ARRANGED TO BE HIS: MARRYING THE MAFIA HEIR

CHAPTER 05: ONE NIGHT

ZARA'S POV

“I want to feel you,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need, almost lost beneath the inferno spreading through my veins.

His response is a low, feral growl pressed into the curve of my neck. The sound vibrates through my bones, unfiltered and wild. I hear the quiet shuffle of fabric as his hand moves to his pocket. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I already know. The tension between us is unbearable, humming like a live wire about to snap. Just the anticipation alone steals the breath from my lungs.

My skin feels hot, as though set ablaze. Every inch of me is alive with a need I can’t contain. My heart pounds, each beat a heavy drum of desire. When he touches me, just the barest graze, I gasp. My body reacts instantly, trembling from the intensity, every nerve drawn tight like a bowstring.

Then he begins. Slowly. Gently. He enters me with aching care, his every movement deliberate, reverent. Each inch draws me further into him, every second carving a space for something more than lust. The connection is searing, an overwhelming mix of raw need and soul-deep yearning. It’s not just physical, it feels sacred.

By the time he’s fully inside me, my whole body is shaking. He’s trembling too. We cling to each other, need rippling between us like a storm. I’ve never felt anything like this. It isn’t just hunger. It’s total surrender.

“You feel like heaven. So tight, so wet,” he murmurs, his voice rough with stunned desire.

He begins kissing down my neck again, his lips soft but purposeful. I tilt my head instinctively, offering him more. My body yields to him without hesitation, every inch of me strung high with sensation. My skin tingles, nerves lit like flares, and I can feel something building deep within me, dangerous and unrelenting.

He starts to move. He pulls back, just enough to return with slow intensity. I moan, the sound escaping before I can stop it, desperate and needy. In this moment, there is no world outside us. It’s just Sav and me, existing in the space between heartbeats.

Then he finds the spot inside me that makes everything vanish. A burst of light explodes behind my closed eyes, brilliant and shattering. My back arches, spine pressed to the wall, the wave of sensation stealing my breath and dissolving every thought.

“Please don’t stop,” I plead, my voice cracking from the urgency clawing inside me. The heat in my belly is blinding, surging upward faster than I can brace for.

“You’re so close. I feel it. Let go for me. Let me feel you fall,” he growls, his mouth brushing my neck before he bites gently, his teeth sinking in just enough to tip me over the edge.

And I break.

A scream tears from my throat as my entire body seizes. The climax hits hard, sweeping everything else away. My legs tremble violently, my nails dig into his shoulders, and I clench around him with such force it feels like I’m unraveling from the inside out. It’s not just physical, it’s annihilation, like being pulled apart and put back together all at once.

“You’re perfect. So damn perfect,” Sav groans, his pace becoming frantic, wild. He’s falling too, and I can feel it, every thrust, every moan bringing him closer.

My mind is a blur. I can’t think. My lips are swollen, breath shallow, body slack with lingering tremors. All that exists is the way he feels, the way we move, the impossibility of this connection that somehow feels more real than anything else in my life.

I’m barely coherent, but Sav stays steady. His arms never let me go, keeping me grounded. Then, with one final thrust, he buries himself deep, releasing a guttural sound that echoes through me. I feel him lose himself, feel the pulse of him even with the protection between us.

It’s too much. That last connection, the way he fully gives in, pushes me over the brink again. I cry out softly as another orgasm wracks me, gentler this time, but still powerful. My body jerks, overwhelmed by sensation, every muscle tight with aftershocks.

I’ve never felt this before. Never been pushed to this point twice in one night. Most men never even brought me close once. But Sav, this quiet man who sees the world in code and systems, he’s found every part of me like he’s known all along where to look.

Each touch, each word, every movement, it's like he’s memorized me.

As our bodies calm, our breathing slows to a shared rhythm. I rest my forehead against his, still shaking, still soaring somewhere above it all. My fingers clutch his chest like he’s the only solid thing in the world, like letting go would send me tumbling again.

But then it comes.

Not loudly. Not with violence. Just a whisper of truth at the back of my mind, a quiet reminder that this moment won’t last. A soft chill settles over the warmth of our embrace.

This is all we get.

This night, this closeness, it was never meant to grow roots. No matter what just passed between us, I know I won’t see him again.

That realization hits harder than expected. It doesn’t pierce like a blade, it sinks like sorrow. A silent ache in a place I didn’t even realize was vulnerable. Because Sav isn’t just someone I met. He’s the man who looked straight through me in a single night, who touched every part of me and left nothing untouched.

Neither of us says a word.

There’s nothing that needs to be said.

So I hold onto the silence, let it wrap around me like a soft blanket, and pretend, for just a little longer, that what we shared tonight is enough.