Zayn's hands flew to Evric's back, his fingers digging in before sliding down to grip Evric's butt, pulling him down, forcing the grind to go deeper.
They moved in a rhythmic, desperate frot, their bodies seeking every ounce of heat they could find.
Evric didn't stop the onslaught of kisses, trailing his lips down Zayn's throat to his collarbone, marking him as his husband over and over again.
Zayn let out a ragged, desperate moan, his body arching into every touch as they moved together in the flickering light.
Suddenly, Evric caught Zayn's wrists, pulling them from his hips and pinning them securely above his head against the silk pillows. He used his superior strength to control the rhythm, looming over Zayn while he captured a nipple in his mouth again, sucking with a heat that made Zayn's toes curl.
