Sultan:Her wanted husband (18+)

Tied,tempted,taken

The sight that greeted him took his breath away.

She stood under the running shower, her clothes clinging to her body. Her pallu had slipped off her shoulder, scattering on the floor, and her blouse was loosening, revealing her round shoulders. Her hair was uncombed, and her eyes looked sunken, as if she hadn't slept in days.

Without a word, he turned off the shower and stepped closer to her. All of a sudden she grasped his chest digging his nails in his skin and he felt desire course through him when he met her half lidded eyes. He felt his control slipping. Her eyes seemed to be begging him for comfort, and he knew he had to be strong.

But it was too late. His lips crashed down on hers. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands grasping at his clothes. She tried to unclasp his belt and pull down his zipper,her fingers fumbling with the buckle.

His senses were on fire, his heart pounding in his chest. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. He smothered her breasts beneath the wet fabric. He could feel her nipples hardening beneath his touch, and he groaned, his desire for her intensifying.As he kissed her, he could feel her trying to pull down his pant. He grasped her hand, his intoxicated eyes locking onto hers. He could see the tears in her eyes, the longing, and he knew he had to be careful. He didn't want to damage her, but he couldn't help himself.

"It would hurt,a lot.Honestly, a lot, because you're begging me to comfort you at that time when I have so much pent up emotions in me."

For a moment, they just stared at each other.Then, his face softened, and he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. His eyes never left hers as he made a silent vow to himself. He had no intention of taking pleasure from her anymore, not like someone who only cared about his own desires. Not when she was seeking comfort in his arms, trying to escape the emotional baggage that weighed her down.

He wanted to make love to her, pure and passionate, with a connection that went beyond the physical.

"Not now, my love," he whispered. "Not when you're hurting. I want our love to be pure, not tainted by pain or sorrow."

Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his.

"I don't want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you." he whispered. "But I want it to be special, not just a physical act. I want it to be a union of our hearts, our souls."

Her lips parted, her breath catching in her throat.

He gently laid her on the bed and began to change her into a comfortable maternity salwar kameez.He combed her tangled hair, his fingers gentle as he worked out the knots. Then, he tied her hair into two braids, the ends secured with small ribbons.She remained silent and lost, her eyes staring blankly into space. His heart ached as he looked at her, his desire to comfort her overwhelming.He took her hand, leading her to the dining area where Rukmini had laid out plates for them.

Sultan saw her fiddling with the rice, her fingers trembling as she tried to pick up a grain.

"Jaan, just eat something," he coaxed, his voice soft and gentle. He mixed the rice and dal together, then began to feed her, spooning small amounts into her mouth.

She chewed slowly, her eyes fixed on his face. He smiled encouragingly, his eyes never leaving hers. For a moment, they just sat there, the only sound the clinking of utensils on plates. He gently wiped her mouth with a napkin, removing the stray grains of rice that stuck to her lips. He repeated this process several times tenderly. Rukmini watched in amazement as he then proceeded to eat her leftovers.

She he gazed at him with a mix of astonishment and amusement. Who does that? Only Sultan, it seemed. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught her staring, and he flashed her a heart-stopping smile. Her pulse skipped a beat. Or three. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, and she couldn't look away even if she wanted to. He stood up, his movements fluid and graceful, and took her hand in his. "Let's get out of here," he whispered."You need some fresh air, and I need... well, I just need you."