Chapter 227: Iceberg or not, you belong to me.
Zara shoved him aside and started to slip out of bed, but Nathaniel was faster. In one swift move, he caught her by the waist and pulled her back into his arms.
"No more teasing," he whispered in her ear. "I’ll satisfy you."
He kissed her lips again, softer and deeper this time. The previous urgency transformed into a sensual one. His fingers trailed over her skin slowly, feeling the smoothness of her body. His mouth traveled down to her chest, pausing at her cleavage before pushing her bra upward, freeing her breasts.
He took one peak into his mouth while his thumb teased the other, drawing a breathless moan from her. Zara arched beneath him, thrusting up her chest. Her hands clutched the sheets as her body trembled with heat.
"You drive me insane," he mumbled as he swirled his tongue over her nipple until it was hard.
The heat rose inside her to a feverish pitch. "Take me," she urged.
He lifted his head slightly to look at her, a satisfying glint in his eyes. "How could I ever deny you?"
With that, he impatiently removed his clothes and positioned himself between her legs, grinding his erection over her abdomen. But he still didn’t enter her.
Zara let out a frustrated sound, her body straining for him.
"Zara," he whispered, cupping her face. "Can we..." He hesitated for a moment before uttering the next words. "Can you have a baby?"
Zara stilled, startled by the sudden mention of the baby. ’A baby?’ her mind screamed in surprise.
She had always wanted a baby with him, but fate had been cruel. She had lost it both times – in her past life as well as this time. After her miscarriage, she had not dared to think about getting pregnant again, convinced she couldn’t bear the pain of losing another.
Now, hearing him speak of it so suddenly, her heart began to race with hope.
Tears filled her eyes. "Are you sure?" she asked shakily. "You really want a baby... with me?"
"Of course," he said with conviction. "I want to produce as many babies as I can with you." He flashed a teasing grin.
Zara’s expression froze. His teasing infuriated her. She hit him across the arm. "I’m not some baby-making machine. With such a talented brain, develop a machine that can produce babies instead. Don’t look for me."
She tried to shove him away again, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip unyielding.
"But I only want you to be the mother of my children."
Zara opened her mouth to retaliate, but a sharp gasp escaped her as he thrust into her without warning, filling her completely.
His breath came rough and low near her ear. "No one, not even a machine, is allowed to carry my child," he uttered as he started moving in and out.
Zara’s lips parted as if to speak, but only a trembling moan escaped her throat. Every movement of his sent waves of heat through her, scattering her thoughts into fragments. Whatever she had wanted to say vanished completely. All she could think of was him and only him.
With each powerful thrust, she felt her insides clench further and further. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. As the heat rose higher and higher, her cries grew louder.
Nathaniel’s hands traced her curves with hunger, his touch making her tremble in need. The pressure inside her reached the peak. Just as she neared the edge, he slowed, brushing his fingers across her lips.
"Zara..."
"Don’t ask any more questions," she urged breathlessly, tired of answering his questions. "Don’t stop. Keep going..."
He quirked his lips at her impatience. Without a word, he started moving again with full force.
Zara’s eyes widened and her mouth opened into a silent cry as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. The next minute, her body trembled violently as she let out a cry.
Nathaniel didn’t stop; his gaze stayed fixed on her, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed her face as he increased his pace. He found his release, his body convulsing. The room filled with their hurried breaths.
When it was finally over, he rested his forehead against hers, still breathing heavily. Neither spoke for a while. His thumb brushed along her cheek, tracing the faint curve of her lips, still swollen from his kisses.
Zara’s lashes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his.
Nathaniel exhaled slowly. "You okay?"
Zara smiled faintly, her fingers grazing his jaw.
A low chuckle escaped him, his tension finally breaking. He gathered her closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. "You are adorable," he whispered against her skin.
The more he spent time with her, the more he felt drawn to her as if he had an unquenchable hunger toward her.
"I can’t get enough of you. I wasn’t like this before... You made me this way. What have you done to me?"
Zara blinked, momentarily taken aback. She paused to look at him carefully. She wondered if this was the same man who had once treated her coldly, hadn’t wanted to be close to her. And now, he claimed that he had an insatiable desire for her.
Such a transformation... The change felt almost unreal.
She laughed. "Am I dreaming?" she scoffed sarcastically. "Hard to believe you are the same Nathaniel who once flinched from my touch."
Nathaniel’s face was drawn with quiet remorse. He regretted losing five long years to realize that she was what he wanted the most – the one who had brought the light to his monotonous life. No matter how much he tried, it never felt like enough to make up for that time.
Zara continued with playful sarcasm. "I used to think you were an iceberg, impossible to melt. I wasted five precious years of my youth trying to thaw your heart, and all I got was disappointment. If I had found someone else, I’d never have known you had this side to you."
She giggled.
Her teasing words struck a raw nerve within him. "Dare to say that," he roared, gritting his teeth. "Iceberg or not, you belong to me."
Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers in a fierce, claiming kiss.
"Mmm..." Zara tried to push him away, but her struggle only fueled his urgency. His kiss deepened, leaving her breathless.
He was hard again inside her and started moving in a rough movement.
Zara’s resistance melted away as a surge of heat coursed through her, her body instinctively yielding to him. All her protests dissolved, replaced by the dizzying pull of desire.