Chapter 135 Chapter 135: The Morning Sex

Chapter 135 Chapter 135: The Morning Sex
Once I force my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds before realizing I’m not alone in my bed as usual.
I turn my head slightly, finding Zadok’s peaceful face by my side.
My heart immediately swells with love and gratitude. 
It wasn’t a dream. He really came back during the night.
At some point after his return, Zadok and I ended up falling asleep in my bed.
I was fighting against myself, wanting to stay awake and talk to him about all the things that happened while he was unconscious.
But my body betrayed me. I figured he was also tired, having just come back from the dead.
The curtains are slightly closed, yet I can tell it’s cloudy and rainy outside. Just the perfect weather to stay in bed all day, cuddling, talking about life, and just enjoying his presence.
I still can’t believe he’s back.
I don’t know how long I stay like this, just watching him sleep. Until he opens his beautiful green eyes and finds me staring.
“Hey…” he murmurs with a hoarse voice.
I smile so wide that I fear it may tear my face in two. “Hi…”
“How long have you been staring at me, huh?” he asks playfully, arching his brows at me.
I shrug, rolling my eyes unbothered. “I don’t know. A couple of minutes. Maybe more.”
Zadok chuckles, blinking lazily and stretching his arms over his head. A low groan escapes his lips, and I immediately frown.
“Are you hurt?” I assess his body, checking for any wounds. He’s wearing a white shirt, but the bandage he had on his torso while he was in a coma doesn’t seem to be there anymore.
He shakes his head. 
“No, just a bit sore from staying in a bed for so long. I’m healed, though. You have nothing to worry about,” he reassures me, reaching out to cup my face with his hand.
His thumb caresses my skin, and I lean into it, closing my eyes and just relishing the moment.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say, opening my eyes again. Our gazes lock in each other, and I’m overwhelmed with so many feelings that I can’t find the right words to express them out loud.
So, instead, I lean forward, placing my lips on his. It starts as a sweet, innocent kiss. But I’ve desperately missed him. I thought I was never going to see him again.
Consumed by these scary thoughts, I end the distance between us, straddling him without breaking our kiss.
His hands instantly dart to my hips, keeping me trapped to him. When I feel him getting hard under me, heat spreads through my body, and a moan escapes me.
He grips me harder, and I smile against his mouth, pulling away just enough to look at him.
“Aren’t you sore?” I ask, our foreheads together. 
His eyes darken at my question, and his fingers sink deeper into my skin. 
“Not for this,” he answers, his voice deep and firm.
Smirking, I grind against him, enticing a grunt from him. The sound shoots straight to my core, making me instantly wet.
“Good.” I smirk again, internally thanking myself for having chosen a silk nightgown last night instead of pajamas. 
I grind against him again, noticing my panties are already drenched. 
Zadok watches me with hooded eyes, but he doesn’t do anything, rather letting me take the charge. Which feels fucking good.
With one hand, I pull his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to free him from their confines.
Then, with my other hand, I push my underwear aside, not even bothering to remove it.
As soon as our skin touches, it’s like fire erupts between us.
I slide back and forth on him, arching my back and throwing my head backwards. I’m just teasing us at this point, but it is already overwhelming.
Zadok removes his right hand from my hips and slides it up my leg, between my thighs, until it reaches my core. His thumb grazes my sensitive clit, and I bite my lips, choking on a moan.
It’s still early, but I don’t want anyone who might be walking outside the hallway to hear me.
I’d die of embarrassment.
“Shit…” I hiss, moving faster against him. 
I’m dripping already, which makes my movements a bit clumsy. So, adjusting his tip on my entrance, I sink into him, letting him fill me up completely.
Zadok groans again, his eyes never leaving me. Then his gaze lowers to my chest. I realize how hard my nipples are under the thin fabric of my nightgown.
As if noticing the same thing, he palms one of my breasts, massaging and pinching it.
“Oh, that’s so good…” I mumble, delusional with pleasure.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he states in a deep voice. “Sometimes I can’t believe you’re really mine.”
Hearing him call me his sends a current of pleasure through me again.
“I am yours. And always will be,” I reply, speeding up.
Aroused by my words, Zadok grips my waist, guiding me and pulling me against him. His thrusts become harder and faster, making me lose the last strain of control.
With a muffled cry, I let myself explode, my limbs shaking violently, my legs going numb.
It takes us both a while to recover.
I don’t dare move or climb out of him for a moment. We remain as one for as long as I can hold, until I start feeling weak and collapse beside him on the mattress.
His arms immediately pull me against him, and I shove my face into his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers against my hair. “You know that, right?”
“You might have mentioned it a couple of times,” I joke.
He hums, making his chest vibrate against my cheek.
“So, I know you just went through a lot lately, but I was thinking…” he carries on, and I pull myself away just enough to see his face.
His eyes are not on me, though, but rather frozen on a spot behind my head as if he’s wandering in his own mind.
His brows are slightly creased, which makes me worry.
“What is it?” I press.
“I was just wondering what are your plans for the future,” he completes, darting his gaze to my face. Then I realize he looks worried, as if afraid to hear my answer. “I mean, we never really had a chance to talk about the future, but things might change now, right?”
I clear my throat, knowing where this is going.
Truth be told, I’ve been thinking about this ever since Gia asked me the other day.
Now that Zadok is awake and well, it might be the time to finally discuss it.
“I want to finish school,” I inform him honestly. 
His eyes widen slightly, but not in a judging way or anything. He seems genuinely surprised. 
“I want to live a normal life for as long as I can. And I know you won’t be there next year, but we’ll have to find a way to make long-distance work. You’re stuck with me.”