LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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A A R N A

Something moves between my legs, and I mumble a moan.
The wet licks get thicker and faster startling me to open my eyes. At first, my eyes are foggy and dizzy from the sleep. My brain feels heavier, and my body's weakness feels as if my limbs are almost broken.
The fogginess of my eyes is short-spanned when a large hand widens my legs and delves his tongue deeper into my folds. My fingers thread into his hair for support. My eyes widened when his head delved into my core eating me like I'm his most illuminating cuisine.

He looks up when my mouth leaves a heavy moan. "Wakiee, sweetheart."
His hand reaches to cup my left breast and he pinches my nipples, rubbing his coarse thumb over it. My mouth heaves a large sigh; in an attempt to sit up, I fall back due to my weakness.

The frail sunshine castes on the bed through the window and unlike last night, the bedsheets under me are now changed to silver grey. His eyes.
My core built up with another orgasm that I didn't realise until his palm grabbed my navel, and I exploded unprepared. "Aaahh. . . Av-vyan. Please. . ."
His fingers trace my folds, and I close my eyes.
"I knew you were prepared to come on my face. Soaking wet for me while you sleep. Tell me, were you dreaming of me?" He speaks while licking me down there.
God, I can't believe myself, my body needs his presence in my core after being ambushed by him.

A knock follows on the door while his mouth is eating me like I'm his last meal on the earth.
A moan escapes, and instead, I place my palm over my mouth. He looks up, his predatory and lusty gaze shudders my body and I realise the nakedness of my body under the duvet.

The knocks follow continuously, but he doesn't stop, "Please. See who's outside?"

"Fuck, sweetheart. You claim to love me and still care for the knock instead of me."

My chest rises rhythmically and I clutch the duvet closer to my chest. A dark chuckle follows afterwards when he looms on my upper body, hovering over me. I gulp when his gaze meets mine. "I didn't mean that. But I feel weak." My stomach grumbles, turning our attention to my stomach, and I press a bashful smile.

"I'm starving." My hand follows the path to his rigid and strong back.
The knocking stops eventually and he smirks.
"See. They know we're busy in between something."

"Still." I feel the faintness of my voice from the soreness and weakness.

"How are you feeling now?" His hands reach to cup my cheeks.
"It's heavy. Sore. I almost feel nothing. I can't even move a limb properly." I complain, his brow stretches.

He touches my navel softly, dabbing it delicately. "I hurt you so much last night."

The soreness of my muscles leaves a fragile smile, "And I know too. You won't regret hurting me most enticingly."

He stares at me. Deeply. Without any layer of fakeness. Without any arrogance. Without any pretence that he doesn't care about my love. He simply stares.

"I am really hungry, Avyan."

"Okay." His one big hand exposes my naked body when he suddenly splits the duvet on the other side while getting down from the bed. I gasped loudly, "What are you doing?" I crawl and get it back covering my body with it, gripping the duvet closer to my naked chest.

"There's nothing I haven't seen you know." I scoot back, attaching my back to the headboard.
"You're so shameless."

"So sad. You've no way out but to love this shameless husband of yours."