FF :Love that both 'Kills and Heals'(C 21-23/pg47) - Page 33

PART 21 :

18+ stuff for the next 3 parts, so my dear KIDS, back out!

Asad entered his home carrying zoya in his arms, their eyes still locked together, and moved to his bedroom. He slowly placed zoya on his bed and sat beside her.

Asad : " Aap theek hai?", he enquired again since she looked pale and weak.

Zoya : " Jee, Mr. Khan", she held his hand assuring him.

There was so much he wanted to say to her; thank her for going against all odds to marry him; apologize to her - for not being able to protect her, for going berserk before the nikaah, for misinterpreting her friendship with Farhaan. But looking at her, dressed as his bride, a serene expression on her face, he decided not to bring up the unpleasant memories for the rest of the night.

Asad : " Umm.. please take these", he passed her the medicines kept at his side table and a glass of water. Zoya took them and gulped them in one go. " And... I... I...", asad hesitated a little.

Zoya : " What Mr. Khan?", she asked as she didn't understand what asad was trying to say.

Asad : " Ummm.. Ms. Faaroqui' I mean Zoya'.. I need to...", he picked the first aid box from the side table and indicated that he had to change her dressing as the doctor had told him to.

Zoya smiled and felt a little shy but then Mr. Khan was her husband now and they had been intimate before. She nodded and asad was glad that she understood what he was trying to say. Asad quickly got up and brought a towel, a bucket full with hot water, some lotions and moisturizers, and his white shirt. He placed them on his bed and arranged all the medical supplies like a pro. Zoya just smiled at her husband who was taking care of her like she was a five year old.

Asad : " May I?", he asked once again before starting his work. Zoya nodded with a shy smile on her face.

Asad slowly moved closer to her and started removing her jewelry one by one. They were close enough for him to feel the hurried beat of her heart. He leaned into her neck and unhooked her necklace, softly caressing her neck with his fingers. Zoya felt her skin burn by just his first touch and looked away, unable to meet his intense gaze on her. Asad then moved to remove her earrings one by one and felt her tremble under his touch. Though they had been intimate before, things felt different for some inexplicable reason. He smiled and softly kissed her earlobe, sending tremors through her heated body. He kissed her forehead, removing the mang teeka, and moved towards her feet. He gently removed her anklets and placed a soft kiss on her ankles. Zoya was turning and twisting in bed due to the sensations he was producing. When he paused, zoya tried removing her bangles but he held her hand, " Inhe rehne dijiye." He got some pleasure out of seeing her arms covered in red colored bangles.

Asad finally proceeded to undress her. He removed the dupatta off her head and dropped it next to the bed. He then took off all the hair pins and untangled her hair with his fingers. He then closed in on her, almost hugging her, and untied the dori of her red kurti. He let his fingers linger on her bare back longer than required and caressed her back softly. Zoya placed her hands on his shoulder as he continued to play with her untied dori behind her back, still hugging her. He then gently unzipped her kurti completely exposing her back and took it off. Zoya kept her head bowed since she was still not able to meet his intense gaze on her uncovered body. Asad just smiled and continued with his work. He made her lie on the bed in a comfortable position, moved towards her stomach and removed the bandage covering her stitches. His eyes started tearing up as he saw the incision marks on her stomach and deep stitches engraved on her otherwise flawless skin. Zoya held his hand and shook her head in an attempt to console and comfort him. Asad composed himself and began to clean the skin around the stitches with a warm towel. He glanced at zoya every few seconds to make sure he was not hurting her but she reassured him every time with a broad smile. He applied some lotion around the stitches to soothe her skin followed by the ointment on her incision marks. He finally covered her wounds with a thick padding of bandage and sealed it with a surgical tape. He looked up at zoya who was watching him intently with love and reverence in her eyes. He sighed and rested his head on her stomach, placing soft kisses around her wounds. Zoya giggled in response and stroked his hairs gently. She then felt his tears on her belly and slowly got up to hold him. Asad's eyes were brimming with tears as his fears came back seeing her wounds. Zoya kissed away his tears and took him in her arms, making his head rest on her chest and cuddled him like a little boy. No words were exchanged but they silently shared their pain with each other. Asad pulled away moments later and composed himself once again. He made zoya wear one of his shirts and smiled at the adorable sight of his wife, dressed in his white shirt and red sharara pants. He then made her lie on the bed again and covered her with the bedspread.

