring that he will go take a shower. Up until now, he was successful in ignoring his raging hard on in order to make her feel safe and sound. But at some point, he was not able to hide it any longer.

What he didn't count on was her jumping over her own shadow.

He was already in the shower, trying to cool down, but when he heard the bathroom door open with a quiet click, he turned around and saw the epitome of his whole existence. Her cheeks were still flushed red, and she was already biting her lips, his shirt loosely hanging on her body. His throat went dry when she slowly let the shirt fall off her body, revealing herself in the purest form. By the time she was right in front of him, all he could do was take a shuddering breath before she captivated him, taking the matter into her hand, quite literally. With only a few instructions here and there, she was able to send him over board, helping him reach his blissful peak...

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A while after that, they were out due to their work schedule and finally, when they were back at home again, she was sensing that he was being secretive. Always glancing over at her while she was making dinner. Getting curious, she started to stare back at him. He didn't even care to look away. And he didn't have to. He was allowed. When he didn't look away, she frowned and got back to work. When she was done with food, she put it on the table and was about to call him, but he was already in the kitchen, sitting down on the chair and waited till she finished plating up. Now she was too curious. "What is it?", she asked and looked at him all confused. Smiling sheepishly, he didn't answer and just started eating. "Zain, c'mon!", she started asking, the frown on her forehead getting deeper. She didn't stop nagging him till he promised her to show her after dinner.

Impatiently, she was chewing her food, glancing over at him every now and then. He didn't seem to mind, his slightly mischievous smile never leaving his lips.

Finally, after cleaning up, he suddenly grabbed her hand went straight to the living room. Confused she followed him, feeling glad that he was not going to torture her any longer. He made her sit down on their cosy couch and she observed him, as he started to rummage in the cupboard where he had his valuable belongings stored. Frowning, she looked at him when he finally came closer with soft smile on his lips.

"Okay, close your eyes, and give me your wrist", he asked but she was still not following. "But Zain, just tell me!", she said without following his order. Usually she always knew when he was about to do something out of the blue. But this time, he manged to keep a secret about which she didn't know anything about. And it was kind of scaring her.

"Please?", he asked again making his infamous puppy dog eyes, and taking a deep breath, she slowly closed her eyes, and forwarded her hand towards him.

She felt something cool and metallic on her wrist, and it felt quite familiar. She didn't dare to open her eyes, her heart beating a little faster when she slowly started to understand what it might be. Gulping she waited for him to say to open her eyes.

"You can open your eyes now", he softly whispered. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she saw the bracelet he had put on her wrist. And her assumption was right. It was the bracelet she had given him, when he went to Delhi for his grandmother's funeral. She had sometimes seen it on his wrist, but she never dared to ask for it, since in her heart, she always knew, he needed it more than she did at the moment. "You didn't have to", she started, but almost choked. She didn't realise that she had started to cry. Cupping her face in his hands, he shook his head. "I know I don't have to... but remember? You told me to bring it back safely. And I am doing exactly that right now.", he explained, wiping her tears, and she just buried her face in his chest and let herself be held.

"Besides, I don't need it anymore. I have you, don't I?", he asked, and made her smile against his collarbone.

Breaking your own heart might be cruel, but getting the love he gives her made it more than worth it.

The End.

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