Chapter 53: No One Else For Me But You
*Jasmine*
Jasmine’s heart thundered, echoing the ripples of the satin sheets beneath them as they lay in each other’s arms. But the air felt heavier, as if soaked in anticipation of more to come.
“How do you feel?” Zain pushed back her hair, breathless, his eyes filled with concern.
“I’m fine. Ready to go again?”
Zain laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Zain sat up, bringing her with him as he held her in his arms, his lips descending upon hers in a passionate kiss. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Neither have I.” She hated herself for the thought but had to know. “Have you ever been in love before?”
He sighed, lost in thought, as his hard cock rubbed against her pussy lips, causing them to twitch. “I thought I had been in the past, but it was nothing like this. Now, I know I’ve never truly loved anyone else before… until now. Jasmine, no matter what happens between us, you’ll always be the one.”
“Shush….” Jasmine gently pressed her finger to his lips. “Let’s not talk about anything else right now but us. Now. Everything else, we’ll deal with later.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with desire and want. At that moment, she was tempted to stay married to him and move with him to USC for him to finish his senior year. With her grades, she could easily transfer, even this late. But she didn’t want to hold him back.
If she transferred, he’d have to move on when he graduated, and she’d have to stay at USC. She didn’t want him to be saddled with a wife while he was trying to make his dreams come true.
No, she couldn’t do that to him. He had waited too long for this, for him to accomplish his dreams. And she wouldn’t let him give it up, not now that it was within reach.
But they could deal with that later. He was here now, with her. But no matter what happened between them, Zain was hers… and always will be.
Jasmine ran her hand over his sculpted chest, each muscle a testament to his quiet strength. Her fingertips grazed the warmth of his skin, causing her heart to pound as she traced the lines that time and dedication had etched into his sculpted form.
His breath hitched slightly under her touch, a silent symphony of desire that spoke directly to her core. Jasmine felt the magnetic pull between them, an invisible thread woven through their intertwined bodies, tugging them closer with a force beyond gravity.
“Jasmine,” Zain whispered, his voice a velvet caress within the charged air. His eyes, dark and deep, held galaxies of unspoken promises, drawing her into his gaze.
He was her husband now, and the word seemed to unlock something primal within her.
The world narrowed the space between them as he crushed his lips to hers, the beat of their hearts syncing in a rhythm older than time. As his lips caressed hers, Jasmine forgot the flutter of nerves, the weight of expectations. There was only Zain, his taste, and the feel of his hands, reverent and bold, exploring the map of her body as though charting a treasured landscape.
He held her close to his body as desire filled them both again.
With each kiss, with every deliberate touch, Jasmine surrendered to the moment, to the passion unfurling within her. When he pushed into her again, this time, she was an equal participant. Their movements were a dance, a give-and-take that spoke of new beginnings and ancient instincts.
This time, she rolled him over and took control, pushing down onto him over and again as his hands and lips explored her breasts, her body. All pain from before had given way to pleasure, filling her to her core.
Together, they chased the crescendo building within, a harmony of two becoming one.
Zain flipped her over and pushed into her hard and fast. This time, he held nothing back.
He slid her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her as his fingers traced her clit, filling her with desire.
Zain’s name fell from her lips, a declaration as she claimed him as hers… forever. And when the wave broke, carrying them both over the edge once again, Jasmine knew that this was only the beginning of their journey, measured not in days or miles but in the infinite moments of connection shared between two souls bound by love.
No matter where he was, she would always love him. Only him.
Then he turned her over, pulling her ass into the air, and pushed into her again, causing a sensation to run through her unlike any she had experienced before as his cock hit something inside her she never even knew existed. “Oh, God! I’m going to come again!”
“Do it, baby,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “I’ve waited a long time to watch you come undone around me.”
She pushed back against him, matching each of his thrusts, as passion filled her again until her walls clamped down around him, milking him until they both went over the edge together.
One thing about athletes: they have stamina.
He kissed her back and collapsed onto the bed beside her, pushing her hair back to look into her eyes. “Come here.” He pulled her to his chest and traced lazy circles over her back and down to her ass. “Did I hurt you?”
Jasmine raised her head from his chest to gaze into his eyes. “Never.”
“How was it… for you?” Passion and sincerity filled his eyes as he brushed her hair away from her face to look into her eyes.
“Wonderful… better than I’d ever thought possible.” She tilted her head to the side, gazing into his gorgeous eyes. “How was it for you?”
“Fantastic… the best I’ve ever had.” One corner of his lips curled into a smile.
“Really?”
He chuckled, nodding. “Yeah… by a long shot.”
“Well, I don’t want to think about you being with anyone else right now, so shut up and kiss me.” She pulled his lips to hers, and passion threatened to drag them under again.
But before he surrendered to passion, he gave her another sweet kiss and pulled back, his expression suddenly serious. “Jasmine, there will never be anyone else for me but you.”
She nodded, not wanting to think about him with other women. Not now. But she felt the same way. “There’ll never be anyone else for me but you, either… no matter what happens between us.”
Before he could object, her lips crushed down onto his, and all conversation stopped.
