He opened his eyes and spoke “mine,” saying he raised his eyebrow.
I nod, “Mine and only mine,” and hug him tightly.
“He took a deep breath and spoke, how are you feeling? It is still painful.” caressing my cheek.
I shake my head.
We stayed in each other’s arms for some time, as no words were exchanged. Sometimes your silence is serene.
“My King, I think we should get back to the palace. Mom and Dad are supposed to leave today. And if we are not there, I will not look good.
He hmms in reply and tightens his grip on me for a few minutes, then lets me go.
I got up, and then I realized I was not wearing anything. How will I go to the restroom?
Amm, my king. Can you close your eyes for some time?” I spoke, clutching the blanket to my chest. As embarrassment was at its peak.
“Why?” He spoke, looking at his mobile.
“Ammm, I want to go to the washroom, so…” I bit my lips, feeling a little self-conscious.
“So?”
‘Stupid, can’t he understand what I am trying to say?’ I gritted my teeth, looking at the floor.
“No, I mean, close your eyes, please.” I will try again.
“There is nothing I have not seen, Ara. So now go before I change my mind and keep you on this bed for the whole day. And I believe you know that you will not be sitting on the bed the whole day. Hmmm?” He spoke, smirking.
“You have become shameless, Azar.” I blushed hard upon hearing this.
He chuckles, hearing me.
I look at my scarf, pick it up, wrap it around my body, and run towards the washroom to lock it.
I finished my business and wore the bathrobe.
‘My clothes? I brought nothing, as Azar has not informed me about this plan. Now what do you do?’ I thought, choking my lips.
‘I guess I must wear the same as I was wearing.’ Thinking that I went out to get the same clothes. Azar was sitting on the bed, doing something on his phone.
Before I pick up my clothes, I say, “Your clothes are in the closet.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Who kept it there?”
“I arranged everything before we came here, My Queen. If you forget, I am a man of perfection.” He spoke, still looking at his phone.
SANYA POV
Aunty, this was not done. Our plans are all failing one after the other. You promised me you would do something, but you and your uncle failed miserably all the time.” Sanya was fuming in anger in her room in the palace.
Princess, we are trying our best, but Sire and his security team are not only smart but clever as well; they are always one step ahead of us,” Aunty says, looking at her while pacing in the room.
“We need to think something else because solid. I do not think we can harm a strand of Ara until the Azar is in her favour. Now we need to do something that goes against Ara.” Sanaya spoke, looking aimlessly at the wall in front of her.
“So, find out something that Azar hates the most, and we will work accordingly.” Aunt’s smirk did not go unnoticed by Sanya.
“I already know what he hates the most.” Sanya smirk.
“Good, let us make a full-proof plan this time, and I will make sure she will be out of Sire’s life in no time.” Aunt’s eyes glim in an evil grin.
Sanya nodded in agreement, fury in her eyes of revenge, hate, and hunger for power.
Farmhouse
I smiled, nodded, and opened the closet, and there were so many clothes waiting for me and Azar. As far as I can tell, all of the brands are new.
That reminds me of how he came to know my size. Let me ask him.
“Amm, my king.”
“Hmmm.”
“How do you know my size? I mean, I understand my clothing size might be guessed, but how do you know the perfect size of my inners?” I finally voiced my thoughts.
Finally, he looks up. His gaze followed me from head to toe. Getting up from the bed, he padded towards me. And let me not forget, he is completely naked. My heartbeat rose like a racing car as I clutched the dress tightly in my hand.
He holds me by my waist and opens the knot of my bathrobe and the entire front of his display.
I gasp at this sudden movement, and before I react to anything, he grabs my breast, and his thumb stares at my nipple, which pricked just by seeing his naked body.
“Baby, I am a man, and if nothing else, a man always knows the size of his woman. And I know every size of yours. From your finger to your pants.” saying he locks his lips with mine.
My hand found its way to his hair, and he pressed his naked body against mine. I could feel his adulthood touching my abdomen.
He picked me up from the floor and made me lie on the bed, and our lips are still locked, hungry for each other. My hand went to his shoulder and then to his abs. ‘God, this is a haven,’ I thought.
He spread my legs, took his position, and teased me with his manhood on my dripping, wet vagina.
I moan loudly; this is all making me dizzy, and I am sweating hard.
He slowly enters. I clutched his shoulder due to pain, but not as bad as it was yesterday. In some time, that pain became pleasure, and he stared, thrusting into me slowly.
“Azar, please, a little faster.” I do not know why, but this slips from my mouth. Even I wonder how I know I want his fast moves, but I guess my body knows. Hearing this, he is increasing his speed and putting my legs on his shoulders.
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