Chapter 212:

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Another chuckle left his lips and I silenced him with a deeper kiss, but then laughed as he carefully grabbed me and carried me across the living area, straight to the spacious master bedroom. I got us both naked in less than a minute, and we were both breathing heavily the second we broke our kiss for some much-needed air.

“I need you,” I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and spread my legs wider, letting his body press against mine as he put his weight on top of me.

“Leave me, you’re still recovering,” he kissed my shoulder, pushing me down as he took my good leg and rested it on his hip. His hand slipped between us and began to stroke my length.

“Zal…” I moaned his name, eager for more as I began to fuck his hand, demanding more friction.

“Oh baby…” I moaned louder as he pulled me to the foot of the bed, my knees bent as he had me erect and exposed. His mouth was on my cock the second he dropped to his knees and took me down his throat. His lubricated fingers entered me expertly and had their wicked way as I praised his name over and over again.

“Yes, please…” I whimpered as he stood up and stood between my thighs, the head of his cock teasing my lubricated entrance.

I cursed the moment he stretched me, kissing his chest as he pushed harder into me. He pulled out only to slam into me again, my body aching for the familiar sensation. I ached for the friction and no matter how much I begged, I knew he was timing his thrusts in his delicious way.

“Fuck, Oscar, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”

Zal was perfect, my husband felt perfect in me. And when he finally brought me to my orgasm, I screamed his name in ecstasy. My load splashed between our stomachs and I could feel his warm cum filling my insides.

“So perfect,” he whispered as his lips pressed hotly against my ear.

“So are you, my love, my forever.”  

Three years later…

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Zal was late. I was waiting for him with a cup of coffee in my hand.

The forest house had become our favorite vacation home since the first time we came here to hide out.

I remembered that day as the same day I buried my dad.

Though I didn’t recall why we came here, other than the fact that it was done to keep us safe.

And since I told Zal that I loved the house, my sweet, loving husband had secured the place for us by buying it from Ghazi.

To this day, I still had no idea how much money he made, nor did I care. I loved the man, and I adored how he kept me safe.

I smiled when I saw the headlights of his car.

The house’s surveillance camera confirmed his arrival, and I stepped out of the foyer to greet him in front of the house. I missed him. I had just returned from a business trip with Rena, while he had his own thing to do. We had arranged to meet up at the forest house, so here we were.

As Zal’s car stopped at the driveway of our forest home, I didn’t expect to see a small toddler in the back passenger seat.

“I didn’t know. Fuck… How did he even get into my car? Were his parents… fuck,” Zal cursed, then looked like he was weighing his options, whether or not to go back to the city when I opened the door, and the kid immediately started crying.

“Stop! Oscar, don’t touch him, what if he’s sick?” Zal looked at me like I was out of my mind, but I couldn’t let the little baby cry. God knows what Zal had done to his parents. If I had to guess, I’d say they were six feet under some construction site, buried deep beneath the foundation of an unfinished building.

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