As the night wore on, Mishti's eyelids began to droop, and she let out a gentle yawn, Gulbahar still latched to her breast.
Sultan, watching the intimate moment, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Sleepy?" he whispered, his voice filled with amusement.
Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help but smile.
"I guess so," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Come, let's get some rest," he said, gently taking Gulbahar from Mishti's arms.
"We'll discuss your punishment later," he whispered.
Mishti's eyes fluttered closed as he tucked her into bed, his hands lingering on her body.
When she woke up the next morning, she found him sitting beside her, watching her with an intense gaze.
"Sultanji.. did you sleep?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't," he replied, his voice low.
Her brow furrowed. "When did you wake up?"
Sultan's smile was enigmatic. "A while ago. You were... restless in your sleep."
"Was I......?"
"Your hands," Sultan said, his voice low and husky, "were exploring me, tracing every contour, every muscle. They lingered on my chest, my abdomen... and lower."
His eyes sparkled with desire, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "I had to restrain myself from taking you right then and there. Your touch ignited a fire within me, and I craved more."
Mishti's face burned with embarrassment, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Sultan. I was trying to spoon Gulbahar in my sleep."
Sultan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No need to apologize, your hands caused me so much trouble. I had to leave the bed and sleep on the sofa to preserve my sanity. Was that your plan?I assure you I didn't melt. I am still angry on you."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Your touch was like a whispered promise, a tease of what's to come."
Mishti's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest.
Sultan's gaze softened, his eyes filled with affection. "And soon, when Gulbahar has her own cradle, you can spoon me instead... or perhaps, we'll be working on another little miracle."
He winked at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mishti's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, and she felt her face grow hotter.
"I... I don't know what to say," she stammered.
Sultan's smile was triumphant. "You don't need to say anything. Your body already speaks volumes. And I am not letting you say because it's your punishment. And I am not being a softie,just trying to figure out your punishment."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Soon, we'll make more memories, together."
Mishti's heart swelled with emotion, and she reached out, her hand brushing against Sultan's.
"Thank you," she whispered, looking up at him.
But save the thanks,her trial wasn't over.
She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her eyes darting around the living room as she faced the stern faces of her family.
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
Romance"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...
