Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Olivia's POV
Kissing Zoya felt like coming home. Every touch, every gentle press of her lips against mine, erased the months of hesitation, of fear. I let myself get lost in her, in the way she held me like she never wanted to let go.
My hands traced the lines of her back, desperate to feel her, to ground myself in the reality of this moment. She sighed into my mouth, and the sound alone made my knees weak.
Zoya pulled back, her eyes dark with emotion, her fingertips grazing my cheek. “Are you sure?”
I swallowed, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
A soft smile tugged at her lips before she kissed me again, deeper this time, more sure of herself. We moved together in sync, slowly, like we had all the time in the world. My pulse quickened as her hands found the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and letting it fall to the floor.
The cool air hit my skin, but I wasn’t cold. Not with Zoya looking at me like that—like I was everything she’d ever wanted.
I reached for her sweater, pulling it off, my fingertips skimming the soft skin of her shoulders. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured, brushing my lips along her jawline.
She exhaled shakily, her arms wrapping around me as she pulled me closer, her lips trailing down my neck, making me shiver. “I love you,” she whispered against my skin, and I felt it like a prayer.
We moved to the bed in a blur of limbs and soft gasps, the world outside fading until it was just us—just our quiet breaths and the warmth of her hands against mine.
She laid me down on the bed, her body pressing gently against mine as she climbed on top of me. Her lips curled into a soft, knowing smile—one that made my heart race and my breath catch. She could see the nervous anticipation in my eyes, and I knew she wanted to take her time to savour every moment.
Her fingertips ghosted over my skin, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers cascading through me. My body arched instinctively under her touch, every nerve alight with desire and longing.
When her lips found the curve of my neck, she kissed me slowly, torturously, each press of her mouth a whisper of promise. My fingers slid into her hair, gripping softly as I exhaled her name in a breathless moan.
"Zoya..."
She responded with a low hum against my skin, her hands gripping the back of my thighs, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of her body between my legs. Her deliberate pace was driving me mad, every touch sending a fresh wave of need surging through me.
It was too slow. Too controlled. I needed more.
With a sudden burst of desperation, I shifted beneath her, flipping us over in one fluid motion. Now, straddling her waist, I gazed down at her, breathless and aching, ready to take what I needed.
Zoya looked up at me, her dark eyes heavy with desire and something deeper—something that made my pulse quicken. Her hands found my hips, fingers pressing into my skin with a gentle but firm grip, as if anchoring herself to the moment.
I traced a slow line down her chest, my touch deliberate, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breath beneath my fingertips. My lips hovered just above hers, teasing, letting the anticipation build between us like an unspoken promise.
"You’re driving me crazy," she murmured, her voice husky and laced with need.
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Good."
Leaning down, I kissed her—slow at first, tasting, exploring, feeling the way she melted beneath me. But as the tension coiled tighter, the kiss deepened, turning more urgent, more desperate.
Zoya’s hands slid up my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The warmth of her skin, the way she fit perfectly against me, sent sparks rushing through my veins.
She rolled her hips beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips, and I gasped at the sensation, my resolve slipping. My hands found their way to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly, savouring every inch of newly exposed skin.
"You’re beautiful," I whispered, my voice trembling as I took her in.
Zoya’s eyes softened, a rare vulnerability flickering across her face before she pulled me down again, our bodies pressing together in a perfect, aching fit. Her lips traced a path down my jawline, across my collarbone, leaving fire in their wake.
"Olivia..." she whispered against my skin, her voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feeling, the moment, the overwhelming sense of being wanted, of being seen.
Fingers trailed down my spine, slow and deliberate, leaving me breathless. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered name between us felt like a silent confession, a declaration of something deeper than desire—something that neither of us could deny any longer.
I tangled my hands in her hair again, pulling her closer, my lips meeting hers with a desperate urgency. "I don’t want this to end," I whispered against her mouth.
"It doesn’t have to," Zoya murmured, flipping us over effortlessly, her weight settling over me.
I gasped, my hands running up her back, nails digging in softly as she kissed me again, deeper this time—leaving me breathless and completely undone.
My hand slid down between her legs, my touch hesitant but eager. A nervous flutter stirred inside me, but the way she reacted to my strokes—her body arching, her lips parting with soft gasps—reassured me that I was doing something right. My eyes were locked on her face, drinking in every expression, every fleeting moment of pleasure.
Her lips trembled, and she bit down on the back of her hand, trying to muffle the whimpers spilling from her throat. The sight alone made my pulse quicken, and I pressed deeper, feeling the way she squirmed beneath me, her body desperate for more.
A shuddering breath escaped her as her walls clenched around my fingers as she orgasmed, her hands moving to my stomach in a weak attempt to push me away. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t—not when her back arched and her moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath me, unravelling in the most beautiful way I’d ever seen.
"Stop... stop," she barely managed to whisper, her voice strained and breathless. It took me a second to realize I had gotten carried away, lost in the overwhelming rhythm of her desire. But before I could pull away, another wave of pleasure crashed over her, stealing what little control she had left.
Her body convulsed, a violent tremor shaking through her as she let out a hoarse, guttural moan, my name tumbling from her lips like a plea, raw and unrestrained.
I stilled, watching in awe as she came undone beneath me, completely lost in the moment, and I knew—this was the most breathtaking thing I had ever witnessed