AsYA FF: Only in the darkness THREAD #2 Chapter 19 Updated, MARCH 22 - Page 5

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A/N: Hi readers!

Like I said, the story is at a crucial point, and I want to take it carefully from here! So, before anything really serious, here is a chapter looking into the first day of married life for Asad and Zoya.

This chapter contains mildly mature content and reader discretion is advised. (17+)

Enjoy the chapter and stick with me! The next updates are going to be sketchy and probably not that soon *dunks and hides*

Chapter 18: First day of my life

Gentle breeze flitted inside the room from the cracks between the curtains that adorned the beautiful open glass windows. The soothing air hit the occupants of the room, capturing them in a safe bubble. Zoya scrunched her closed eyes and then very slowly she opened her them and looked around the new room she found herself in and got her bearings about where she was.

Despite of the very early hour, it was only a little over two in the morning, a wide smile graced Zoya's face as she realized that she had woken up as Mrs. Zoya Asad Khan and the change of scenery of the room was very welcome. She felt giddy, like a teenage girl experiencing her fist crush. Yesterday had been surreal, she thought; the ceremony, her family's presence, and Asad.

For a moment, Zoya simply processed the rapid changes that had altered her entire life. She was married. She was in India and had gotten married to a guy she had met mere months ago, there was a seven-year-old boy who loved to call her Ammi and her father had been present at her wedding to give her blessings.

To the Zoya who was lived the life New York, her current life would be a dream; a dream that she would have never thought that she'd ever live, and if she did then she had been living for far too long, but it was real, it wasn't a dream. This was her life now. As her musings went on, she felt her new husband stir next to her and mumble something in his sleep. He rolled over on his stomach, put his right arm over Zoya's waist and pulled her close to him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck and went back to his deep sleep. Zoya smiled at his sleeping antics and decided that it was till early and she could cherish some more moments of peace with her husband.

***

It was couple of hours later when Zoya felt herself being roused awake by some feathery sensation down her jaw and neck. Realizing that it was her husband who was pressed against her, she pressed back and arched her neck and gave let his wet kisses to shower her sensitive skin with love.

"Mmm. You are making me race towards hundred very soon, husband of mine!" Zoya moaned out.

Asad chuckled against her skin, "That's the plan, wife." He bit her skin and then laved it with his soothing tongue when she winced at the pleasurable pain that shot down her body.

As his kisses grew, Zoya rolled them and splayed on top of Asad. Plunging her hand in his hair and threading her fingers in it, she molded their faces together, and without any care about morning breath, fused their kiss in a hot good morning kiss. Asad's hands found their way to her back and caressed her skin, seeking more of her warmth as they ventured inside her sleep shirt.

After some long minutes of heavy kisses, Asad groaned and started to pull away. Zoya whined at his hints at ending the rather pleasant morning activity.

"I am only respecting you, Zoya. I think you can feel how much I want you." He whispered huskily and pushed himself closer to her to make his point.

Zoya sighed against his neck and whispered, "We can round some bases before really scoring?" she asked seductively, "You did promise me some action!"

Then she again grasped his hair and pulled the short strands gently, tearing a low rumble from his throat. His mouth was back on hers and finally his hand slid inside up her body, cupped her breast through her clothing. Almost immediately his hand left her body, only to slide beneath the shirt, his cool fingertips slipped beneath to pluck and tease her pebbled nipples as she gasped into his mouth. Zoya trailed her hands down from the back of his head to his hip, pulling his body flush with hers and moaned softly when she felt his groin come into contact with hers.

They picked up where they left off last night; Asad hitched his hips against hers and gently caressed her breasts beneath the cotton of her shirt. All too soon his hand left her body again, but almost instantly Zoya felt it at the waistband of her night dress bottom. True to form, he hesitated. Zoya hitched her hips against his in encouragement, delighting in the almost pained gasp that fell from his lips. His fingers then found the drawstrings of her pajamas and untied them. The pads of his index and middle fingers pressed against damp cotton of her underwear, and Zoya's back arched as their mouths parted.

"Is this okay?" he breathed into the tender skin of her neck, and Zoya opened hers eyes. She found his cheeks with hers hands and forced his gaze to hers.

"Hey," she panted, and he waited patiently, eyes sparkled and lips kiss-swollen. "Everything's okay. If something's not, I'll tell you, but you don't have to ask. Okay?"

His shoulders relaxed and he nodded. "Okay."

Those fingers traced up the front of her panties and stilled momentarily at the elastic, his warm palm pressed flush to the skin beneath her belly button, an unspoken pause to give Zoya the chance to decline. She didn't, and the tips of his fingers slipped beneath the elastic and furthered down until they came to rest on wet flesh, slipping against where she ached for him. He gazed intently at her face, and the question that didn't pass his lips was in his eyes. She tilted her hips in encouragement and reached out to curl her hand around his neck, pulling his head back down to her.

"Tell me how you like it," he breathed against her hair, and his words ignited her further.

"Slow," she gasped. "Gentle." His touch was a ghost against her skin; feather-light but just strong enough to tease.

"Good?" he asked, flicking her earlobe with his tongue, and she panted out a yes as she reached unseeingly for his bottoms as well. When his own pants were in a similar state to hers, Zoya could feel his erection through cotton and she pulled back from his kiss to glance down between them.

