Rashid's POV
"I-I have banned you from touching me..." she whispered as my fingers traced her forearms.
"So you have.But I am not an obedient man begum." I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck,sucking occasionally leaving reddish marks.
"Hypocrite.."she moaned the word as I my lips made contact with her ears ever so slightly.
"I don't understand what you just said but I am guessing you said something bad about me." I took her braid curling it in my hand before giving it a not so gentle tug pulling her back closer to my front "Did you say something bad about me begum?"
"S-so what if I did?" She whimpered.
"You will twist but won't break huh?" I untied the knots of the blouse quickly barely restraining myself not to tear them off.
"W-we can't-oh god!" Her protest turned into a sound of pleasure as I took her soft breast into my hands,kneading them hurriedly.
"Don't worry.I will be quick." I pulled her skirt up fisting it in my one hand holding on her waist.
The moment I saw her in that gorgeous violet lehenga my whole body heaved up in anticipation. She looks breathtaking in every single outfit,every single day but today something is just so special that I knew I needed her.
That's just an excuse Rashid,my inner thoughts voice.
I needed her heat in my body,her soft flesh in the tips of my fingers,I needed her to satisfy the craving that I had when I saw her in that beautiful outfit,the crave building up for days after our first time.I needed to be inside her.
And the moment my fingers felt the wetness of her core I groaned in approval.She rejects all my touch trying to prove how decent she is but her body never lies. It always craves me like I do,welcoming all my attention.
"Look at you begum.Will you still deny my touch?" I rubbed over her wetness trying to prepare her for me.
"I-I abruptly left the henna ceremony.They w-will suspect something i-is up."
"Why do you care? Let them do whatever they want to do." I whispered into her ear softly.
I did pull her into a scheduled room after calling her saying I needed something very urgent.It was true.I needed her.
"Hold onto that wall for me."
"W-what?" She looked behind just a little.
"I am not sure how much I can control myself so I need you to brace yourself for me.Go on,put your hands on that wall and bend."
I heard the sound of her gulp and a rough inhaling before doing exactly what I told her to. I was supposed to be gentle after our first time,was supposed to hold back myself. And God knows I did. I didn't even touch her apart from a few kisses. But I am man in love after all,how can I control myself so much when the said woman looks ravishing all the time.
My manhood entered her just a little earning some muffled foreign words from her. She keeps saying these words that are unknown to me,words that sounds like they are some different language.Maybe it's from the time she said she is from.
But I put all my unnecessary thoughts away,for now,as her warmth engulfs me in all sorts of way.My lips tugged upward on their own accord as a small scream of pleasure escaped her lips.
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