Zoya grabbed his hand as he got up to leave, " Aap kahan jaa rahein hai, Mr. Khan", she asked innocently.

Asad smiled at his lovely wife and replied, " I'm just going to change too."

Zoya shook her head playfully and asked him to lie next to her. Asad chuckled at her mischievous ways and agreed. He moved and switched off all the lights except the lamp on his side table, making the room a perfect setting for their first night as husband and wife. He slipped into the bed next to her and took her in his arms. Zoya snuggled into his chest and hugged him tightly. Asad placed his chin on her head and played with her hair. A few minutes passed and zoya finally decided to voice her feelings.

Zoya : " Mr. Khan, Can I ask you something?"

Asad : " Hmmm'", he replied lost in the scent of her hair.

Zoya : " Its our wedding night, right?", she asked shyly.

Asad : " Thats what I thought, zoya", he smirked.

Zoya : " Then why aren't you doing anything?", she expressed her annoyance.

Asad : He chucked at her question, " Its late, zoya. Go to sleep. You need to rest."

Zoya : "I'm not sleepy Mr. Khan and I'm well rested too. Remember I slept for a good 24 hours in the hospital?", she giggled.

Asad : He sighed heavily and kissed her forehead, " Zoya, you have been through a lot in the past two days. Please get some rest."

Zoya : " No, Mr. Khan. I want you to make love to me."

Asad : " What?", he pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. Is she serious? She has been through such a huge trauma, she had a surgery just yesterday and her wounds are still not healed, and she wants to''

Zoya : " Please, Mr. Khan", she made a puppy-like face.

Asad : " Are you mad? Your wounds are still not healed and your stitches are still in place and you want me to''"

Zoya : " Yes, Mr. Khan. Thats exactly what I meant."

Asad : " Zoya, I seriously think you should learn about the concept of self-preservation. Now stop this nonsense and go to sleep."

Zoya : " Mr. Khan, I'm not going to sleep and neither are you. You always have your way with me. Now, its my turn. I want you to make love to me tonight."

Asad : "Stop being foolish, zoya. What if I hurt you?"

Zoya : " You won't, I know."

Asad : " Zoya, you only said how I become aggressive while making love and its too much to handle. Then how can you even suggest that we do it tonight? Please zoya, I'm here with you, isn't that enough for now?"

Zoya : " Mr. Khan, its our wedding night and I don't want it to pass just like that. I want to be close to you. After what happened, I'm still surprised that I am alive to see this day and'..", she got cut mid sentence as asad covered her mouth with his hand.

Zoya saw that asad was affected and was considering her demand so she continued, " Besides, how else will you learn the art of gentle lovemaking Mr. Khan?, she giggled.

Asad didn't say anything. He didn't want to hurt her either way. She asked him one more time before finally giving up, " Please Mr. Khan, make love to me", her eyes filling with tears this time.

Asad sighed heavily and closed his eyes, " Fine, but we'll take it very slow and you'll stop me if it gets too much. Promise?"

Zoya smiled through her tears and hugged him tight, " Yes, I promise Mr. Khan."

oOo

The room was dim with the only light coming from the lamp in the corner. It was a perfect, romantic, sensuous setting for the newly weds. Asad kissed her forehead and caressed her beautiful face lovingly. " You can be very stubborn, Mrs. Khan", asad expressed his exasperation once again. Zoya just smiled at him and pulled him to her lips. Asad brushed his lips with her and kissed her tenderly. The kiss soon turned into a passionate one, with asad and zoya deepening the kiss, rubbing their tongues against each other, fighting for control. He gradually leaned into her and placed soft, wet kisses on her neck without nibbling her. He slowly opened the first few buttons of her shirt and kissed her collar bone. Zoya had her hands in his hair and she was taking in all the pleasure she was receiving. He opened a few more of her shirt buttons and kissed the soft swell of her breasts. He murmured appreciatively, deep in his throat, as his thumb teased her nipple until it was erect and straining against her bra. His tongue tasted and traced the line between her bra and her breasts, tantalizing and teasing her. He took her bra cup delicately between his teeth and pulled it down freeing her breasts and nuzzling her nipple with his nose in the process. He then took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it long and hard. Zoya moaned loudly, closing her eyes and fell back on her pillow. Asad continued the torture on both her breasts; he teased them, sucked them but didn't nibble them. He was extremely cautious with her and made love to her very gently and carefully. He finally moved away from her chest and got up to remove her sharara pants with her inner wears. She was now just wearing his unbuttoned white shirt and her red bangles and she looked sexy as hell. Asad was finding it very difficult to be soft and gentle with her, he wanted to ravish and eat her up completely. He took a deep breath and proceeded to fulfill his wife's demand. He got rid of his clothes and went down on her. He kissed her legs all the way to their apex and then kissed her inner thighs, spreading them far from each other. He tongued her core in slow motion, licking it back and forth and kissing it. He slowly inserted his middle finger in her and rubbed her gently. He looked up to see the affect on zoya and was pleased to see that she was enjoying it and was moaning into her pillow. He slowly added another finger in her and leaned down to lick her again. He made soft thrusts with his fingers to pleasure her and continued kissing her at the apex of her thighs. As he was tonguing her, he felt her entire body pulsing. She reached her climax, moaning and wincing at the same time, as the pain radiated outward from her stitches.

