The Unwanted Marriage

Chapter 47

Don't forget to vote and comment — your support means a lot to me and helps the story grow.

Also, if you'd like to stay connected, follow me on Instagram for updates, sneak peeks, and more!

Amina's POV

The shrill sound of the alarm pulled me from the depths of sleep. I groaned softly, trying to reach for the phone on the nightstand. But a heavy weight on my chest made it impossible.I blinked sleepily, I pulled the blanket down and looked.

My breath hitched.

His head was resting on my bare chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his legs tangled with mine. His hair was tousled, his lips slightly parted—he looked so peaceful... and so unaware of the chaos he was causing in my heart.

I swallowed hard.

My face flushed a deep shade of red when I realized just how close he was. My heart fluttered wildly. Butterflies? No. A whole storm.

He was sleeping like a baby. How could he be so shameless?

And how... how did I even agree last night?

My nipple was dangerously close to his mouth—his warm breath teasing it. And every time he exhaled softly, it made my body tremble. I bit my lip, and he was completely pressing me down, making it difficult to get out of his hold.

"Baby... please turn off that annoying noise," he mumbled, voice husky and heavy with sleep.

His words sent a delicious shiver through me as his lips brushed against my nipple while he spoke. I took a deep breath, trying to control the desire that flared within me.

I stretched to reach the phone, but he only tightened his hold on me, nuzzling in like a spoiled child. Just then, the alarm turned off on its own.

I sighed in relief.

"Zayd," I whispered, my fingers gently running through his soft hair. A wave of love washed over me, seeing his peaceful, childlike face.

A low, helpless sound escaped me as he gently took my nipple into his mouth, still half-asleep. I gasped, holding my breath as warmth spread through my chest and down to my toes.

"Z-Zayd..." I breathed.

"Hmm," he hummed, sucking gently.

"It's... it's Tahajjud time," I managed to say, barely able to form words.

He hummed again, pulling me even closer to him. My breath caught, completely trapped. "Zayd," I breathed out, and gently tapped his shoulder.

Reluctantly, I reached down and carefully pulled my nipple from his mouth with a soft pop. His lips parted in protest, his brows knitting in sleepy annoyance. Then his lashes lifted.

His eyes—those eyes—met mine, confused at first... then full of affection.

He looked at me as if I were the most precious thing in his world.

A smile touched my lips. How is this the same man who was so bold and shameless last night?

"It's Tahajjud time," I said softly, brushing my fingers through his hair.

He pouted. "Thodi der aur... please?"

"No, leave me, it's already late," I said, biting my lip. I looked around for my top with my free hand, and finally grabbed it. He loosened his hold, and I quickly sat up and put my top on, tying my hair up into a messy bun.