Liam POV
My legs don’t work. I’m not even being dramatic this time. They’re shaking so bad I don’t trust them to hold my weight for more than a second.
Zain catches me easily, like he knew this was coming, his arms slipping around my waist, steady and solid.
“Come on, bear,” he murmurs, voice low and warm against my ear. “Bed.”
I nod, or maybe I just slump into him. Either way, he’s already moving, guiding me across the room with slow, careful steps. He lowers me onto the mattress like I’m something fragile, something precious, and the contrast from the way he just wrecked me has my chest tightening in a way I can’t explain.
He doesn’t say much. He doesn’t have to.
Zain kneels in front of me, pulling my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off with slow, gentle hands. He tosses them
