A rich and handsome blind man {edited}

[WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT DOESN'T SUIT AGES UNDER 17. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.] 

Vesna lay back on the bed, her mind replaying the day's events. Victor's offer to be her bodyguard had left her with no choice but to accept without a fight. She couldn't risk engaging him without raising questions about her skills - skills he had taught her himself. While she was confident she could have bested him, doing so would have opened a Pandora's box of questions she wasn't prepared to face. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be ready to confront that part of her life.

Lost in her thoughts, Vesna didn't notice Ziyan emerging from the bathroom after his shower, clad only in a bathrobe. He stood there for a moment, seeming to stare in her direction as he toweled his hair dry. Instead of heading to the walk-in closet to change into his pajamas, Ziyan walked over to the bed and sat beside her. 

Ziyan leaned over her, close enough that water droplets from his damp hair fell onto Vesna's face, startling her out of her reverie. Her breath caught in her throat at his sudden proximity. Without his glasses, she could clearly see his deep brown eyes.

"Are you still worried about having a bodyguard?" Ziyan asked softly. "Don't worry. Victor is one of my best men. You'll hardly notice he's following you."

Vesna wanted to tell him that she knew exactly how capable Victor was, but she held back. Instead, she found herself reaching up, locking her arms behind Ziyan's neck. Her voice came out as a whisper, tinged with curiosity and a hint of playfulness. "Sometimes, looking into your eyes like this... it makes me wonder if you're really blind."

Ziyan stiffened at her question, his expression momentarily frozen in surprise. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could find the words, Vesna pulled him closer, her lips crashing onto his in a sudden, fervent kiss.

The unexpected kiss caught Ziyan off guard. He instinctively placed his hands on the bed beside her, bracing himself so as not to crush her beneath him.

"You don't need to answer what you don't want to tell me," she murmured against his lips.

Hearing her words, Ziyan's body relaxed. His hands moved to cup her face, drawing her closer. The kiss deepened, a hungry dance of tongues and open mouths. Ziyan's hands slid from her face to her shoulders, and with a swift, fluid movement, he shifted their positions, rolling them onto the bed so that Vesna was on top. 

Ziyan's hands roamed along her back, his touch sending shivers through her. Each caress sent ripples of sensation through her, making her body respond instinctively. 

Vesna's hands slipped inside Ziyan's robe, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest. Slowly, her lips trailed a path down Ziyan's neck, her breath warm against his skin. A shiver ran through him as she nibbled his skin, leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh. Ziyan's eyes closed as Vesna's lips found his collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. Her fingers pulled aside the edge of his robe, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest. She leaned down and kissed the top of his chest, her lips lingering on the soft skin.

"We still haven't completed our wedding," she murmured against his skin, her voice low and husky.

Ziyan opened his eyes, his breath coming in shallow bursts. He pulled her up so they were face-to-face, his eyes darkened with desire. 

"Are you sure about this?" His hands moved to the back of her neck, his fingers gripping the nape as he drew her closer. This time, there was a bite to his kiss, a slight tug on her lower lip that elicited a soft moan from her throat. "Because I won't stop once I start."

Vesna's response was a breathy, almost playful smile. "You don't have to."

Ziyan's lips captured hers again, the kiss deepening with an urgent need that matched the growing desire between them.

He moves his mouth down to her earlobe, giving it a slight tug with his teeth. His hand reaches down to her hip, pulling you closer to him. Vesna let out a soft moan, her body pressing closer to his. She could feel his hard length pressing against her through their clothes.

"I want to feel you," Ziyan whispered. 

His hands moved to the zipper of Vesna's dress. His fingers traced the path of the zipper slowly, savoring the moment as he gradually pulled it down. He pulled the dress down from her shoulders, allowing it to cascade off her arms and poll around her waist, revealing the intricate design of the red lace bra she wore underneath.

Ziyan sat up, wrapping his arm around her waist. His lips found the side of her neck, his tongue trailing a heated path from her earlobe down to her collarbone. Vesna tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Ziyan started to tease her breasts, his hands massaging the delicate skin through the sheer lace of her bra. 

Slowly, his hand trailed behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps fell down her arms and Ziyan's fingers traced the edges of the cups as he slowly tugged it down, revealing her breasts. His hands roamed over her, his fingers tracing the curves of her chest before pausing to tease the hardened tips of her nipples. Vesna moaned, her eyes closing as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. 

He leaned forward, his lips tracing the path his fingers had taken moments before, nuzzling the space between her breasts. Vesna tangled her fingers in his hair. Her hips squirmed on the bed as her body responded to his touch. Her breath quickened as his lips reached the side of her breast, his hot breath tickling her skin.

A gasp escaped her lips as Ziyan took her nipple between his lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she arched her body towards him, her hips moving of their own accord. Ziyan sucked gently, his tongue circling her nipple. His fingers pinched her other nipple, teasing it between his thumb and index finger. His hands trailed down her body, tracing the curve of her waist.

"Ziyan," she gasped, her fingers still tangled in his hair. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the wetness of his tongue as he started to suckle at her breast. "you're driving me crazy."

He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. "That's the plan." 

Ziyan's fingers moved from her nipple to her waist, his hand sliding underneath her skirt, cupping her buttocks. 

Vesna's breath quickened as his fingers danced lightly over the fabric of her lacy panty, teasing her clit just enough to send shivers down her spine.She felt his lips move from her chest, a soft chuckle escaping him as he spoke, "So wet, all for a blind man."

"A rich and handsome blind man," she corrected him