All Chapters of Our Twisted Vows : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside and the faint thrum of their shared heartbeat. Imani lay between them, the warmth of Malik at her back and Zariah pressed lightly against her side making every nerve in her body come alive. Every brush of skin, every subtle shift of weight, every lingering glance was a spark, a current that sent shivers through her chest. Zariah’s fingers traced along Imani’s arm again, slower this time, teasing, deliberate, and every brush made her shiver, pulse racing, breath catching. Malik’s hand rested firmly at her hip, steady, confident, a quiet anchor that made the teasing touches from Zariah even more thrilling. “You feel that?” Zariah whispered softly, lips brushing along Imani’s cheek, teasing warmth that made her knees tighten. “This… everything?” Imani tilted her head toward her, letting a shiver run through her as she nodded, heart hammering. “I… yes.” Zariah’s smile was soft, dangerous, playful. Her fingertips lingered o

The room felt electric, charged with the quiet hum of anticipation. Imani sank into the space between Zariah and Malik, feeling the warmth of their bodies press gently against her, each subtle movement sending a ripple of sensation through her chest. Every brush of fingers, every lingering glance, every teasing touch carried a kind of tension she had never experienced before. Zariah leaned in closer, letting her lips brush the curve of Imani’s jaw, teasing, slow, deliberate. Imani’s breath caught, pulse hammering as she let herself melt into the warmth. Her hands moved instinctively, tracing the line of Zariah’s arm, lingering at her shoulder, exploring the smoothness of her skin with a mixture of curiosity and longing. Malik’s hand rested at her waist, firm and steady, grounding her in the overwhelming heat of Zariah’s teasing. His thumb moved in slow circles, deliberate, confident, sending tiny shocks of sensation through her. He didn’t need to speak—his presence alone added a la

Evening had settled over the city, painting the room in soft amber light. The three of them lounged close on the couch, limbs intertwined in the kind of comfortable intimacy that had grown between them over the last day. But tonight, something felt different. Imani’s hands traced along Zariah’s arm, her fingers curling lightly around hers, teasing, playful. Zariah leaned in, brushing her lips along Imani’s jaw, soft and deliberate. The warmth, the teasing, the intimacy made Imani shiver—but this time, her awareness of Malik was sharper. Malik’s hand rested at her waist, but his touch felt just a little tighter, firmer. His eyes flicked toward Zariah more than usual, the confidence she loved in him now threaded with a subtle tension, a flicker of something possessive she hadn’t seen before. “You’re smiling too much at her,” Malik murmured, voice low, a barely perceptible edge in it. “You’ve barely looked at me.” Imani’s pulse quickened—not from fear, but from the sudden surge of el

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the evening lamp. Imani sat on the couch with Zariah, fingers intertwined, leaning closer than usual. The air between them was thick with warmth, playful teasing, and the kind of intimacy that made every nerve in Imani’s body hum. Zariah’s hand traced slowly along Imani’s arm, teasing, lingering, every touch sending shivers up her spine. “You’re tense again,” she murmured, lips brushing lightly along Imani’s jaw. “Relax… just me.” Imani leaned in, letting her forehead rest against Zariah’s, letting the warmth, the teasing, the pressure of her presence take over. She shivered lightly, pulse racing, heart thundering in her chest. “I… I don’t want to resist you,” she admitted softly. From across the room, Malik’s voice broke the quiet. “You’re leaning into her a little too much.” Imani’s eyes flicked up, caught between the teasing spark in Zariah’s gaze and the intensity in Malik’s. He wasn’t shouting, not yet, but there was a sharp edge

With Malik stepped away, even briefly, the tension in the room shifted instantly. The space between Imani and Zariah seemed to hum, charged with anticipation, like static in the air before a storm. Every brush of skin, every subtle touch, made Imani’s pulse race. The quiet intimacy of being alone together stretched each moment, making every small movement feel amplified, electric, and impossible to ignore.Zariah leaned in, fingers tracing along the line of Imani’s arm in slow, teasing circles. “It’s just us now,” she murmured, her voice low, deliberate, and playful. “No one watching. No interruptions.” Her lips curved in that mischievous half-smile that always made Imani’s stomach tighten and her chest warm.Imani swallowed hard, heat blooming low in her chest. She let her fingers curl lightly around Zariah’s, tugging her just a fraction closer, feeling the soft weight of her body and the teasing brush of her fingers. Every second felt magnified. The quiet intimacy, the knowledge tha