Asad : "Zoya", he instantly moved up and took her in his arms and glared at her, concern etched on his face. " See, that's why I didn't want to do it", he admonished her. " I didn't want to hurt you."

Zoya : " No.. I'm fine. Please don't stop", she whimpered.

Asad stared at her, warring with himself. He abruptly moved and sat beside her and took her in his lap. Once she had calmed down, he again asked, " Are you sure?" She nodded and kissed the corner of his mouth. Asad knew she wouldn't give in, the impossible brat she was. So he moved backwards with zoya in his lap, resting his back against the headboard. He made zoya sit upright on him, her legs wrapped around his waist so that they were facing each other. He couldn't have lied on her because of her stitches so this was the only way he could have fulfilled her wish. " We'll take it slow, zoya. Okay?", he told her very seriously. " Mr. Khan, you have told me this a hundred times already. I get it", she said in an annoying tone. Asad just chucked and positioned her carefully on top of his erection. He slowly eased into her, lowering her down on to him, and filling her completely. Zoya again winced and moaned loudly, scaring asad but this time he knew she'll kill him if he pulled out suddenly. He gave her time to relax before he started thrusting in and out of her. Zoya started moving on his lap too, joining him thrust for thrust ignoring the pain that was radiating through her stitches. She wanted him, more than anything else in this world. He was officially her's, they were married and he was making love to her in the most gentle way possible. Her dream had come true as she was so close to her Mr. Khan even after everything that went wrong. Overwhelmed by the emotions she was experiencing, zoya thrusted harder and harder against asad, pulling his hair and throwing her neck backwards.

Asad : " Slow", he whispered and kissed her left cheek. " Slow, zoya", he kissed her right cheek. " there's no hurry", he kissed her lips tenderly. He unfurled his fingers in her hair and pulled her close to his chest, keeping her in place.

Asad once again pushed himself deeper inside her and flexed his hips repeatedly. He lifted zoya up and down, his arms snaking around her waist holding her in place. Zoya savored the feeling of him inside her, and held her breath. She just wanted the time to stop. She and Mr. Khan lost in each other, in their own world. " Love me, Mr. Khan", she again moaned into his ears. Asad was still holding back, cautious about zoya's wounds, and he understood zoya felt the same. He knew she wanted him to let go and ravish her completely. He took a deep breath and pulled her closer to his chest. He kept his fears on the backseat for a few minutes and made love to her just like she wanted it. Still inside her, he sucked her breasts frantically and nibbled her nipples, finally leaving his love bites on her breasts. Zoya threw her head back and gave asad access to her stomach. Asad leaned in and tongued and nibbled her belly button and placed wet kisses around her waist. He finally thrusted harder and harder into her, biting her neck, her throat, her chest, her shoulder. He covered her completely with his love bites and made rough, passionate love to her. He finally moved his hand to her thighs, and delicately pressed her apex with his thumb and she exploded around him over and over again as he too fell apart and cried out her name in love and joy, " Zoyaaa."

Zoya sat wrapped in his arms for almost an hour after that, still shivering from the after effects of her earth shattering orgasm. Bone-crushingly tired, she dozed off in his arms and asad gently placed her on the bed next to him. The over-protective lover he was, he made sure that the stitches were still intact and he didn't cause any damage. He closed her shirt buttons and covered her with the bedspread and finally switched off the lamp on his side table. Zoya snuggled into his chest in her sleep and slept peacefully in his arms all night.

Next : Zoya-Tanveer confrontation? The lioness gives it back in style?

PS: KEEP CALM AND READ THIS FF. IT'LL BE WORTH IT, I PROMISE :)