Kairo gently carried Sara to their bedroom, guiding her to the bed. She looked up at him, eyes wide and curious. "Why did you bring me here?"
He looked at her, shrugging off his t-shirt and tossing it aside, revealing the toned contours of his chest. He hovered over her, his breath warm against her face. She propped herself up on her elbows, captivated by the intensity in his gaze.
Leaning closer, his gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips, and back again. His lips hovered near hers, teasing. "You don't have to fight with a pillow when you want me," he whispered, his voice low, warm, and intoxicating. "You have me… right here, beside you."
Sara's breath hitched, her stomach fluttering at the intimacy of his words.
"I know… You haven't forgiven me yet, there's still some hurt between us," he continued, his voice low and sincere, "but… You can take advantage of me, Soda glass, however you want."
Every word seemed to send shivers across his skin as he spoke, his eyes dark with desire.
"Enough of pretending, Sara. Why hold back your needs when you have the one you crave? I'm your husband… You have every right to me."
Her body responded before her mind could; her womanhood aching, wet and ready, yet she resisted, savoring the tension between them.
"I'm here with you, completely yours, take all the time you need, and let yourself have me." He spoke.
Every submissive word he spoke made her insides tighten, sending shivers down her spine.
Kairo's gaze flicked to her twisted legs, then back to her face. He sighed softly at how she was not giving in, an expression of need and patience blending together.
With careful precision, he pushed her gently onto the bed, spreading her legs after undoing her pants.
"Kairo…" she gasped, breathless.
He bent down, face aligned with the heaven before him, and kissed her skin with reverent hunger. His lips explored, devouring, tasting her in the most intimate way possible.
Sara moaned, gripping the sheets as his tongue teased her most sensitive spot.
"Kairo…" she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure.
He continued, worshipping her with patience and devotion, every lick, every flick of his tongue timed perfectly, eliciting moans and small gasps. Her hands tangled in his soft curls, guiding him as he gave himself to her pleasure fully, gently, with so much love embedded in every motion.
For what felt like an eternity, he lingered on her, devouring her entirely, leaving her gasping, twisting, and clinging to him in absolute surrender.
Finally, he lifted his head, licking his lips slowly and dragging his thumb across them. Sara stared at him, flushed and undone, completely lost in the aftermath of his devotion.
"You taste… sweet," he murmured, voice husky. "Just like the first time… three years ago."
Sara blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips.
He grinned, standing up to grab his t-shirt and helping her into her panties. With a playful smack to her butt, she laughed, the sound light and musical.
"Let's go to sleep," he said, lifting her easily into his arms. "Zayn's sleeping alone."
Her arms looped around his neck, fingers grazing his shoulders. Her gaze held unspoken love and admiration.
"Stop staring at me, Soda glass," he said with a small smirk. "I hope you're fine now."
She teased back, a sparkle in her eyes, "Am I not allowed to look at my husband?"
A faint flush colored his cheeks and ears, and he simply smiled, letting her words linger in the warm air between them.
Once in the bedroom, he lay her gently on the bed, checking on Zayn before slipping beside her. He wrapped an arm securely around her waist, spooning her close.
Sara rested her hand on his arm, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, murmuring, "I love you."
Her fingers tightened around his arm, pulling him closer, whispering through her touch the same words she didn't speak.
Kairo smiled softly, heart full, before letting sleep wash over him, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world, which she was.
Next morning, Sara stirred awake, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the soft morning light. A familiar warmth pressed against her, his arm wrapped tightly around her, his body snug against hers. The scent of him filled her senses, pulling her back to reality.
She glanced at him, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, one hand resting under his head, the other slipped beneath her T-shirt, resting on her waist. She bit her lip as flashes of last night came rushing back, the way he held her, the way he made her feel cherished, how he worshipped her like she was something sacred. Her heart fluttered at the memory, her body still humming from it.
Turning gently to face him, his hand lazily slipped on her butt. She watched him, his peaceful face, his soft breathing, the messy strands of hair falling over his forehead. Slowly, her fingers reached out, tracing his lips, then sliding along his cheek and jawline.
God, she thought, how can someone look this good even in sleep?
A smile touched her lips. The same boy who once made my heart restless three years ago… now lying here, my husband.
She sighed softly, brushing his hair back and smiling to herself, her heart full of warmth and disbelief that he was truly hers.
Damn… don't look so handsome, I might bite you, she thought, watching him sleep.
