Ivy’s body led the way, her mind at ease, letting her longing take over into a sync of appetency. Her fingertips lickishly traced his arm up to his neck. Gripping his hair, she spared no space between them; they were not inches apart as they basked in proximity.
Zack was taken aback by the sudden kiss but was quite responsive at the same time. His hand crawled up to her waist, pressing her body against his hard chest, her heartbeat pulsating against his as their lips locked with burning lust.
The feeling he had suppressed for long, buried under the abyss, finally erupted like a volcano spewing a torrent of emotions he could no longer contain. He explored the depth of her mouth, his tongue skillfully reveling in every sweetness, leaving her breathless and wanting for more. Consumed by sheer pleasure, his hold on her waist tightened. He squeezed her soft flesh with gentle yet insistent pressure, sending tingles of electricity all over her body.
He suddenly spun her around and pressed her against the wall. Their lips parted for a brief second before colliding with an immersive craving. Ivy instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck, the hair on her skin fluttering with satisfaction as her toes curled in delight.
After what seemed like forever but was probably just a few minutes, their lips disconnected. Their eyes locked in a passionate stare, leaving a lingering sense of connection.
A glint of unsated longing flashed in his eyes, a spark that ignited a fire within her.
“I won’t hold back anymore,” he said, breaking the silence between them. His gaze never faltering.
A subtle nod from Ivy was all it took to let him know she was ready, willing, and surrendering to the moment. Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she whispered, “I won’t hold back either.”
Zack lit up with a soft smile, his lips curling upward in an exhilarated curve. He lifted her off her feet, his hand wrapping around her thigh as he carried her to the bed. The soft rustle of fabric and gentle creak of the mattress echoed through the air like a symphony of desire, leaving behind a trail of passionate sweet surrender.
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The sultry night came to an end, with dawn breaking in like a gentle whisper signaling morning’s arrival with a golden light. Ivy shrank on the bedsheet, her toes curling restlessly under the blanket as she recalled how steamy the night was. She rolled over to the side, and her gaze fell on Zack lying beside her. His eyes drooped down, veiling his face; her fingers gently grazed his cheek, sending trails of her unspoken admiration. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips while her eyes wandered all over his impeccable face.
His lips looked even more inviting while he was asleep, tempting her to savagely kiss him, tasting the sweetness all over again.
She pushed herself closer, their faces mere inches apart as her heart fluttered with unsated hunger.
She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing against his, just as their distance was almost nonexistent, Zack’s eyes flustered open, blinking with slight surprise. “Wifey, is that how you wake someone from sleep?” he said, his voice both hoarse and alluring.
He grabbed her palms, hovering over his hair and peppered soft kisses on them, his eyes fixed solely on her fluttering cheek.
“Good morning, hubby,” she whispered, a smile widening as her body itched with excitement. Each peck sent tingles crawling all over her skin.
“Good morning, wifey,” he responded with a low and smooth whisper. “Please keep waking me up like this every morning,” he murmured, his warm breath seeping into her cheek as there was no space between them.
Ivy’s lips pressed together in a suppressed blush, her cheeks tinting red. “That’s if I keep waking up before you. You know sometimes you leave for work at 3 a. m.”
Zack laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His hand delicately framed her chin, his lips hovering poised to meet hers. Ivy shut her eyes, awaiting the kiss she craved since she woke. Just as their lips were about to touch, Zack deviated, placing the kiss on her forehead instead. Ivy could hear a sharp snort escaping his lips. “Why are you so desperate? Do you want another round?”
Ivy pushed him away, her face scrunched up in feigned annoyance. “Can’t you just stop teasing me?” she huffed, her lips pursed as she lifted herself off the bed, but Zack quickly gripped her arm, pressing her down on the bed, his crushing weight overpowering her. Ivy found herself unable to continue with her earlier facade; she gripped him by the hair, and they both continued from where they stopped last night.
—–
Accepting her feelings freed her mind from the endless cycle of denying her desires, allowing her to surrender to her raw emotions and needs.
She had planned on getting a divorce after a year of their agreed convenient marriage, but it seemed love had other plans for her. She couldn’t help but wonder how she had brought herself to make such a hasty decision back then when she proposed to him; it was almost surreal to think that the once cold, intimidating, and apathetic man had become the warm, loving, and devoted man she never knew she needed.
Her mind wandered as she took a sip of her tea. The sweet fragrance of chocolate wafted into her nose. Emelia, one of the maids, brought in a tray containing both chocolates and fresh fruits. She placed it on the table with a slight bow.
Just then, Zack appeared in the living room, dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, his hair slightly tousled as if he had been running his hand through it. His eyes scanned the place, locking into hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat, transporting her to the moment they shared in each other’s arms.
He sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her as he took a piece of chocolate from the table.
“Wait, I thought that was mine,” Ivy said as she quickly held his hand to stop him.
“The fruit is yours; the chocolate is mine,” Zack replied, flicking her fingers off his hand. “You just underwent a surgery; you don’t need too much sweet food for now. After all, you ate almost half of the cake yesterday.”
Ivy twitched her lips, unable to refute; she really craved chocolate at the moment, and she had personally requested some. But she got fruits instead. Her eyes trailed to the fresh fruits on the table, her lips twitching.
Zack chuckled when he noticed her sulkiness. He helped her take out one of the apples and sliced it, hovering it over her mouth. “If you want me to treat you like a baby, I’ll be happy to comply,” he said, a smirk spreading across his lips.
“No, thank you.” She snatched the knife from him, continuing to slice the apple.
Zack relaxed on the sofa, watching her eat. After what seemed like forever, toying with her apple morsel, she finally ate it all.
With a sigh, she leaned back on the sofa, glancing at Zack. “Don’t make me eat this again; I feel like gagging.”
“I know; it’s obvious you don’t like it,” Zack said, his carefree state slowly switching to seriousness. He slouched on the sofa, his gaze steady on her. “So, wifey, we didn’t get to continue our conversation.”
Ivy’s brows furrowed, having no idea which conversation he was referring to. “Which… one…” she drawled.
Zack’s stern stare was already hinting at what he meant. “What you planned to do to end the issue; I’d like to know all about it and why I shouldn’t stop you…”