All Chapters of A DEAL OF SIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarang’s Pov Just as I was about to dismiss the thoughts, I heard the door open, and Zayren stepped back inside. He seemed completely unaware of the turmoil I’d been going through in the past few minutes. His usual calm, confident demeanor was back, but there was a hint of something I couldn’t quite place in his eyes. “Hey, I’m back,” he said, his tone casual as he walked toward me, a faint smile on his lips. I forced a smile back, but I could feel the tension in my body. “Everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, even though I felt anything but. He nodded, though his expression shifted just slightly. “Yeah, just a quick chat. Nothing to worry about.” I wanted to ask more, wanted to know why Jiyeon was involved, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, I kept my focus on the counter, pretending to work, trying to push the unease away. For a moment, there was silence between us, the clatter of plates and utensils filling the space instead of conversation. Then, Zayr

Sarang's Pov “I love you, Sarang,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine once more, softer this time, as if savoring the moment. His words, the way he held me, made everything feel right. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Zayren held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me, as if he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. His chin rested lightly on the top of my head, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe and a hint of vulnerability. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this… for you.” I pressed my cheek against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. His words wrapped around me like a cocoon, making my heart flutter. “You don’t have to wait anymore,” I said softly, my hands clutching his shirt. “I’m here, Zayren. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt my chin up so our eyes met. His gaze was intense, filled with so man

Sarang's Pov “Zayren…” I whispered his name, my voice trembling, but not with hesitation-only need. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes filled with raw passion. “Say it again,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. “Zayren,” I murmured, and at that moment, nothing else mattered. His name slipped from my lips again, more urgently this time, and Zayren’s eyes darkened with desire. Without another word, he leaned down, capturing my lips with his once more. The kiss was deep, possessive, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, his body pressing into mine, and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. I responded in kind, my hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer as if I needed him even more. The heat between us was almost suffocating, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Every inch of my skin seemed to burn with the need for him, and his touch only fueled the fire. Zayren’s lips trailed

Zayren’s POV Her breath hitched, and she arched her back slightly, a silent plea. I chuckled, the sound dark and promise-filled, before lowering my head again. She was already close, I could tell, her body trembling with every touch, every caress. I took my time, though, drawing out her pleasure, making her feel every bit of me. I wanted her to remember this moment, to remember how it felt to fall apart in my arms. Her breathing was ragged now, her gasps turning into soft pleas, her fingers clenching in my hair again. I could feel her nearing the edge, and I knew I had her right where I wanted. I picked up my pace, my tongue and lips working in tandem to bring her even closer. She was whimpering now, her body tense, her muscles quivering. I could tell she was fighting it, trying to hold back, but I didn’t want that. I wanted her to let go, to give in to the pleasure, to the feelings that were building inside her. I wanted her to be completely mine. Her voice was a hoarse whisper

Sarang’s Pov My mind rewound the events of the night before, the memories so vivid I could almost feel his touch again. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, the things he said, the things he did... every moment etched into my heart. My skin tingled with the ghost of his kisses. I almost jumped when I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me flush against his chest. A gasp escaped me as my back pressed against his bare skin, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. My heart stuttered, but before I could say anything, his lips brushed against my ear, and his deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Why did you wake up so early? Let’s sleep a little longer… I want to cuddle you more,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His words, laced with warmth and possessiveness, made my breath hitch. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the way my body melted into his embrace. His scent, his touch, his voice... everything about him wrapped around me, making it impos