New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 594: Warmth

Zaque’s breath hitched, then shattered.

Before Coco could even blink, he moved forward, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was desperate and hot, all damp skin and tangled limbs.

The washcloth slipped from his fingers into the water as he pulled her up with him.

They stumbled out of the bathroom, water dripping down their bodies, clothes soaked through, but neither of them cared.

Zaque backed Coco toward the bed with urgency, kissing her like she would vanish if he let go for even a second and once she was down on the bed, Coco trembled beneath Zaque.

The mediator’s lips devoured hers with a hunger that had been months in the making— weeks of restraint, of watching her from arm’s length, swallowing every word and touch.

His hands were rough against her skin now, not cruel, but needy, like he was trying to memorize every inch she had ever denied him.

The damp fabric clung to him; water dripped onto the sheets where their bodies pressed together.

And when Coco arched into him? Zaque let out a groan so raw it sounded pained.

He pulled away, his breathing ragged, to tug desperately at his soaked shirt because the fabric clung to his skin, a barrier he wanted gone almost as much as he needed to feel her.

His eyes were dark, almost feral as he tossed the shirt aside, his gaze roving over her bare flesh, and then he leaned down, grinding hard into her bare flesh, causing her to let out a gasp.

Coco arched under him, her hand gripping the damp sheets so tightly they might tear.

Her body moved under his like a wave crashing on shore— pushing up into the hardness she felt in his pants as she gasped out his name.

"Zaque—"

He groaned, the sound low and guttural in his throat as he grinded down harder into her. "I know... I know. I got you."

Zaque’s fingers trailed down a slow, torturous path over her trembling flesh.

He could feel his own heart pounding, could feel his body screaming in protest— demanding he take her. Now.

But Zaque was nothing like that.

He was patient, though his control was fraying at the seams as his fingers edged between her folds, pressing into her heat with a gentle, but insistent pressure, he still fought his desire, to keep himself in control.

"My beautiful wife.." He murmured, more to himself than anyone as he leaned close. "My gorgeous.. Strong.. Beautiful, lovely wife.."

Zaque curled his fingers, making Coco groan and she clenched around him, her hips hitching against his hand.

The sensation was a sharp, delicious burn, but it wasn’t enough, not when everything was screaming for more, not when he’s whispering sweet words into her ears.

"No." She gasped, her voice ragged with need as she met his gaze with half-lidded eyes. "I want you now, Zaque.. I’m ready, please."

Coco’s words hit Zaque in the gut like a punch, knocking the air from his lungs.

He has been holding back, trying to be considerate, to be careful because she wasn’t feeling well , but when his wife said "please"...

Zaque sucked in a sharp breath, his control hanging on by a thread after Coco’s plea.

He pulled his fingers out from between her legs, a string of her desire connecting them for a brief moment before it snapped.

Then he was shoving his pants down with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

She had asked so sweetly, so needily, and who the hell was he to deny his wife— his wife, of what she wanted?

Zaque’s bare length dragged against her glistening heat, the sensation was maddening, torturous.

His entire body was flushed with need, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to keep himself under control. His own need was a fire in his veins, but he pushed it aside for a few more seconds as he leaned in close.

"Coco.." He called softly, his voice strained. "Once we do this.. There’s no going back. Are you really sure?"

His voice was thick with restraint— like every word cost him everything not to sink into her right then and there, but he had to hear her answer, her consent.

This had to be her choice, not his.

Coco pulled her hands away from the sheets and wrapped her arms around his torso instead, her fingers holding onto his bare back.

"Zaque.." She breathed out, her voice shaking, almost like she sounded like she was about to cry. "W-Why are you hesitating? Is it because of my body? Do you not want me after seeing my body—"

Coco’s words were cut short as Zaque suddenly moved, his hips snapping forward in one deep, claiming thrust.

Her fingers dug into his bare back like claws, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips at the sudden fullness. He was big, and she felt every inch of him stretch her open— burning through every rational thought she had about restraint.

Zaque’s breath hitched above her, his forehead pressed to hers as he fought for control.

"I hesitated." He huffed out, his voice rough with need. "Because I want you so much, so badly, to sink so deep you will feel even after we’re done."

Coco’s body twitched, a shiver running through her muscles at every touch, but Zaque didn’t let up.

He leaned in closer, draping himself over her, his weight pressing in against her and spreading her legs wider— and the way her nails dug into his skin? It was a delicious kind of pain.

"So don’t..." He groaned, eyes clenching shut as he fought for control. ".. Ever think that I don’t want you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this."

"I-I’m sorry." Coco gasped out between ragged breaths. "Won’t do it again! So please— ngh, take me like you want to."

Zaque let out a low groan at the plea, her voice so sweet even in need, and finally, he gave in.