Arranged Love (Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage)

Making Love

Sexual content

Pray's p.o.v

My heart goes wild as those words leave his mouth. He smirks down at me as he takes in my expression, making me blush. Zayn trails a line of soft kisses down my jaw line, making it as gentle as possible. It's like he's making every kiss count, making it worth.

"You smell beautiful" he whispers. Well, of course I do, Victoria's Secrets scent just does the job.

I blush at his overwhelming remarks he makes within a few seconds. Each time, he doesn't fails to send noticeable shivers down my spine. He's just so fucking intimidating.

His face comes back in view and he smiles softly, warming up my heart.

"Tell me, if it hurts. I'll stop" he says. His eyes full of concern, love and care. My eyes go wide as I figure what's about to happen. Shit's about to get real.

"I love you, baby" he whispers. Somehow, all the nervousness seems to fade away as he says those magical words. Sparks fly as he kisses me gently, assuring me that this moment is right.

I nod, wrapping my arms around his shoulders tightly. He takes that as a sign of me being ready and gently thrusts into me, slowly breaking my walls.

My eyes shut tightly because of the terrible pain that my lower region is going through. Shit, it hurts like a bitch. It just started but I already want it to stop.

I clench my nails on his shoulders, making him hiss. He looks so hot; everything he's doing is hot and its turning me on. Big time. The way his eyebrows are furrowed. The way his hair is messed, and me being the reason of it is ten times better. And nearly giving me a heart attack when his hazel orbs meet mine.

Everything he does is extraordinary.

I whimper as he fills me slowly, but he stops when a tear escapes my eye. He gently wipes it away with his thumb and kisses my forehead lovingly. This couldn't be any more perfect.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry" he whispers soothingly in my ear. He's being so sweet I want to cry. Well, I am. But, out of pain. I want to cry out of happiness because he is the one who's taking away the most valuable thing from me.

My virginity. The thing I treasured and protected my whole life.

"It hurts" I say when he's fully inside me. I had no idea it would hurt this bad. It feels like a thousand of needles are stinging me again and again.

"I know, jaan. I'm sorry" he says. He softly comes my hair with his fingers, attempting to make me relax.

We stay like this for a while, slowly adjust to his size. He whispers words of encouragement in my ear, showing that he cares.

"Zayn?" I say, my voice just above a whisper.

"I'm okay" I say. His hazel eyes look into mines and he kisses me softly. He pulls back and looks at next again, as if he's not sure. But he continues as I nod.

I whimper as he moves. He's being so slow, but it still hurts so much.

I bite my lip hard as he moves out of me slowly, then moving back in again, making me gasp in pain. I clench on his shoulders tightly to bare the pain. I still couldn't help but flinch.

Zayn stops again as another tear escapes my eye, he whispers sweet things and kisses it away. He moves again after a while, going slow and gentle.

I can't help but smile as I burry my face in the crook of his neck. We are making love. The though is so extraordinary, its different and makes me feel giddy inside. Why am I so excited about this? Maybe because this is my first time?