One Direction Imagines and Preferences Book 3

#359 love bites/scratches - @zaynmalik

Zayn:

The sun light's rays crossed over your bare back. Head stuffed deeply into the pillow with Zayn's arm protectively around your waist. A simmering feeling all over your neck and sides.

"Mmm babe," you could hear that sweet velvety voice barge your morning sleep. You didn't really mind though, seeing that you wake up to him saying something every morning. Once your back felt like it was on fire, you roll over to his sleepy appearance taking in his ruffled hair, lazy eyes and smile, a few scattered love bites and random marks as they laced his skin.

"Yeah Boo," you question tiredly. Somehow his hands found their way to your hair that covered your face from him. Gently removing it.

"God you look so beautiful," he moves closer to you, kissing your face to your bruised neck. He nips at the chaotic skin, glistening it with a coat of him.

"I love your marks, they're perfect." And that's how it was supposed to be, his master piece that he created with his own lips and hands. Making sure he pleased you in any way and shape.