(Chapter 14)

Syha

"Syhaa,"

"Hm?"

"Wake up." I peel my eyes open to see Araan looking at me with droopy eyes and a dangerous smirk on his face.

Before I can ask what's going on, I get my answer as he presses his hard on against my thigh.

"Araan." I hiss, breaths quickening the more he rubs himself against me.

"I need you." He groans hotly, rolling over and getting on top of me. He traps me underneath and pins my hands down on the bed. My breaths fall faster, body reacting on its own and bucking up to meet the desired friction.

"Then have me." I moan, puckering my lips to have his on them.

He grins mischievously and leans down to capture my lips with his own. He slides in easily since I'm still open and ready from last night. A loud moan spills out of my throat as he bottoms out, making me dizzy and all fuzzed up due to his size and the fullness that comes along.

He doesn't stop his ministrations and trails his lips to a path of wet kisses to my neck, sucking bruises on the skin. My hands fight under his grip, wanting to free and tangle in his hair, mouth open in desperate whimpers and moans as he ravishes me. Pleasure fills me to the brims, down to my toes making them curl as he makes love to me slow and deep.

"I can never get enough of this." Araan murmurs over my perky nipple, lapping the bud with his tongue and my mind blanks momentarily. "Wanna stay like this forever, baby. Feels so good." His raspy voice makes me clench around him and he grunts, biting onto my nipple hard.

"Ahhh!" My eyes roll over and he finally frees my wrists. They come to claw at his back and tangle in his hair, pull him closer to me as our hips move in rhythm, faster and harder. The bed silently creaks beneath our weights, sweatbeads covering our bodies, and we're lost in the state of ultimate bliss.

We spill together and Araan collapses on top of me, breathing raggedly and lazily kissing my flushed skin. Wounding my arms around his shoulders, I bask in the afterglow, leaving a chaste kiss on his sweaty hairline.

"We really need to shower." I laugh.

Araan agrees and with one last kiss to my lips, gets up off me. He doesn't let me walk though, effortlessly swinging me up in his arms bridal style and carries me to the washroom. Under the spray of the shower, we make love once again. Araan's muscular arms holding me up against the wall and my legs around his hips, he enters me. Fucks me deep and so good, my eyes fall shut in resolute peace.

We eventually manage to clean ourselves thoroughly and get out of the shower in dry towels. I pick out a lime shaded saree and Araan opts for a cozy tshirt and sweatpants. So easy for boys to dress up. After drying my own hair, I help Araan and then we make the bed together. Throwing the wasted sheets in the hamper and putting on clean ones.

For breakfast, we head out of the house and stroll down the road to a diner and order pancakes and tea.

"We should invite your parents and the twins over sometime." I suggest, cutting a bite of my pancake and feeding it to Araan, who blushes cutely and takes the bite. "Maybe when my parents come over to visit us next month."

He nods in agreement, "That'd be nice. I have been thinking about something else too." Araan mumbles with his lips on the tea cup, eyes glinting.

I narrow my eyes suspiciously at him, "And what about?"

The responding grin is really suspicious as he puts down the tea cup and reaches across the table to take my free hand in his, running his thumb soothingly over my knuckles. The action's so intimate and soft, it directly touches my heart.

"We didn't have the chance to go on a honeymoon." He commences and my breath hitches. "I know we're both busy as of this time around, but maybe we can take a small trip next weekened. Somewhere far yet close enough to return in two days. A small honeymoon. If you're up for it that is."

I would have pranced at him if we weren't in public. Instead, I scoot over to sit next to him on the boothe and drag him in for a deep kiss. He reciprocates willingly, melting when our tongues briefly meet and then pull away.

"I'd love to go on a mini honeymoon with you." I affirm, stroking his jaw lovingly.

"Perfect." He beams, kissing my lips again.

Araan pays for the food and we step out of the diner hand in hand. It's warm in the morning so we walk around the park, watch the kids for a bit, chatting among ourselves. When a kid runs over to us and tackles to my legs.

"Hey, easy, love. You okay?" I coo and crouch down to dust his knees off the dry leaves. He looks up with rosy cheeks and a splitting grin, making my heart a gooey puddle at his adorableness.

"I'm okay, miss. Thank you." He says cheerfully, then pouts and trails his doe, innocent eyes up and down my saree. I stifle a snicker at his curious gaze. "What are you wearing?" He bewilders, reaching out to tentatively touch the fabric.

"It is called a saree, kiddo." I smile.

His eyes widen, the blue in them sparkling under the sunrays. "Like a princess'?"

I laugh softly, ruffling his hair. "Exactly."

"Wow. It is really pretty." He muses, touching my saree again.

"Thank you, sweetheart." I coo, pressing a kiss to his round cheek. "You should go and play with your friends now. They must be waiting for you."

"Oh yeah. Bye miss." He beams widely then runs off to meet with his friends by the slides.

Smiling fondly at his retreating figure, I stand back up and Araan finds my hand again, lacing them together.

"You're really good with kids." He mutters, eyes fond. "You'd be a good mother someday."

I blush, tucking some hair behind my ear shyly as we start walking back to our house. "Hopefully."

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