His Forced Possession

Chapter 20 : Concerned Husband and Adoring Wife

Concerned Husband and Adoring Wife

Imani's POV

'Oh my god... I kissed him... Wait, no, I MADE OUT with him... I made out with a boy! An actual boy! Granted, he's actually my husband and a man, BUT I HAD MY FIRST MAKE OUT SESSION!!!!'

Since my eyes had opened, I had been having an internal war with myself on whether to stay calm or have a full-on meltdown! I freaking made out with my husband!! My stomach feels like an entire zoo was released inside it. Well, it actually was, the very second my husband kissed me,,,

'My husband!' YES! I like that word so much now...

Panicking with such thoughts first thing in the morning was not in my plans. But waking up to a tangled mess of hair sprawled on my chest made all the giddy and warm feelings from the previous night rush back. The way I had sought his touch, his reassurance, the way he had pulled me into him, as if desperate for me... And best of all, the way both of us had responded to the desperate need for each other's comfort coursing through us.

I was internally screaming as flashbacks of our intertwined tongues kept rushing through my mind. If just a few kisses felt like this, how would.... AHHHHHH!! NO! Don't you dare think about that! Just because he's our husband, doesn't mean we can picture him like... that!

'But. I'm sure we can. It's even legal now, you know.' Stop it! Stop before the images start... And it's too late. My filthy mind is already conjuring images of a shirtless Zaviyaar. Please, do not go any further, I beg you!

My thoughts made me want to bury myself somewhere, preferably under a few thick, warm, and furry blankets, but the furnace lying on top of me had me stuck! I was panicking more and more by the second but his heavy weight on top of me felt nice... Nice enough that I was thinking about wrapping my arms around him and going back to sleep... NO! I must have space! How is he in my space?!

'Oh darling, we both know how he is in our personal space,' Damned infuriating subconscious that always reminds me of my actions!

Okay, first things first. I need to find a way to move him without waking him up. God knows I do not have it in me to face him so soon after waking up, especially after what my mind has been conjuring up. Okay, both his arms are only loosely wrapped around me, those shouldn't be an issue. The major problem is his heavy head treating my chest like a pillow! After an entire night, my boobs feel so sore...

So for the next five minutes, I tried to gently unwrap his arms from my waist. But weirdly, each time I pulled, his hold kept becoming tighter! Even in his sleep, he's stronger than me!

'Forget the arms. Just roll him over, woman,' Good idea, at least the weight will be off of my chest. Simply rolling over, that sounds simple enough. But considering my luck, that's all that was simple about the idea: the stupid sound of it! Because the second I moved my body, Zaviyaar tried to burrow deeper into my chest! And the worst part was, I... moaned! Slamming my hands against my mouth to stem any other embarrassing sounds from escaping, I prayed. God, please make the ground open up and swallow me whole.

'Even if that happens, with the way he is holding us, he'll simply go down with us,' Now I don't know whether to scream or blush at my own remark. Turns out I didn't have to make a decision because my body made it for me.

So, with my now burning cheeks, I finally gave up on pushing Zaviyaar off of me, and just as I did, his hold started loosening. He can't be awake, can he? But his closed eyes and deep breathing indicated he was still asleep. I must be imagining it. It felt slightly weird to just lie there within his tight embrace, but somehow, also kind of comforting.