~Evric's POV~
In seconds, I stripped him bare, both of us naked, my eyes drinking in the view. My hands were shaking, and the sight of him, my fiancé, my love, my Zayn was the most intoxicating, beautiful view I had ever missed.
Then I sank into him, closing the distance that had felt like an abyss. My hands, less steady than I wished, began a careful, deliberate exploration, tracing the sensitive landscape of his body. My kiss, initially gentle, deepened instantly, a fierce, hungry possession. Our mouths met, a desperate tangle of tongues, a mingling of breath and flavor that was purely us.
Zayn clung to me, one arm tight around my back. The other slipped between our bodies, finding and cupping my cock. He stroked me, skin on skin, his own desire mirroring mine. And then I heard it—the low, guttural sound I'd longed for: his moan. It was muffled against my mouth, a whispered approval, "Mmm, yes, baby..."
