Strings and Schemes

Chapter 26

AN: Explicit content 

The next morning, I awake in Zayns bed, cuddled into him so tightly I wonder if I tried to crawl into his skin in the middle of night. I find myself enthralled in the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body, and a burning sensation builds from deep inside of me. I press my thighs together, trying to resist the undeniable feeling building. I try to stay still in bed, avoiding alerting Z to my ongoing feelings, but before I know it I'm shifting in the bed, trying to pull myself from his intoxicating presence and resist him for even a second longer so I can grab a cold shower.

When I trust myself enough, I quickly spring out of bed, landing quietly and softly before sneaking into the bathroom, splashing my face with water.

What has gotten into me? I go from emotional to horny so quickly I'm giving myself whiplash these days. I turn on the shower, freezing cold, and undress quickly, to avoid any further interest in what could be going on, and get in. Almost shrieking at how cold it is. I stand under the rainfall shower in hopes of removing the lust from my body.

Just as the desire is waning off of me, I hear his voice when he clears his throat.

"Good Morning," He smiles, a small smirk on his face. Watching me. Naked. I feel the heat creeping up my body again, and struggle to keep it together.

A snipped "hi" rushes out of my voice box, a sound that doesn't quite align with my normal voice.

Zayn walks over slowly, like a predator tracking its prey. Knowing I'm entirely at its mercy. Boxed in with nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. He slowly undresses, and climbs in the shower, jumping back from the cold water.

"Jesus, Rain." He says, shocked at the temperature. "Why are you taking such a -"

He stops himself, a cocky look replaces the previously shocked one, "Are you taking a cold shower because of me, love?"

My eyes don't connect with his, afraid of the knowing that is happening. He laughs, a low primal laugh. It ignites in my bones.

"Did you deny me the pleasure of waking you up properly this morning when you were so rearing to go?"

I gasp lightly. Now you've done it Raina, he's a predator in full attack mode and you just gave yourself up. The small amount of containment I had on my deepest thoughts ravels away, as he reaches to my side, entirely bypassing my body and turning the temperature up - literally.

I moan at the welcomed change of temperature, the frigid cold was only a necessary evil that resolved my want for all of five minutes before Zayn decided to say to hell with it.

He smirks, having heard the grumble following the lack of touch. He stalks closer to me, closing the gap. His body brushing against mind, sending electric shocks through out my entire body.

"Miri preshna uttar do," he says lowly. Demanding me to respond.

My eyes widen, "Nahi."

"Don't make me ask you again," he warns, before pulling me into him and kissing him, showing me just how tempting and wonderful it can be to give into those primal desires.

I moan slightly, "Do you know how thin of a thread I'm hanging on by?"

He nods, "give into it, let me bring that out in you."

I shake my head slightly, embarrassed by the massive need I have for him always. How can I always be so damn turned on by him?

He groans, "Jaan..." he warns without saying any words. His own need growing against my thigh.