After lunch, I wanted to sway with her as soon as possible, so I took permission from grandpa and her father, and they both agreed with that. I noticed her mom was standing and hearing what we were talking, so I looked at her and enjoyed asking her permission, to which she smiled and nodded, and I nodded back.
I went to her and asked her, but hearing her answer, I facepalmed myself.
What does this girl think? Am I that stupid to not know our rituals?
God, this girl will make me a madman soon.
I gave her my deadly glare, and she got the message not to mess with me right now. After nodding, she started walking with me. I notice her asking permission from her mom via eyes, and she gives her that.
I smile. I like the way she respects everyone.
We did not speak anything in the car, which I am thankful for as I need time to calm my nerves or else she has all plans to make me mad one day.
We reached the penthouse, and finally, she asked where we were and why, and I told her why I brought her here.
I made her sit on my lap. I wanted to stay as close as possible to her. I just want her to be in my arms forever.
In a very short time, she has become my drug. Her mare’s presence keeps me sane. I just held her. My fingers are touching her bare stomach, and I so want to roam my hand all over her body, but I control myself as I am satisfied with her closeness right now.
I realized it was almost dinnertime, so I asked her to freshen up, and I went to ask my people about the ready dinner.
I warmed it up and set it on the plate. But when she did not come down, I went to check on her and noticed her looking at my picture.
I hug her from behind, and she stays still and touches my hands.
I like the way she never denies my touch, and I know she likes it as well.
I also know this all is new for her; I could feel the discomfort sometimes, but she never denies my rights.
I took her down to eat the food, and looking at her expression, I knew she liked the food, but then she looked at me, so I cleared up her confusion and said, My people have arranged this; I just heat it.
Hearing this, I could see mischief in her eyes, and she said, “Oh, I did not know our almighty king knows how to heat the food,” and smirked.
And oh, how I want to kiss those smirking lips.
I look at her for a second, then reply, “You don’t know yet what else I can do, My Queen, but I will tell you when the time comes.”
And this time she understood my hidden meaning, looked down, and started eating her food.
I smirked at her and started eating my food as well, and in some time, we were done with dinner.
And I took her back to the bedroom.
I can see the colors have faded from her face, and all I can hear is the bedroom.
This girl is so cute.
But well, baby girl, I know you are not ready, and I don’t want to make you scared.
We sat on the bed, and I could feel her discomfort, so I broke the silence and spoke.
“My Queen, is there anything you want to know about me? You can ask me anything.
Hearing him, she asked, “Is there anything I need to know?”
I turned my face to her side and said, “Yes, there are a few things that are related to me but not about me; however, I will tell you those when the right time comes, but today, I want you to ask me anything that you want to know about me.”
She was looking at me innocently and said, “I want to know you, but my way, I don’t want to know you by words. Whatever I know about you, it has to have a personal touch. I want to see all your emotions for myself. I want to feel your emotions in my heart. I want to go slow with you. So how about we take a baby step into our relationship?
Hearing her, I could not control myself. Suddenly, I turned towards her and put my head on her chest.
I have never hugged any woman, and I have never felt this peace in my life.
I know she is not comfortable, but right now, I need her. I want her body scent.
No one has tried to know me this way.
Every girl I met either had money, looks, or the title of queen, but this girl is different. She purely wants to know me. She wants to know her husband, not a king, and that’s why she is different from others.
Despite her discomfort, she did not push me. Rather, she put her fingers in my hair and started massaging me.
And from today on, she has become my home, my drug, and my heaven.
I press a little more towards her boobs, and I so want to feel them.
God, they are so soft and all mine.
I so wanted to tear the bloody blouses apart, have a look at them, and suck them senseless, but I controlled myself and stayed in my home for some time.
I hear her low voice asking me about the ring.
I hmmm, and she asks again, Why so?
I said I like simple and unique things, and I knew you would like this too. But I was glad to see you choose the same ring for me as well. At least our choices are the same.
And she “hmmm.”