I know fifteen languages, I have twenty-seven identities, and know how to kill a man thirty-two different ways with my bare hands. So how did I run into you? How out of all six billion people in the world did we cross paths? You know me from school, I know you for being in One Direction. So leave me when you can, Zayn Malik, because I'm the world's most wanted secret agent and I'm only nineteen. But before you go, I want you to kiss me but I need you to Baise-Moi.

*Ages +15* **Some words are in French, you can use Google Translate for translation purposes**


20. Help Me Feel You

+15 for obvious reasons :) 

Zayn ordered for a car to pick us up, no questions asked. 

"I c-can't," I stuttered, still trembling from mentioning my biggest secret. "The boys."

"Shh," he whispered, his hands supporting both sides of my face. "They'll be fine." 

I wanted to believe him, I truly did, but I wasn't sure if I could. But it didn't stop me from stepping into the black SUV or having Zayn holding tightly onto my hand the entire way back to the flat. 

I stayed in silence the entire way. I wasn't sure what to say. 

The car pulled into the gated complex and once parked Zayn slid out of the car and helped me. There was hardly anyone around and the flat was dark except for the little lamps in each of the windows. I only installed those so the hidden cameras could catch anything in good light and bad light. 

Zayn opened the front door and I walked in silence to the kitchen. I could hear his footsteps behind me, but I went to a cupboard pulled out a glass and filled it with water. I leaned over the counter, sipping the water, trying to regain the oxygen back in my lungs. 

I stood straight, took a big breath, and then as I exhaled felt the tingling sticky breath of him on my neck. He pulled my hair to one side and soon I felt his lips graze my sensitive skin right below my ear. Tears started to well in my eyes, my emotions were so high. 

I turned around quickly, startling him, but sobbing, "I'm s-so sorry."

"Oh fuck Giselle, I should be apologizing. I had no fucking idea," he whispered as his forehead leaned against mine. "I should've never gone, I should've stayed with you."

"That was too long ago," I sobbed. "Damn it Zayn, I needed you and you weren't there."

"Shh, I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere." 

I looked up into his onyx eyes, "You promise?" 

"I rather die than loose you again," he muttered, before his lips raced down onto mine catching me off guard. 

My hands found their way snuggled into his shirt, pulling him closer. I needed to know that he was there, and not some hallucination I've dreamed up. 

I would let him in control, because I was too unstable to actually take action. He made the movements, the desires, the kisses last. Soon I felt his hand smooth down my waist and land onto my ass as he picked me up and placed me atop his hips as I felt him move beneath me. I didn't let his lips leave mine though as I felt him take step by step up the stairs. Damn he was good. 

We made it into his room and I heard him kick the door close behind us as he dropped me onto the bed. Disappointing me from the separating connection. 

I placed my hands back on his shirt to pull him down to me, but he took hold of my hands and as he pushed me down onto the soft bed he rose my arms above my head. My head arched back as he placed kisses down my neck and around the sweetheart neckline of my dress. 

He intertwined his fingers with mine as he continued to kiss me, tease me. I was slowly turning back to myself, he was bringing me back to reality and if he kept this up he would be the one pinned to the bed. 

I had to show him I was ready and I pushed my hips upward against him and I heard him growl against my lips as I pressed against his erection. Damn I needed him inside me. 

This instant. This moment. Right now. 

I turned my head, making him pull away from my lips. I looked back up into his eyes. "I need you. I want you to make me scream you name." 

His eyes grew with want and desire as he swallowed. This was another side of him as he slammed the zipper down my back and soon my dress was yanked from my body. I pushed back his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing his chiseled chest. I ran my fingernails down his chest as I unbuttoned his trousers. 

He pushed down the excessive clothing with his feet as he unhooked my bra, throwing it to the floor. He soon pushed me down once again onto the bed and drug his tongue down the center of my body, heating my skin. He kissed the skin where my underwear started and soon he was pulling the fabric away. 

His fingers glided on the inner parts of my thigh until reaching my sensitive spot which was already warm and wet with desire. I moaned as I rose my arms above my head, my fingers tightening on the fabric of the pillows. He slowly placed his fingers at my entrance and slid inside, causing me to gasp with pleasure. 

His fingers made slow thrusts which turned quicker as he placed a kiss above my belly button. I was so turned on that he could have me orgasm around his fingers. I needed him inside me, I needed him now. 

"Zayn," I moaned. "Please, don't make me beg." 

The weight shifted on the bed as I opened my eyes and stared into his eyes that now sparkled with ecstasy. "I want you to never harm yourself again."

"Then be my shield."

"Let me protect you, let me love you." 

"Wish granted," I simply said as he placed his lips over mine. His hand traced down my body and soon disappeared as he guided himself inside of me. 

I removed my lips from his as I moaned, my head arching back, my eyes rolling. He was so different, so new, so big, so firm. His head rested in the crook of my neck as he slowly made even thrusts inside of me. 

"Damn you're so tight," he muttered. 

"It's been awhile," I groaned. "Faster."

"Giselle," he started. "Don't rush."

"I'm not," I breathed. "It just feels so good."

"Then relax, here," he whispered as his same hand reached down in between us and stopped over top my clit. 

"Uh," I moaned louder. "F-fuck, don't stop." 

In time, without me begging, asking, or requesting his thrusts begun to grow faster and harder. Reaching deeper and deeper inside of me. I was trembling with pleasure as my arms went around his neck, and just when I thought we have reached our limit, both of us moaning loudly in pleasure, Zayn pulls my arms free from his neck and intertwines his fingers with mine. 

Just as our grip on each other tightened I gave up into him. Reaching my peak, gasping. Zayn continued his thrusts through my orgasm, pushing through my tightened walls as he groaned into my lips. 

"Fuck," he muttered. 

"Your turn," I smiled against him. 

"No," he breathed and as my walls relaxed he pulled free of me. He kissed me once more before sitting up.

"What's wrong?" I sat up beside him.

"I don't have protection," he muttered. "I wanted for this all to be about you anyway. I needed to help you feel, I want you to feel me." He took my hand and placed it over his chest. "I need you to know that I'm here for you. I had to show you that I'm forever devoted."

He was starting to make no sense. "Zayn." I stood up pulling a blanket with me, covering my bare skin. 

His head turned away from me and I used that moment to reach for the belt that was tied around my thigh but now lay on the floor. I pulled two gel white pills from a little plastic bag and placed both in my mouth, knowing that only one would dissolve. Why? It was a headquarters-created medication. One for you and one for your partner. 

"I feel terrible for you to not enjoy what we just did."

His head snapped in my direction. "I did enjoy it. Every moment of it." 

"I feel like I owe you something."

"What?" He crawled closer to me, placing his hands on waist. "You don't owe me shit."

"I owe you this," I muttered as I placed my lips over his. I slid the non-dissolved white pill onto his tongue and as he pulled away it was too late. The pill has already disappeared on his tongue. 

"What was that?" 

I pushed him back onto the bed as I let the blanket drop around my feet. He lay back as the pill quickly took affect. "Fall asleep," I whispered as we lay on our sides hazily looking into each other's eyes. "Remember that dream you had when I once drugged you?"

"Mm," he nodded. 

"Well together we will have the same experience. So take me to your dreams, Mr. Malik. Show me your memory, your enjoyment." 

"I love you," he whispered, before falling in a slumber. 

"I love you too," I smiled before I too gave into the drug and joined him in another wish of pleasure. 

Whoa, fuck, I love this chapter. I was like holding my breath the entire time, and just finally could breathe. Ugh. Now I know why you all love this Movella so much. 

Please comment, like, and favorite!!

Much love, Morgan xx

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