New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 595: Warmth [2]

Coco had no idea how long they had been like this, how many times he had taken her, or how deep he had buried himself inside her.

All she knew was that Zaque had been relentless, but also so damn attentive— watching every twitch of her body, listening to every gasp.

Now?

She was on all fours again, face pressed into his pillow with one hand braced beside it as Zaque held onto the curve of her hip from behind with an iron grip.

His chest pressed flush against back now, too, not letting even an inch between them despite sweat-slicked skin and trembling limbs.

Coco’s vision blurred, tears spilling freely down her flushed cheeks, but not from pain. No.. It was too much in the best way possible— every nerve felt alive, every touch sending jolts of pleasure so intense they shook her entire body.

He was so gentle, yet so intense.

Zaque had his face buried into the junction where Coco’s neck and shoulder connect— his teeth sinking into soft skin as he held onto her trembling hand pressed against the pillow beside her head.

Zaque ripped his mouth from her shoulder, leaving behind a glistening mark, his lips swollen and breathing ragged.

He braced himself with his other hand planted beside Coco’s head, muscles straining as he pushed deeper and drove into her hard— once, twice, as if punishing the both of them for how long they had waited.

Zaque’s skin was slick with sweat, every nail mark Coco had left on his back burning. The sting only spurred him on, pushing into her deeper, harder, like he wanted to brand himself inside her.

His breath came in ragged bursts as he gripped the sheets beneath his hand.

"Coco." He moaned through parted lips, his hips stuttering for a second before finding that delicious rhythm again.

"Coco." Zaque breathed out, hitched, raw, and desperate, his hips pistoning into her, every thrust was deeper than the last, every ragged groan spilling from his lips as he lost himself in her sending a jolt of pleasure down her spine.

"Give me your baby." He begged, leaning down and whispering against her ear, voice wrecked and pleading. "G-Give me your babies."

Coco buried her face into the pillow, muffling a broken whimper as pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling beneath Zaque’s relentless pace, nails clawing at the sheets as she came undone for what felt like the hundredth time.

Her gasps were ragged, each one punctuated by another sharp thrust from him.

She was overstimulated, but he didn’t stop.

Zaque let out a groan when Coco clenched around him, tight and perfect— her body milking every last drop of pleasure from his.

His forehead pressed against her nape, sweat-slick skin sticking to hers as he shuddered.

"O-Oh, that’s it." He choked out, his hips stuttered into a stop as his own release filled her up. "That’s it.. Give it to me."

Coco panted hard, her breath catching with shaky gasps. She had lost track of how long they had been at it, her mind swimming in a haze of pleasure and need.

But through the haze.. One thought nudged at the edges of her mind.

No one would come knocking, would they?

She was suddenly very aware of how loud she was. She was sensitive, hyper-aware of every little movement he makes, and she trembled when he gently pulled out.

She could still feel him— the loss suddenly felt like a gaping hole, and she couldn’t stop the whimper that broke from the back of her throat.

Zaque was breathless, his chest heaving from exertion, but he held himself up just above her, staring at the smooth skin on her flushed back and couldn’t stop himself from running his gaze down her form, pausing at the mark on her shoulder he had left behind.

It was deep.

Leaning down, Zaque pressed his lips against her nape. "You did so well for me, Coco."

Coco’s body sank into the softness of his bed, every muscle in her body worn out from the pleasure he had continuously given her.

She closed her eyes, a quiet bliss settling over her.

"You did so well for me as well, Zaque." She murmured, almost as an after-thought. "Thank you.."

Her words were soft— a gentle whisper edged with exhaustion, but the sincerity of them echoed through the room. It caused Zaque’s chest to swell, warmth curling through him at the words.

"I love you." He mumbled, his eyes glistening with tears. "Sleep now."

Coco hummed, her hand moved weakly to pat the empty space beside her, her tired body craving his warmth, but Zaque only chuckled and shook his head.

Coco frowned, and before the words of protest left her lips, he reassured her, gentle, but firm.

"Not yet." The mediator hummed, pushing the sticking hair away from her forehead. "I’ll clean you up. I’ll join you after. I promise."

She huffed, not wanting to be away from him, but his tone left no room for argument.

She knew he wouldn’t yield so she sighed and nodded. "Fine, but hurry."

Zaque gave her forehead another soft press of his lips, lingering just a second longer than necessary before pulling away.

"Sleep tight, Coco." He murmured, voice low and warm like the blanket he tugged up over her.

He got off the bed to grab a damp cloth from the bathroom sink, already planning how to clean every trace of their heat from her trembling limbs.

Coco tried to fight off the exhaustion, determined to stay awake until Zaque finished.

She wanted to see the soft expression on his face, the gentle way he touched her, but the moment he started cleaning her with a warm, soft cloth, the warmth his touch brought started taking hold.

By the time he finished, she was fighting a losing battle with heavy lashes— eyes fluttering as she fought to keep them open.

Before Coco knew it, she drifted off to sleep before he could settle beside her.