[Chapter 12]

Lumira

My fantasy to have my boobs attended like that was no where near as arousing and incredible as the reality feels.

Having Ayan's mouth on them as he suckles on my nipple like his life depends on it, has my toes curling in pleasure and insides clenching hard.

The panties aren't enough anymore and I may have ruined the bedsheet but I can care less about laundry when my fiancé's worshipping my boobs like this.

I moan continuously while urging his head to be closer as he's already devouring my breast while moulding and squeezing the other.

I am in complete bliss, taken over by raw desires. I have never felt loved and cared like this by anyone before.

By the time we both have reached our climax, I am drained and satisfied, though it disappoints me when he pulls away from my nipple.

The feel of his warm mouth around my hard nipple is a feeling out of the world. I can never not crave it.

But I guess he didn't want to overstimulate me during our first intimate moment.

My sweetest husband.

I sleep soundly in my lover's arms that night. Peaceful and content.

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In the morning, I wake up and my face heats up in utter embarrassment when I spot the wet patch I've made on the bed.

I carefully climb out of the bed to not wake Ayan and slide the sheet out from under his weight, then throw it in the hamper.

Grabbing my clothes, I head for a much needed shower and another wave of embarrassment hits me when I remove my panties and see the state of it.

This man had me spilling like never before. It's almost scary how much he affects me.

A shy smile graces my lips as I shower and cleanse my body properly, still floating in clouds while recalling our night together.

If that had felt this good, I wonder how much more it would feel when we finally have sex.

Fuck, even thinking about that is making me clench my thighs.

I quickly finish the shower, dry myself and put on a tank top and shorts. I don't put on a bra knowing it'd be hard to keep our hands to ourselves after the long wait. And we don't have work today so no worries about going out.

When I step out of the shower with my hair damp and fallen over my back, I gasp a little to see Ayan sitting on the bed, shirtless and my mouth waters at the sight of his toned olive skin and ripped muscles.

I was too gone in my own pleasure to notice his Greek God body last night, and now he just took my breath away.

"Where did you go?" He asks sleepily and rubs his eyes with his fists.

I coo inwardly at how adorable he looks with hair all tousled and eyes droopy from sleep. Like a baby.

"I took a shower. You should too." I say and walk closer to stand between his legs.

He hugs my waist and puts his head on my stomach, giving me butterflies. I stroke his hand and press a kiss atop his head.

"I loved last night." He says and I shiver when his hot breath fans my stomach.

"Me too." I reply in a heartbeat, face warm and shy.

He looks up at me then his gaze flickers to my boobs, he presses kisses on my clothed nipples and my toes curl in ecstacy.

"Baby, we need food. Come on." I pull his face away as he tries to sneak under my top.

He pouts but agrees when I kiss his lips. A literal big baby. My baby.

I chuckle and ruffle his hair before handing him some spare clothes that he had left at mine earlier because he wanted to be prepared to spend more time together.

He goes to shower and I step out of the bedroom to go and make breakfast.

This is so domestic and it pleases my heart, I can really get used to this.

I want this to be my forever.

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I was immersed in making pancakes so I didn't hear Ayan's footsteps. I gasp when I feel him hugging me from behind and placing a kiss on my neck, making me shiver.

"Good morning." He mutters.

I can smell my shampoo on him and my heart flutters. He smells like mine.

"Good morning, fiancé." I grin.

"Would you like to go out today?" He asks, he keeps hugging me like a koala as I move around the kitchen to get plates and cups.

"Uhm, I was thinking we should just stay inside today and be comfortable. For the next ceremonies we'd have to be always out and tired. We should enjoy as much as the relaxed time's left." I reason.

He purses his lips in thought, "Right. You're so thoughtful." He kisses my cheek.

I smile and kiss his cheek in return. "Now go and arrange the table." I order.

"I need to do something before that." He says making me frown.

Before I can comprehend what's he doing, he has cupped my breasts from behind and squeezes them hard, a languid moan slips out of my mouth as I throw my head back on his shoulder.

"I think I'm in love with them." He speaks in a soft husk, and goosebumps rise all over my skin.

Shit. I just changed into new panties. I can't have him ruin it so fast.

"Ayan, stop. You shameless prick."

I try to wiggle out of his grasp but he firmly holds my boobs and squeezes them again, using his thumb and index finger to pinch the nipples that are already stood in attention. My body's crazy about his touches too.

"Ah, A-Ayan.. later. I'll let you do whatever you want later." I promise.

"Okay." He lets go and with one last kiss on my cheek, he goes to prepare the table for breakfast.

I shake my head and smile to myself.

He's the perfect husband I could have ever asked for. So sweet, kind, handsome and understanding.

I can't wait for our marriage and spend the eternity with this amazing man.

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