Strings and Schemes

Chapter 26

"So needy," he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.

I pant, chest heaving, pleasure still throbbing in every inch of me, my mind clouded with frustration and desperation. "You're a fucking—"

"Careful," he interrupts, pressing a warning kiss to my hip. "You wouldn't want to say something you'll regret."

I glare at him, my body burning with need, with impatience, with the kind of unbearable desire that makes me want to scream.

He grins, dark and wicked. "Tell me how much you want it, jaan."

I swallow hard, barely able to form words, my pride and my sanity at war with each other.

Then, I finally break.

"Please," I whisper, voice wrecked. "Please, Zayn. No more games."

His expression shifts, something almost triumphant flickering through his gaze. He leans down, lips brushing against my ear as he finally gives me what I want.

"Good girl."

Zayn's fingers tighten around my hips, his grip firm as he hovers over me, eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. My body is still trembling from the torment he's put me through, the unbearable ache of being edged three times over leaving me raw, desperate, teetering on the edge of madness.

And he knows it.

The smirk on his lips tells me everything—he's revelling in this moment, in the way I've surrendered to him completely. But there's something else in his gaze, something deeper than just lust. It's in the way he drags his fingers down my body, taking his time, like he wants to memorize every inch of me.

He leans in, his lips brushing against mine, soft and teasing, before pulling away just as I try to deepen the kiss. I whimper in protest, and he chuckles lowly, reaching over to the bedside table.

I hear the faint rip of foil, and my stomach clenches in anticipation. My body is hypersensitive, every nerve tuned to him, every cell aching for what I've been denied for what feels like forever.

He pulls back slightly, rolling the condom down with practiced ease. Even in this, he's composed, controlled, taking his time when I feel like I'm going to combust if he doesn't give me what I need.

"Zayn," I whine, the desperation in my voice undeniable.

His dark eyes flicker up to mine, amusement and something more dangerous swirling in them. "Patience, love."

I shake my head. "No. No more patience."

He exhales sharply, gripping my chin between his fingers, forcing me to hold his gaze. "Begging for me looks good on you," he smirks.

I nod, unabashed. "Yes."

That's all it takes.

His control finally snaps.

Zayn grips my thighs, spreading them wider as he positions himself between them. He drags himself along my entrance, teasing me, making me gasp as the heat of him presses against me.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice rough with restraint.

I meet his gaze, my body arching into him. "I want this. I want you."

That's all he needs.

He pushes inside me, slow at first, inch by inch, stretching me in a way that has my mouth falling open, a breathless gasp escaping my lips. My nails dig into his shoulders as he bottoms out, his forehead pressing against mine as we both shudder at the feeling.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice strained. "You feel-"

He doesn't finish his sentence. He doesn't have to. The way he's gripping my hips, the way he's trying to stay in control when I can feel him trembling, says enough.

I shift slightly, urging him to move. "Zayn, please."

He curses under his breath before pulling back, then thrusting in again, this time deeper, harder. I cry out, my body arching into his as pleasure shoots through me like fire. He sets a rhythm, slow but deliberate, his hips rolling against mine, making me feel every inch of him.

"You take me so well," he murmurs, pressing kisses along my jaw, down my throat. "Its like you're made just for me."

I can't think. I can't breathe. All I can do is feel—him, us, the way he's pulling me apart piece by piece, only to put me back together again.

He lifts my leg, angling himself deeper, and I swear I see stars. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down into a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. It's messy, hot, filled with unspoken words and emotions neither of us are ready to voice.

But right now, words don't matter.

Only this does.

Only us.