They were here now, and they belonged to each other now… no matter what the future held.
***
Zain
Zain and Jasmine lay on the bed Sunday night, eating a pizza. They had takeout sent in and hadn’t left their hotel room since they entered it. They were officially married now—no matter how long it lasted—and could do what they wanted for only a few more glorious hours.
Zain’s heart sank, hating the thought of having to say goodbye to her the following day. He had waited for her his whole life. And now that he had found her, he wasn’t going to let her go.
“Come with me to USC,” he breathed against her skin, the pizza forgotten.
She rolled him over onto his back and lay across his chest, looking into his eyes. “Zain, we talked about this….”
“I know, but we’ll have a whole year to figure something out.” He hated the thought of leaving her behind after graduation, but he hated the thought of losing her more.
Jasmine kissed his chest as her beautiful brown hair fanned over him, framing her gorgeous face. “Zain, I don’t want to hold you back—”
“You won’t.” He bit his lower lip and released it. “My dream will never be complete without you.”
Jasmine’s smile faded, her expression serious as he ran his hands over the delicate skin of her back. “And mine won’t be complete without you, either.” She cupped his face as she slid up him, her pussy doing wonderful things to his cock. “Zain, you don’t need to be saddled with a wife just when your career is just beginning.”
He flipped her over and gazed into her eyes, filled with desire. “I would never be ‘saddled’ with you.”
She placed her hand on his cheek. “Zain, no matter what happens, please tell me this won’t be the last time I see you.”
“I promise.” He lined himself up with her core, desire flooding him. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Then he rolled his hips into her, causing her to gasp as she gripped his back. This time, he took his time, wanting her to feel the full extent of his love for her, to truly make love to her. “I love you, Jasmine, and I always will.”
“I love you, too, Zain… always.” She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers, her tongue brushing across his as she wrapped her gorgeous legs around his waist, giving him full access.
Waves of passion and emotion rushed over him as he gave her his love, as he gave her everything. No matter what happened between them, she would always have his heart.
He kissed down her neck and to her breast, swirling his tongue around the hard pink bud, and then moved over to the other, never breaking his stride.
Then he kissed her neck and looked into her eyes, committing her… this moment… to memory.
Zain’s hands traced the contours of Jasmine’s body as he made love to her, his fingers memorizing each curve as if it were their last dance. His heart ached with the knowledge that when dawn broke, they would part ways—a decision made from necessity rather than desire. But in this stolen moment, he was determined to etch every detail of her into his being.
With every touch, he whispered silent farewells into her skin, each a testament to the depth of their bond. Jasmine responded, her hands exploring his body with an urgency that mirrored his inner turmoil. This time, there was a bittersweet edge to their passion, a sharpened intensity that came from knowing these moments were fleeting.
Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. It wasn’t just their bodies entwining but their souls, seeking solace and strength in their union. Zain kissed Jasmine deeply, savoring the taste of her lips, committing the sensation to memory. He felt her yielding beneath him, and in that surrender, there was a powerful assertion of trust and connection.
As they moved together, the world outside their embrace ceased to exist. The room held only their breaths, their whispers, and the soft sounds of their love. Zain lost himself in the rhythm they created, each motion a shared verse in the poem of their marriage. But no matter how short their marriage may be, she would always be his; she would always be his wife.
Beneath him, Jasmine arched with a grace that left him in awe. Her responsiveness drove him to explore further, to seek out the places that made her gasp, that drew forth the sweetest moans. He cherished each one, storing them away like precious gems.
The intensity of their lovemaking escalated, a crescendo of emotion and sensation that threatened to overwhelm him. Yet, he held on, anchored by the weight of her gaze, by the love that poured from her eyes even as tears brimmed the edges—tears he kissed away with a reverence reserved only for sacred moments.
As they reached the peak of their passion, Zain enveloped Jasmine in his arms, wanting to feel every inch of her as their hearts beat as one. At that moment, he made a silent vow to carry this piece of her with him, no matter where life took them after the morning’s goodbye. With a final shudder, they clung to each other, unwilling to let go, even as sleep began to pull at their consciousness.
In the quiet aftermath, Zain held Jasmine close, their limbs entangled, the evidence of their love still warm on their skin. They didn’t speak; words were inadequate for what they shared. Instead, they breathed in unison, a silent pledge binding them together despite the inevitable separation that would come with the sunrise.
Zain traced the contours of her body, committing each touch to memory. He would sleep later. Now, he was with Jasmine.
As the rays of morning sunshine shone through the window Monday morning, tears filled Jasmine’s eyes, and her shoulders shook as she clung to him. Tears cascaded down his own cheeks as he held her close, knowing this was goodbye.
“Jasmine, I promise you, this isn’t the end.” He pushed back the hair from her beautiful face, his gaze firmly meeting hers, willing her to believe it.
“Zain, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She gazed into his eyes, her sadness mixed with passion breaking his heart. “I’ll always love you.”
“I’ll always love you, too.” He pulled away from her as he slid off the bed and took her hand. Then he led her into the shower, wanting to take care of her, to steal one more moment.
Even though they would say goodbye soon, she was still his now… and always would be.