(Chapter 17)

Syha

As promised, Araan makes love to me that night. Fast and hard at first, then a small break later, he takes his time and makes love to me slow and deliberately. Spreading kisses all over my body, leaving tiny kisses under my boobs and sucking marks there.

I am all but enchanted under his spell, only occasionally pulling him up for bruising kisses.

His name keeps falling from my lips reverently, heart satisfied and insides clenching in desperation as he fills me up with his load. It's electrifying.

Multiple orgasms later, we lay in bed, chasing our breaths back while basking in the warmth of each other's arms.

"I have booked for our honeymoon next week. A beautiful place at the end of the town. There's boating rides and pool. I think it will be perfect for our mini honeymoon." Araan tells as I draw mindless patterns on his bare chest.

"Whatever you have got for us, I'm sure, it will be perfect." I press a kiss to his pec and he laughs, ticklish. I smile when Araan kisses the top of my head.

"Ever since you've come into my life, I have been feeling happier. Like never before. Thank you so much. I think I-" He stops and my heart leaps up my throat.

I know what he wants to say. The same words are on the tip of my tongue too, for months now. He tenses and I lift my head off his chest and cup his jaw, smiling warmly at him.

"I love you, Araan. I love you so much and I promise to never hurt you or leave you." I seal the deal with a kiss to his chin.

His eyes well up as he relaxes and leans down to kiss my lips, sweetly and pours his passion into it. "I love you too," he mutters against my lips. "So fucking much. I don't think I have ever loved anyone this much." He admits and this is everything. I blink back my happy tears and kiss him again, going on top of him to straddle his hips.

Araan's hands find their way to my bare butt as he gropes there and I gasp, he takes the opportunity to mingle our tongues together in a lewd battle. I rub my hands up and down his abs, chest, circling his buds and he responds by kissing me ardently and squeezing my buttcheeks harshly.

"Love you so much," I breathe in his neck, sucking and licking over the sweaty skin and slowly lower myself down on his already rerected length.

He hisses and bucks his hips up to meet the reunion, groaning and holding me close. "Love you more." His tone rumbles as he talks, hands moving up to fondle with my bouncing boobs, and we lose ourselves to another bound of bliss.

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~Three weeks later~

Araan has fallen really sick after our return from the honeymoon. The water there didn't suit him and he has a really high fever now.

My sensitive baby.

I have taken a week off from work to tend to him. Thankfully, David has stopped bugging me since that night. Probably, hopefully, he finally got the message.

"Baby, come on. You have to take the meds so you can get better soon. Or you want to stay in bed for more days." I scold gently as Araan refuses to take his fever and vomitting medicines. "I can't take another week off. Do you want to be alone and sick then?" I add to threat him but it does the opposite.

His big eyes fill with tears as he huddles himself under the blanket, jutting his chin away from me. "It's okay. You can go back to work. Don' have to stay here for me and miss your more important work." He says brokenly.

My heart aches as I realize my mistake. Rushing to get on the bed, I hug him to me despite his struggles. Scattering kisses all over his head and heated face.

"No, baby. I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry. I just want you to take the meds and get well soon. It hurts me to see you sick. Please, bubs. Don't get me wrong. I love taking care of you but not seeing you in pain. I'm sorry." I beg, and cup his face to meet his glistening eyes.

He sniffs cutely but smiles, making me relax. "It's okay. I guess I'm just too emotional now." He laughs.

I kiss his head and then hand him the pills again. He takes them willingly this time and swallows them with a glass of water then lays back down.

Afterwards, I make him soup but he barely finishes half the bowl. Instead, he curls up under the blanket and calls for me.

I smile knowingly and get on bed with him. I pull my shirt up and let him latch on my nipple. He suckles greedily and plays with the other. He still feels warm to the touch as I card my fingers through his slightly damp hair, kissing his face with utmost endearment. At least this way he sleeps well and peacefully. And that's all I care about.

I hate that even for a second he thought my work is more important than him.

At this point in marriage, I have come to realize that he is the most important thing in my life and I will forever be grateful to that bitch Lydia for letting him go so he could be mine.

It may sound a little selfish, but for my baby, I am ready to be selfish.

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