Her fingers brushed through his soft, messy curls, still warm from sleep. He stirred, groaning lowly, then, without warning pulled her closer, his hand grabbing her butt cheek, fingers pressing into her skin. Her heart skipped a beat.
He frowned a little, eyes still shut, as if trying to figure out what he was holding, the softness, the warmth. Then his lashes fluttered open slowly, his gaze meeting hers. For a moment, neither moved.
He blinked, realization dawning, but instead of pulling away, he drew her in tighter, their chests pressed together. She gasped softly. His hand trailed lower, brushing against her again, this time deliberate, his touch gentle but teasing.
"Good morning, baby," he murmured, voice rough and low from sleep.
She bit her lip, cheeks warming, but her tone matched his teasing edge."Morning… fuckboy."
He giggled softly, his morning voice warm and teasing. "What a blessing to hear you call me that."
She smiled and lazily threw her leg over him, trapping him closer. His hands instinctively moved to hold her there, palm resting on her thigh.
"I'll sue you if you dare look this handsome again," she muttered.
He chuckled, brushing his thumb along her leg. "Is it my fault?"
She cupped his face, tracing his lips with a fingertip. "Yes. You do it on purpose, look this good just to charm me, make me fall for you all over again."
"Did I?" he asked, lips curving.
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
He laughed quietly and leaned in to kiss her, a soft peck that lingered. "My wife is ovulating, that's why she suddenly finds me irresistible."
Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "That's not my fault! Ovulation is natural; you're the one taking advantage of my situation," she accused, half pouting, half smiling.
He laughed again, his chest shaking lightly against hers. "If my wife's been struggling with all that heat and clutching pillows for comfort, as a husband, I should cooperate… and I did."
She stared at him, cheeks warm. "And I happened to like it," she admitted quietly.
His grin softened. He touched his forehead to hers, voice dropping to a tender murmur. "I know, baby."
He smirked mischievously. "And now, why are your nipples hard? Are they ovulating too?"
Sara's eyes widened in shock. How does he even know that?
Kairo chuckled, his hand sliding under her top, gently brushing her skin. "I can feel it, baby. They're poking me," he whispered, reading her expression easily.
She gasped again, flustered. He leaned in close, lips almost brushing hers. "So how should I cooperate this time? Should I su—"
She quickly covered his mouth with her hand before he could finish. "Not now," she said firmly. "We have to go to work today."
Kairo looked at her, eyes dark and voice low. "Nothing matters more than you, darling. Just say one word, and I'll cancel everything to make you feel good."
Her heart fluttered, stomach twisting with that familiar rush. "Don't, fuckboy…" she muttered, half warning, half breathless.
He only laughed softly, enjoying every bit of her reaction.
Sara finally managed to push him away enough to get off the bed, but Kairo's arm didn't budge. He lay there, eyes half-open, watching her with that lazy morning smile, the kind that always melted her resolve.
"Get up," she said, trying to sound firm but failing as her voice came out softer than intended.
He buried his face into the pillow with a groan. "Five more minutes, soda glass. I'm still recovering from last night's charity work."
She raised a brow. "Charity work?"
He peeked at her from the pillow, smirking. "You were suffering; I had to serve humanity."
Sara threw a cushion at him, laughing.
He caught it easily, placing it under his arm as if hugging it.
Rolling her eyes, she walked toward the dressing mirror, brushing her hair. The light morning sun hit her reflection, catching her soft features. Kairo's gaze followed her silently from the bed, admiring how the sunlight kissed her skin.
"You're staring again," she said, catching his gaze in the mirror.
"Can't help it," he replied, still in that husky just-woke-up tone. "My woman looks like a dream every morning."
She smiled despite trying not to. "You're too smooth for this early in the day."
"Practice," he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. His hair was a mess, curls falling in every direction. Sara turned to look at him, his crumbled tee, the sleepy pout, and that dangerously charming smirk.
He stood up and walked toward her, still drowsy, his voice deep. "I'm hungry."
She blinked. "I just woke up!"
He nodded dramatically. "So that's a no breakfast."
She glared. "You have two hands, make it yourself."
He grinned, stepping closer until he was right behind her. "I'd rather make something else," he whispered near her ear, his breath brushing her neck.
Sara froze, feeling that familiar electricity again. "Kairo…" she warned softly.
He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Fine, fine. I'll make breakfast, you take care of Zayn."
With that, he kissed her cheeks and spanked her butt before heading towards the kitchen. Sara smiled, shaking her head.