Hey everyone,
I am not going to be very active on IF come next week...so I thought of leaving my ff readers (if i stll have any😆) a small gift. I wrote this in a few minutes and am feeling very tired, but I didn't know when I would get the chance again. I am so sorry for leaving "today" unfinished...I just have no time and frankly no motivation to continue with it.
Please do not get offended with this small one part...so therefore I ask my readers to read the part below at their own risk. You have been warned.
Lots of love
Sweetu
p.s. goodnight
p.p.s Ignore any mistakes..sorry.
Wedding Night
One part only
"She's beautiful" he thought to himself, gazing at his bride. It never ceased to amaze him how quiet and shy she always became when it was just the two of them, like right now in their "honeymoon suite".
Amongst others she was a devil, running away, a real little girl at heart. He mused at her innocence. Yet it wouldn't be there for long, no this billionaire of a business man would make sure of it. Make sure that he brought out her naughty side and made her feel all the lustful desires that he did.
His eyes suddenly danced with the idea, his hands stretching out towards her delicate frame.
The weather in morocco was beautiful, the air clean and crisp. The night's sky was tinkling with stars and the mesmerizing white moon just added to the ambiance. Today would be a night that neither would forget.
He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her head to rise and their gazes to meet. Oh how badly he wished to kiss and ravish her at sight, but his cursed family was waiting for them downstairs in the reception, before they took off back to India.
Yet a little amusement for now would do.
Carefully he removed the thick golden necklace,which had adorned her neck the whole day, and his fingers moved dangerously over the bare area, enticing a response from her. He smiled; he loved torturing her, his eyes moving back to hers, which were now closed. Slowly, he moved forward, allowing his lips to come in contact with her skin, planting soft butterfly kisses.
Why was she so tempting? Like a sweet chocolate.
Gently he teased her, moving his head towards her lips, not daring to touch, only wanting to send e*otic cravings of desire surging through her senses....making her want things that he could only give. Yet temptation soon caught hold of him, as her sweet lavender perfume burned his nostrils, making his mouth curve over hers and tongue furrow deep into her open cave. His hands played gently with the strings that held her heavy clothing together, delicately undoing one by one.
To hell with his family, as far as he was concerned he had long said goodbye to them when they had granted him permission to take his wife to go to their "suite".
"Jai, this isn't right…." His bride whispered in-between kisses
"What isn't" he purred back, kissing her now along the nape of her neck, pulling down the blouse and letting the rest of the fabric that still clung to her, fall into a puddle on the floor.
"They are waiti…ng" she hushed, out of breath, trying to escape him but failing miserably
"Baneeee, why do you care so much about them…you married me…not my family"
That was the end of the matter…he didn't let her leave the room…he didn't even let her breathe.
Love is sweet
Love is true
Love is everlasting.
Kumkum Bhagya
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