Zoya stroked him slowly before pulling the tender skin of his throat gently between my teeth. "Show me how you like it," she breathed, and his hand instantly left her to slide into his boxers and wrap around her own, and around him. They worked each other, kissing and moaning, the wet sounds of kisses and heated flesh was uncharacteristically loud in the quiet darkness of the still very early day, and when he pulled away again, she gazed up into his bright eyes in question until she felt his fingertips slide further down her core. He paused only for her unspoken permission, and then suddenly his fingers were making love to her. Slowly, slowly, and Zoya slowed the pace of her hand to match his.

"Oh," she panted, his fingers probing as his palm settled against her wet skin.

"More," she said and Asad took it to mean more of everything and increased the pace and vigor of his hands and then almost immediately, she felt her peak fast approaching.

"Asad," she gasped, and he pulled back to watch her face as she cracked beneath him, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. She shuddered, squeezed and let go of every caution, her body shattered around the fingers that were still buried deep inside her, and against the palm cupping the most intimate part of her in an almost possessive hold. He remained still as she continued to pant and slowly come back to herself. She realized that in her own orgasm she had stopped moving her hand. He bucked against her, thrusting into her tightened grip, and she relaxed her fingers slightly as she resumed to bringing him to the brink as well.

"Zoya," he panted, his hips rose and fell in time with her touch. "Zoya, I'm going to..." He trailed off, the implication enough, and she didn't know whether he wanted her to stop or not so she kept touching him.

"Oh," he groaned as he quaked, the tail end of his orgasm left him boneless and he collapsed against the blanket, trembling and gasping. "Zoya," he murmured again, and his feverish kisses were now languid and loose-lipped, his tongue flicked against her own swollen lips, his warm breaths puffed into her mouth as they both came back to earth. Zoya relocated her palm to his hip and he did the same, and they stayed wrapped around each other beneath the thick quilt as their breathing slowed. Their heart thudded heavily in their chests.

"We, uh," he said when he caught his breath, and followed it with a short chuckle. "We...made a mess."

"Yeah," Zoya agreed with a small giggle, feeling the truth of his words in the damp cotton between hers legs. Well worth it. She felt slightly sorry about the certainly more uncomfortable situation he'd got going on.

Zoya glanced outside the window. "Oh, no," she said softly, and Asad reared back

"What?" he asked concern thick in his voice.

"No, no. Don't worry." Zoya nodded toward the sky, where sun had come up and the new day had shown its face. "Fun time over and reality waits." He followed her gaze, but relief was evident on his face as he shrugged.

"Let's get some more sleep before our hyper active monkey of a son wakes up and demands his new mother all to himself," he murmured. After cleaning up and adjusting their clothing, Asad pulled the blankets around them and settled.

***

As Asad had expected, the couple was woken up some time later by a very excited and jumping little guy who was having the time of his life by playing jumping jack on his parent's mattress. He giggled at his sleeping parents and tried to wedge his way between the two of them. As he was trying to step between them, his left leg was grabbed by a strong hand and was pulled down. The sudden pull had him falling down on the bed and into Asad's grasp.

Aadil giggled and shrieked as his father wrestled him down and brought out the "Tickle Monster" and the "Raspberry Police". In between tickling Asad and attacking him with blowing raspberries on his stomach, Asad had Aadil laughing and squirming uncontrollably and begging for him to stop.

"Ahhh!" he squealed, "Abbu! No! No more! Bass!" he tried to scramble away and hide behind Zoya, who by then, was sitting, laughing and shaking her head at the crazy father-son duo.

"Ammi, protect me from him!" Aadil jumped around the bed and snuggled closer to Zoya.

Zoya pulled him onto her lap and held him close to her. She winked at Asad and mock glared at him "How dare you not listen to my baby, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan? We will not tolerate this!" she then looked at Aadil and said, "What do you say, honey? What should be Abbu's punishment for this?" she shook gently him in her lap and peppered his face, which was flushed with all the jumping and wrestling, with morning kisses.

Aadil shrieked again and then thought very hard on what he wanted from his father as his punishment. After a few moments of very deep thinking, Aadil clapped his hands and yelled in glee, "I know what I want! Abbu, you have to promise mw that I will never have to leave you and Ammi. And that mean man will not take me with him." He looked at his parents with such innocence and hope in his broke both their hearts.

Asad pulled Aadil to him and looked at him with a firm expression, "Aadil, I promise you that I will do anything that I can do and whatever I may have to do to make sure that you never have to go with that man. We will always be there for you and always love you. You don't have to worry about it anymore, okay? Can you also promise Abbu that?" Asad said.

Aadil nodded at Asad, content, and hugged him. Over the head of his son, Asad caught Zoya's teary eyes. Both of them looked at each other with the same expression and the same thought ran on a loop in both their heads - Please God, don't let this promise break.

Your's is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don't know where I am
Don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go

- First day of my life by Bright Eyes

A/N: Yeah, nothing really happened, plot wise, otherwise sureee things happened! LOL! ☺️

Hope you liked it!

Cheers,

Simi

superb update.i hope aadil's custody is given to asad nd zoya

Awesome update...👏

Just love it...😃

Asya make out session is hot...😳

Aadil and asya scene r cute...👍🏼

Waiting egarly for nxt part so update soon...😊

A lovely update.