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Zara's heart was pounding in her chest as she scanned the lavish house, her eyes darting around in search of Baseer. Feeling abandoned for what seemed like an eternity, fear and worry consumed her thoughts. Suddenly, a mysterious figure emerged, wearing a mask that hid his identity.
"Your husband is a deceitful scoundrel," the stranger stated, his voice muffled by the mask. "Leave him, and I will give you the world."
Zara's eyes widened in disbelief. "All I want is my husband," she declared, attempting to push past the stranger. His strength was formidable, causing her to stumble and fall onto the plush bed. "I only want my husband," she cried out.
The masked man chuckled sinisterly, claiming, "I can treat you like a queen in this house that truly belongs to me. Your husband keeps you in rags."
Before the intruder could lay a hand on her, Zara instinctively kicked at his groin with all her might, causing him to crumple in agony on the bed. Grunts of pain filled the room, accompanied by the sound of laughter that made Zara turn to see Baseer standing in the doorway. The man groaning in pain said,"Boss,your woman is very strong!"
"That's my woman you fool. Get out now!"
"Why does he call you 'Boss'?" Zara demanded, anger quivering in her voice. "He tried to harm me!"
With a smirk, Baseer gestured for the man to depart. "This house is under my ownership," he proclaimed, his gaze fixed on Zara. "I intended to test you, to ascertain if you had transformed."
Zara's narrowed eyes blazed with fury. "You doubted me?" she spat. "I detest you now."
Unmoved by her outburst, Baseer advanced towards Zara, swiftly hoisting her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom despite her protests and struggles.
"Let me go! I'd rather be out on the streets," Zara protested vehemently.
Baseer brushed off her resistance. "Not after you stole my heart, my wild cat," he retorted.
Zara's determination escalated as she kicked and screamed in a desperate bid to flee, but Baseer persisted. He secured her hands to the bedpost before beginning to undress.
Zara's heart raced as she watched him undress, her body quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Baseer, is this real?" she whispered.
With his pants off, Baseer confirmed, "Yes baby,I am going to consummate our Nikah."
Zara's eyes widened at the sight of his impressive size, and she couldn't help but shiver in fear. "It won't fit inside me," she protested. "I am a virgin, Baseer. Please, it will hurt."
But Baseer was gentle, taking his time to undress her and kiss her forehead. His hands moved slowly, tracing her body as she blushed.
"Don't worry, I will be very gentle with you," he whispered, his lips grazing against her ear.
Zara let out a moan as he entered her, a mix of pain and pleasure rushing through her. It was a whole new sensation, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Yet, Baseer was patient, his movements slow and deliberate as he filled her completely.
"Yes, oh yes," Zara cried out, her body quivering with pleasure.
Baseer groaned, feeling her tight grasp around him, her body craving more. He thrust deeper, picking up pace as he claimed her completely.
Zara's moans grew louder, their bodies syncing in rhythm. She felt a rush like never before, a sense of being wanted and alive. In that moment, as they moved as one, Zara realized she had won Baseer's heart.
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
Lãng mạn"Don't be so rough," she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sultan's tongue plunged into her folds, savagely tasting her innocence. She cried out, her body writhing beneath him. His fingers joined the assault, mercilessly fucking her tight ent...
