I fell in love with my Sultana- English Version-COMPLET

19. Times of Tribulations

Ayşe Sultan's perspective:

After my plan went perfectly, my brother managed to get his hands on my husband, although I have to admit that I hate myself for having revealed Yusuf's secret, I am a hypocrite, I also commit the same crime. In the midst of the chaos that enveloped the empire, on a gloomy day marked by the looting of one of my charities, I found comfort in Malhum's arms.

"My sultana, together we can overcome all this and much more," Malhum whispered, delicately taking my face in his hands.

Her words were a balm for my troubled soul. At that moment, I felt a surge of gratitude for having her by my side, for her unwavering love amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf us.

"Malhum, my life, my sultana... You are the most precious thing that has ever happened to me," I confessed, my heart in my hand. "Despite the lies and the dangers we faced, I wouldn't change anything we've experienced together. At any moment, my father could be overthrown and everything taken from us, but before that happens, I want to tell you that I love you."

Her eyes were shining with tears as she listened to my words, but her response was firm and determined: "Don't say that. I won't leave your side for a second."

In that embrace, I felt the comforting warmth of her skin, a silent promise that together we would face whatever adversity fate had in store for us. In those moments of intimacy, I found the strength to keep going, knowing that I was not alone in the fight to protect everything I believed in.

In the middle of that dark night I stood up, holding my beloved's hands, and said to her: kiss me!

I don't know when I'll kiss you again, I don't know when I'll be able to feel you so close to me, please kiss me...

Malhum began to kiss me with a softness that made me shudder, the carnal desire had become a desire to exchange energies, I could feel how his delicate lips made me forget everything.

In the passionate kiss we continued walking towards my spacious bed where she sat me down on the bed and whispered in my ear: "Sultana, I have been watching your father's concubines dance, and I have been secretly practicing."

Can you show me what you've learned? I said in a flirtatious tone, looking into his eyes.

To which she told me to wait for her a moment, when she returned; she was dressed in a ruby-colored silk kaftan, adorned with gold embroidery that shimmered in the candlelight of the room. On her waist, a belt of coins jingled with each step she took, adding a sensual rhythm to her dance. Her large black eyes, framed by a lace veil, caught me in her captivating gaze, while her rose-red lips invited temptation. Each movement of her hips was like a hypnotic melody that plunged me into a trance of uncontrollable desire. Now I understood why my brother lost himself in the charms of the women of the harem, but this woman, this beautiful and mysterious woman, was the only one who had conquered my heart.

My heart was racing, a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had decided to delicately take her hand to take her with me, but she refused with a defiant smile. She wanted to take control of the situation, and that intrigued me even more. Although the jingling of the coin belt as she danced worried me slightly, I knew that at this time of night and with the rain falling outside, no one would interrupt us.

She took me by surprise when she gently pushed me onto the bed and skillfully moved my hands upwards. Her intense gaze and mischievous smile revealed her clear intentions: she wanted to drive me crazy. Her movements were a seductive dance, and I was completely captivated by her.

The dress I was wearing had buttons, so after kissing my neck, she began to unbutton the buttons one by one with a sensuality that was making my privacy very wet. She removed her beautiful veil to reveal her fleshy lips that encouraged me to kiss them.

He began to kiss my lush breasts through the opening of my dress, I could feel his wet mouth tasting my erect nipples with his tongue. A great current of pleasure ran through my body, and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, without completely removing my dress he went down to my private parts and passed his tongue very carefully but only once, increasing in me the desire for him to touch me again.

I was going crazy, this woman had it all, to which she said to me:
"Sultana you are very wet" taking out her hand and showing me how wet she got it.

That's what you do to me, my love - I replied, looking into her eyes.

And this time my beloved did something different. She removed what she was wearing underneath and joined her intimacy with mine, creating a great divine friction. She began to move her hips while our lips below touched, at first gently and then progressively increasing the speed.

I couldn't find the words to describe the divine touch of her skin against mine, but seeing her there on top of me was something sublime. Her presence seemed like a spell, her hair, her eyes, her labored breathing, her beautiful breasts and her abdomen, I could no longer bear it: moans came out of me letting her know that I was about to cum.

She became more and more excited, increasing the speed, ending in a multiple, drowned orgasm, it was like touching the sky and coming down quickly.

We ended up breathless after a few more rounds of kisses, lying down looking at each other, I had never seen anything so beautiful, but we fell asleep from exhaustion and that was something we did irresponsibly.

This would cause us problems I never thought we would have...