New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 576: Relieving kisses

"I’m going to check on Coco." The first husband announced, taking off the apron he was wearing and handing it to Alhai.

"Check on Kairo, too." Quizen called over his shoulder, finishing the last bit of the dirty dishes.

"I will be quick." Zaque said, walking out of the kitchen and making his way down the hall to go to the hybrid’s room, but on his way there, he saw the door to the bathroom shut.

He stopped in Kairo’s room first and checked inside to see how he was doing.

"Oh, he’s asleep.." The mediator mumbled and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door quietly. "Guess it’s Coco who went inside the bathroom."

He quickly walked past Kairo’s bedroom and went to the bathroom, his knuckle coming in contact with the wood three times.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

"Coco? Is that you? Are you okay?" Zaque knocked on the bathroom door, worried that his wife may have a stomachache from all of the things that happened.

Zaque pressed his palm on the door, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.

He raised his hand again and softly knocked on the bathroom door that echoed softly through the hallway, but before Zaque could even process it, a sudden creak signaled that the door was opening.

The mediator brightened up and a sigh of relief escaped his lips, only for a hand to shoot out and in an instant, he found himself pulled inside— his back pressed firmly against the now closed door with Coco’s arms caging him in place.

Her body was close enough for him to feel her warmth radiating against his chest, causing his breath to hitch slightly at her proximity and unexpected move.

"Coco.?" He murmured cautiously under his breath while looking down at her with wide eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Zaque’s attention focused on Coco and he noticed her breathing was slightly elevated, her eyes locked onto Zaque’s with an intense, almost desperate expression.

"Zaque.." She mumbled, her voice was barely more than a whisper as she asked her question. "Can I kiss you?"

The request was unexpected, taking Zaque off guard.

His heart skipped a beat, his own breath catching in his throat as he gazed into her eyes— the air felt charged, the tension between them suffocating, in a good way, as they stood mere inches apart.

Zaque’s face filled with warmth, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly as he nodded in agreement.

How could he refuse her? He loved her completely, and even the thought of denying her something as simple as a kiss felt impossible.

"Use your words, lovely." Coco murmured, causing him to bite his lower lip.

Just what is wrong with Coco?

But he took a deep breath, his gaze still locked with hers, and whispered softly "Y.. Yes, please.."

Coco’s lips curled up into an infectious smile, and it sent Zaque’s heart fluttering within his chest, but that sensation turned into something much more intense when she tugged his head down and captured his lips with hers.

The unexpected contact sent a jolt through him, a surge of heat spread across his face and down his neck.

His mind became blank except for the feeling of her lips pressing fiercely against his own, a flurry of pleasurable sensations flooded his thoughts and made it impossible to think of anything else.

Their tongues tangled together and Zaque found himself noticing a faint, metallic taste on her lips, but the distraction of the kiss quickly took over his senses, causing his focus to shift completely to the way their mouths were moving against each other.

The heat and pressure of her lips against his consumed his thoughts, her tongue wrestling with his and making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else, including the strange taste on her tongue.

Coco pressed herself closer against his body, her body molding against his in a way that made his heart pound even harder.

Her hand slid slowly down his chest, leaving a trail of heat in its wake while her other hand threaded through his hair, her fingers tangling in the silky strands.

The proximity of her, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body against his.. All of it was overwhelming.

Coco broke away from the kiss just as Zaque felt himself on the verge of gasping for air, but he didn’t even have a moment to catch his breath before her lips traced a path along the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Coco.." A low, strangled moan escaped his throat, his body shuddering in response to her lips against his sensitive flesh.

Zaque’s breath hitched as Coco’s kisses grew increasingly frantic, a flicker of concern cutting through the haze of pleasure, but once again, before he could fully process it, she suddenly pulled away— only to be roughly shoved down onto the toilet seat.

Zaque’s eyes went wide in surprise at her sudden forcefulness, his heart pounding from both confusion and desire.

He stared up at her with parted lips, waiting for an explanation.. Or another move, but she remained panting and staring down at him, a hungry glint in her eyes.

"Coco...?" He managed to whisper shakily between breaths.

Then, all of a sudden, Coco knelt down in front of him, causing Zaque’s face to flush a deep shade of crimson.

Coco’s gaze darted down on the clear evidence of his arousal— the tent on his pants.

"W-wait.." He managed to stutter out, his voice cracking slightly as he gazed down at her. "Coco.. What are you..?"

Coco fluttered her eyelashes, looking up at him with an expression that was equal parts innocent and teasing, as her nose brushed against his inner thigh— softly, deliberately.

"Zaque.. I love you." She murmured, her voice breathy. "I need you right now."

The way she said it, desperate and whiny, sent a shiver down his spine, his pulse roared in his ears as he struggled to form a coherent thought.

But then again, how can he say no?