Her breath hitched. “Zayn,” she whispered back, the sound barely audible.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers. It wasn't a tentative kiss, but a deep, searching press, a sudden, primal hunger that caught her off guard.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. A low moan escaped her throat as his tongue swept inside, exploring, demanding. Her body, already sensitive from pregnancy, flared to life, a sudden, unfamiliar warmth spreading through her veins.
He lifted her, a soft huff of effort, and carried her to the bed. The mattress dipped, welcoming them. He shed his own clothes with surprising speed, his body lean and sculpted in the dim light. She watched him, mesmerized, a hum of anticipation building deep within her.
He hovered above her, his eyes dark, unreadable, yet f
