Chapter:5

Ch 5

Scene: The Shift of Power .

Zayren’s hands were restless on her skin, his touch burning every place he grazed. Aliya’s pulse quickened with every press of his fingers, but her mind was sharp, focused. She wasn’t going to let him control this moment, not like before. Something in her shifted, a surge of power that had been quietly building ever since she stepped into his life again.

She pushed him back, not gently, but with purpose. Zayren’s eyes flickered with surprise, a shadow of something darker crossing his features, but there was no anger—only curiosity, maybe even a touch of admiration. He didn’t speak, his breath still heavy, but he allowed her to lead.

Aliya didn’t wait for permission. She moved with purpose, straddling his lap, her body pressing firmly against his. The contact sent a ripple of heat between them, and she could feel him tense beneath her, the bulge in his pants a clear sign of his desire.

Her hands moved to his chest, fingers trailing down his firm muscles as she slowly, deliberately began to unbutton his shirt. Each button undone was like a promise, a move that brought her closer to what she knew they both needed. Zayren’s eyes never left her, his gaze dark and smoldering, full of hunger, but also something more: a deep respect for her boldness.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his, but just a tease, never fully kissing him, pulling back just when he was about to deepen the kiss. His hands twitched on her hips, but she caught them, pinning them at his sides. A flicker of frustration danced in his eyes, but Aliya wasn’t done yet.

“No,” she whispered, her voice low and steady, full of authority. “You don’t touch unless I say so.”

Zayren’s jaw tightened, but instead of defying her, he let his hands fall to his sides. The control was hers now, and she reveled in it, her fingers trailing along his body, exploring the hard planes of his chest, his stomach, savoring the power of making him wait.

Aliya let the silence stretch, the tension thick in the air between them. She could hear his breath becoming more ragged, could feel the heat of his desire practically radiating from him. She shifted slightly, grinding her hips down against him, just enough for him to feel the ache between her legs, but not enough to satisfy the hunger building inside her.

Zayren groaned, low and guttural, his eyes dark with need. “Aliya, please…” His voice was rough, almost desperate, but Aliya shook her head, smiling slightly at his frustration.

“No,” she repeated, her voice smooth, calm. “I’m in charge tonight.”

She moved her hands back to his shirt, pulling it off him completely, revealing the smooth, hard skin underneath. She couldn’t help but admire him for a moment, the sheer strength of him, the way his muscles rippled beneath her fingers. Aliya leaned down, pressing her body against his as she kissed him again, but this time, there was no hesitation in her movements. She kissed him deeply, her tongue claiming his mouth as she finally gave in to the heat between them.

Zayren’s hands twitched again, but this time, he didn’t try to move them. Instead, his body arched toward hers, his chest pressing against her as he pulled her even closer. But Aliya wasn’t finished. She pulled back, not giving him what he wanted just yet.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “Waiting for me to give in… Waiting for me to let you have me.” Her fingers slipped between them, teasing the waistband of his pants, brushing against the fabric, just enough to make him moan.

Zayren’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Aliya…” He breathed her name like a prayer, a plea.

Aliya smiled, savoring the sound of her name on his lips, and with deliberate slowness, she unzipped his pants. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, but she wasn’t going to let him take control just yet.

“I’m going to make you wait,” she whispered. “Make you feel everything before you get what you want.”

She moved back, sitting up on his lap, her hips still grinding against him, teasing him. The friction made her own body ache with need, but she wouldn’t give in. Not yet. She slid her hand over his chest again, tracing the lines of his muscles, watching as his body responded to every movement.

“I want you to beg for it,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “Beg for me, Zayren.”

Zayren’s eyes flashed with both frustration and desire, and for a moment, he hesitated. But the intensity of the moment seemed to break him. “Please,” he groaned, his voice rough and low. “I need you, Aliya. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Aliya’s heart pounded in her chest, her body alive with the power she held over him. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. “You think you can control me?” she asked, her lips brushing against his skin. “No, Zayren. Tonight, you’re mine. You’re going to feel everything I give you, and you’re going to beg for more.”

The air between them was thick with tension now, and Aliya could feel the heat of his body, the urgency that he was trying to hide. She slowly slid down his body, kissing and nipping at his skin, enjoying the way he shivered beneath her touch. His hands reached for her, but she stopped them, holding them firmly in place.

“I told you,” she whispered, “I’m in control.”

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