HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

FIFTY-FOUR

FARZAN’S POV:

The only thing I was sure of at that moment was that she wasn’t my slave. She couldn’t be because she was the one who was ruling over me. She was the one making amendments in the decisions that were already imprinted when I decided to lead my own life.

I gazed into her messed self that aroused me even more. She wasn’t the most beautiful in the whole world but in my world she was. I hadn’t been attracted to anyone in my life until she had entered it and made life to take a one righty degree turn. And the issue was that I didn’t even frown on that.

I chose to not say anything at that time as sometimes words didn’t have any use as it’s the actions which scream what I wanted to scream at that time.

Removing my shirt, I made her wear it as she simply wore that without any protest. Her whole body was turning into a crimson color as if her whole body was blushing even those beautiful pink colord pebbles which I would like to suck every morning. That could act like caffeine in my system.

“Thank you.” She let out a small mumble as she didn’t try to make much eye-contact with me when I was done with buttoning up her shirt. I wasn’t planning on letting her go this morning as she should be mine the whole day and night and even the next morning and then the next night and the system should go on until my last breath.

“Thank you for being the most beautiful view of my eyes early in the morning.” I mumbled back as she looked above at me as she was trying best to not look at my shirtless state. I made her shirtless before and now I think we were even although she didn’t eat me like I was doing a minute before. I couldn’t help it as I used to be a sweet tooth and she was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted making me go back to my sweet tooth self again.

She blushed profusely at my statement as she could get any type of meaning from this statement. Romantic and dirty one too because I meant her whole self-including the topless state.

“I have to go.” She tried to push me away with her small fist as if it could move me a little bit but I decided to give in and got down from the bed to give her way but she didn’t move as she glanced at me through her lowered eyelashes.

“Do you want me to go?” I asked with a smirk as she must be hesitating while through the aftershocks of what I had been doing to her. But I was Farzan Shah. I wasn’t use to be sympathetic and merciful for more than a few times and those few times were even just meant for her only.

She shook her in yes while playing with the corner of my shirt in which she was looking like a teddy bear although the collar of the shirt was gliding down her shoulder again and again. I had seen her top form perfectly even in those mere minutes I got obsessed with her red mole underneath her breast as she must not know about it as it was under her breast where her eyes couldn’t go but I did as it was the small one and caught my attention in an instant. That could be the cherry I could taste every day. There was one beside her belly button too as it drove me crazy but I couldn’t scare her like that. First, I had to make her comfortable with my gaze that could show easily how viciously I wanted to eat or how roughly I wanted to pound inside her. She got scared with my gaze easily what would she do if she happened to hear anything what was going inside my mind seeing her in my shirt.

I am not going to wash that shirt again.

“Let me wash you and then I’ll go.” I demanded as before my words could hit her my actions did when I took her in my bulky arms making her let out a low scream and look at me with widened eyes.

“I can do it m-myself.” She said gripping my collars in her small fists. She was so small that even my hands looked ten times bigger than her making me look like a giant in front of her. I was the big-foot and she was the tiny little butterfly whom I was dying to f**k. Blame my thoughts but she was mine to do everything. And everything included care, touch and f**k.