𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔.
This is a multi- couple books and follows the lives of The Thakurs who are the chieftains of Meergarh...
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Her
I look up at him as he leans against the door, waiting for me to carry out his order.
"Yes, sir," I breathe out as our gazes lock with each other. "Tonight, you'd call me your husband." He tells me.
I nod as I acknowledge our changed dynamics. I am no longer his girlfriend but his wife!
"Yes, husband!" I look up through my lashes, feeling a little shy under his gaze. I have been naked in front of him many times but this would be the first as his wife.
I reach behind for the zip and the gliding sound reverberates around us. The dress peels off slowly and I step back out of it, leaving me in my matching white bra and panties. I take them off rather slowly earning a soft grunt from him. I was now standing in front of him in just my white heels and white veil.
He stares my face for a second before his gaze drops to my hard nipples and then my core. I feel the thumping of heart increase as he looks back into my eyes. He steps closer and reaches for my wrist, unclasping the bracelet that he had given. "I know you'll want to keep these safely."
I simply look at him while he proceeds to remove the earrings and then the pendant. He walks to the dresser and keeps them there. He looks at me through the mirror, "You are my dream come true, Amara."
He shrugs off his coat and throws on the ottoman. He turns and holds out his hand to me after taking off his tie. I feel my heart flutter as I stare at the love in his eyes. I slip my hand into his and he pulls me closer. "I love you," he says as he kisses all over my face.
His hands traces over the curve of my waist and reach to grip my thighs, he lifts me up and makes me wrap my legs around him. His lips seal mine for a kiss and I feel the veil flow with my open hair as I angle my head to kiss him more fervently.
He sits on the bed with me straddling him. I move away to look at him breathlessly. His eyes are dark with desire and need. He looks at me like he will die if he doesn't. "Tell me you are mine, Amara," he growls as he wraps his fingers around my neck with a light squeeze.
"I am yours, my husband." I whisper with a smile. I press closer to him feeling his hardness and bottom lip. "Only yours!" He groans and says, "then take out my cock and sit on it."
Only he can go from being romantic to a dirty talker!
He tips my head back slightly by placing his thumb under my chin. "I want to feel the warmth of your cunt, dear wife,"
