Page 234 of Taeja

She mumbled something and wrapped her arms around him. “Sleep…”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Mm,” she mumbled back.

Unsure if Taeja heard what he said, Zain chuckled. He gently laid her on the bed. He went to the bathroom and grabbed all the necessities, then placed them on the bed beside her. Taking his time, he wiped her down with a wet rag, spending extra time between her legs. Her pussy was swollen, and he felt both accomplished and guilty.

“I need to sit her down and talk to her again about her limits,” he said to himself, grabbing a salve to rub the areas he knew would be sore. “I get that she wants me to do anything to her when I need it, but I can’t go all the way yet.”

Sighing, he brushed the locs out of his face before redoing her messy braids. He took her sleeping form into his arms and brought her upstairs to his room. He paused at the door, looking around the room before entering. Zain had to admit that he loved what she did with the place. The house felt more like a home now.

Settling her on the bed, he grabbed one of his shirts and put her in it. Then, he kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. “I love you…” His nose crinkled. “Still feels weird saying it,” he muttered, wondering if he’d ever get the courage to freely say it to her like Damon always did.

Zain admired how they always said it to each other whenever and wherever, and would look at each other like love-sick puppies.

Chuckling at the thought, he lay in the bed beside her. His fingers gently ran over her exposed skin, familiarizing himself with her body, and his skin againsthers. He grabbed one of her hands, tracing the lines in her palm with the tip of his finger. He looked at it from several angles, poking and prodding it.

Why was her hand this tiny?

How did she fit his dick in it?

Could she feel things below her pinky? Or did she need a lot of pressure applied to it like he did?

Taeja stirred, and he quickly dropped her hand, tensing until she settled down.

He released a quiet breath, rolling over onto his side and staring at her. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. Graceful too, like she did in the club that night.

He’d never understand how this woman loved a flawed man like him.

Whichever one of the gods gave him her, he was forever in their debt.

Smiling at the blessing right before his eyes, Zain reached over and pressed his lips against her forehead, lingering a few seconds longer than he normally would.

Light footsteps were headingin the direction of the kitchen. Zain smirked.

“ZAIN!” Taeja announced.

He turned around from the sink, his face a blank slate.

“You heard me?” she asked, her joy dwindling.

“Yes. Still not light enough on your feet.” He smirked, and she rolled her eyes. “Why’d you take so long to wake up?”

“Wa yu mean?”

“I know I always tire you out, but you rarely sleep that long,” he said. He’d hoped he could’ve had his drink of water and return upstairs before she woke up.

“Oh… I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Damon stays on the phone with me until I fall asleep, but it doesn’t feel the same sleeping by myself anymore,” she answered. Limping over to the stool, she started climbing onto it, then decided against it.

“Are you in pain?”

She blushed and looked away. “N-no.”

His eyes narrowed. “Taeja.”

She looked at him. “I feel very… open… back there.”

He tilted his head to the side. “It’ll be back to normal soon.”

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