Locked In Love

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 12

Chapter twelve

I watch her as she moves up and down my c**k. I can tell she's feeling amazing due to the huge smile on her face i push her down to where I'm laying on top of her. "I'm going to f**k you is that OK". She smiles at me and nods " yes please " she moans out. I use my one arm to slide my c**k back into her p***y and she screams in pleasure. "You enjoy that don't you?". I ask her smiling. She moves her hips up to meet my thrusts. Shes so tight I can't help from feeling the need to c*m. I try to pull out and she grabs my hips and yanks me back inside her. "Do you want me to c*m in you princess?" I ask her to make sure. " Yes please Zavier". I thrust faster building up and i c*m all inside her.I leave her alone and walk into the bathroom

Zoras Pov

I watch as Zavier bustles around the small bathroom, the warm glow of the overhead light casting soft shadows on the tiled walls. He moves with purpose, his broad shoulders tense with concentration, as he fills the tub with water, adjusting the temperature with precise care. The steam rises in wisps, swirling around him like a comforting embrace.

With a gentle hand, Zavier tests the water, a furrow of concentration etched between his brows. Satisfied, he adds a few drops of lavender-scented oil, the fragrant aroma weaving its way through the air, soothing my senses.

"Almost ready, Zora," he says with a warm smile, his voice a soft rumble that resonates within me.

I nod, feeling a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability as I sit on the edge of the tub, my body wrapped in a soft towel Zavier's presence is a reassuring anchor, his steady gaze filled with unwavering kindness.As the water reaches the perfect level, Zavier turns to me, his eyes soft with understanding. With gentle hands, he helps me ease into the warmth, the water embracing me like a long-lost friend. I sigh, the tension melting away from my weary muscles, leaving only a sense of tranquility in its wake.With tender care, Zavier takes a sponge, dipping it into the water before tracing delicate patterns across my skin. His touch is feather-light, a caress that speaks of unspoken promises and silent understanding. Each stroke is a testament to his love, a silent vow to cherish and protect.I close my eyes, allowing myself to bask in the simple intimacy of the moment, the world outside fading into insignificance. In the warmth of the bath, in the sanctuary of Zavier's touch, I find solace, a fleeting refuge from the chaos that surrounds us.And as the water laps against my skin, as Zavier's hands guide me through the gentle currents.

Zavier

I stand by the side of the bed, watching Zora's delicate form nestled beneath the covers, her breaths slow and steady, like whispers in the night. The room is bathed in a soft glow, the gentle hum of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls.

With careful hands, I adjust the blankets, tucking them snugly around her frame, ensuring she's cocooned in warmth and comfort. Her peaceful expression tugs at my heartstrings, a reminder of the fragility of life, of the need to cherish each fleeting moment.

As I lean in to press a tender kiss against her forehead, a rush of tenderness washes over me, filling the room with an unspoken warmth. She stirs, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, and for a moment, our gazes meet, a silent exchange of love and understanding.

"Sleep well, Zora," I murmur, my voice a gentle caress against the silence of the night.

I linger by her bedside before picking up my clothes and slowly leaving out the front door "What the hell did we just do".