Begum naraj Hain ® (Original)

S2 Chapter 13

Kadira's POV:-

He slowly closed the distance between us, pulling my nape towards him, his eyes glistened with something naughtiness, his breath fanned across my ears, his beard slightly rubbing my cheeks.

His hands moved down and down, touching me at what not places, moving all over my torso,low in my back and landed on my hip. I am slowly melting under his dark gaze, undressing me bit to bit. Making me insane for more touch.

"Begum..." With a sultry voice he Whishpered, sending jolts of electric current across my body.

My core pulsated with just his word. He pulled back and looked at my eyes. He looked at me with love. Slowly smiling, admiring me, caressing my cheeks.

"Akram? ", left my lips slowly. He tilted his head, looking at me in a different angle. This made me giggle, he is behaving like a 10 year kid who is admiring his new toy.

" You became more beautiful, Begum, has the pregnancy made you like this? " He said in a half teasing voice.

Crimson red reached my cheeks, "I am the same, don't exaggerate"

"How could you be same? Those lips became more plumpy begging me to attack on them, your body became more curvy claiming me to touch them, those breasts became more voluptuous, begging to be sucked and flinched, I bet your core must have been pulsating, ready to be fucked by me"

I just gasped, indeed all he said is correct, my core is on fire, making it difficult to control, in the verge of breaking down.

His eyes darkened with desire, his hands moved towards my pelvis, threatening me with his long fingers. I just hissed, his eyes quirked up, eyeing me with a sly grin... "Begum? Are you scared?" His voice so low thrumming around my ears.

"You are still in medicines, you need to-" He placed a thumb on my lower lip, tugging it. His eyes drinking my figure.

"I have enough energy to make you a beautiful mess, my mess" He slowly tucked my lip again, then holding my chin with his fingers making the eye contact.

His eyes looked so fine. Brown amber eyes, perfectly looking at mine, like he would never leave me, like I am the elixir of his life, his reason to life, his Kadira. I could see all the love he has been holding for me. A smile crept my face. A satisfied smile that made my existence worth.

I was dancing in the dark. All my life I served enough, but never in my life, I thought I could ever be transmigrated and get the love i never thought I could be worthy of. Do i really deserve his love? His eyes says yes. Maybe yes, I want his love, I want his breath fanning me, I want his protective hold around me.

"I maybe, pulsating on core, but i just want to be in your arms for today, so let's give rest to your body, I want fully energized you" I said to him. His eyes smiled, he pulled me into a bear hug, "Ok, My begum needs that, I would get all the energy if she sleeps on me, feeds me, take care of me"

"What are you? A baby? " A giggle left my lips. He eyed to me. A smirk grew in his face, "Maybe, I am your Baby, I need your care, it took 10 days for my Begum to tell me the truth"

My face dropped. It's true tho,my mind were flooded with thoughts, I made that to him, "Ofcourse, that only landed me on your lap" His smiled widely. What is he? A Sunshine? My Sunshine.

I cupped his face, "Ok my baby, I will take care of you". He then started behaving like a baby. Clearly, I never thought the emperor of the most powerful kingdom would be A baby to me. Is that the power I hold over him.

Just was I thinking how he was smiling, he pulled me with him, and we landed with a thud in the bed. That shocked my internal organs, a scream left. He laughed heartily. Was that a prank? Before I could punch his perfectly carved face, he pulled me to him, cuddling me.

"Let me Sleep" He kissed my forehead, wrapping me in his arms. I couldn't say anything, because I was enjoying the same. Our bodies are moulded into one, his breath fanning over my face.

I am messed up in this hug, my clothes are all writhed and my hair is all messy, while he looked perfect. His hug was too tight to get out of the hug yet too comforting to never let go.

When his closed eyes is all I could see, he looked peaceful. There was a small smile, his face was bright. Sleep took over me, I fell on his chest, his warm chest.

Early morning~

It felt like, someone is caressing my hair, I slowly opened my eyes, I found my husband looking at me in an adorable way.

His eyes were with fresh gaze, he looked perfect, yet he was the one who was sick. What do I look like? Consciousness took over me. Do I look like messy?

"You look perfect" He might have caught my thought. He smiled widely, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips on my forehead.

He pulled me closer, making it difficult for me. "Akram~ It's too tight" I hissed in pain.

"I am sorry, I just can't hold myself, you look so breath taking that if I won't hold you, I may forget to breathe" His voice sounded over my head.

He released me, eyeing me again, this time with a permission, his eyes looked at me and my lips Synchronically. I moved closer towards him, accessing him towards my lips.

Without wasting a single min, he slammed his lips over me, hungrily, like he has been holding for so long, impatiently kissing my lips, seeking entry to my mouth with his tongue. I opened my mouth, allowing him more, we kissed what it felt like eternity, hungrily, he nipped my inner, running his tongue deep in my throat, tangling on the battle with my tongue, I lost, I can't keep up with his ferocity. His hands at the same time moved all over my body, fondled my breasts, earning a moan every time he roughly kissed.

I tried to pull out, out of breath, my resistance fueled him more, he kissed harder, flicking my hardened nipples, he groaned after my moans.

"Begum... " He said between the kisses, "Your lips taste the same" He said finally leaving me all huffing.

We are breathing heavily, his eyes still on my eyes, never leaving mine. He smiled again, every time he smiles, I feel terrified, about what next is coming to the deranged mind of his.

He pulled me again with another hungry kiss, my every opposed actions making it more rough. I melted in his kisses, my energy is nothing in front of him. He kissed me, wrecking me inside out. My body betrayed me, enjoying the pain, I seeped into his arms, my nails tugged on his arms, making indecent crescent marks over his arms, he growled into my mouth, making it more intense.

My moans were taken by his mouth, he ate all of them, making it muffled everytime. His body hovered over mine, making it look more majestic from his side while I may look like a mess, his beautiful mess.

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