[Chapter 22]

Lumira

After spending a blissful, wonderful, ecstatic, rejuvenated week in Paris, we return home on a thursday. We still have a few more days before returning to our daily life.

Ayan's family welcome us with a grand decoration around the house. This is my first time in his house and it almost resembles a mansion, with marble staircase, chandelier and all. Impressive.

A huge banner hanging at the entrace says 'Welcome home, love birds'. It makes me shy and happy.

The house was already full of guests when we arrived.

"Get some rest and come down later. They're gonna be here." Samantha says.

I notice Ayan wanting to say something in annoyance but I grip his hand tight and stop him.

He takes me up to his room and I am once again mesmerized by the gorgeous yet humble interior. They have also decorated the room with candles and flowers. It looks really pretty.

"I told her to not huddle the house with people right away. That we'd be tired." He grumbles, removing his socks and jacket.

"Hey, it's okay. It's only for a few days then we can rest all we want."

He pouts snd slithers his arms around me, I put my hands on his chest.

"I wanted to spend the rest of the time with you before we were thrown at work." He says sadly.

Smiling, I kiss his lips. "We have the whole night to ourselves. Don't worry." I assure and hug him tight. Ok

He grunts but hugs me back, nuzzling my neck. With soft rubs on his back, we sway side to side. Just happy to be married and in each other's embrace.

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The rest of the day's spent with Ayan's cousins and relatives. We eat together then everyone heads to the backyard to play some games.

Ayan takes every sneaky chance to get his hands on me and finally succeeds to take me behind one of the larger bushes.

"What-" he cuts me off with a thigh clenching kiss on the lips. Our tongues tangle and moans muffle as I hold his shoulders tight. His hands slide down to grope my butt and he squeezes them hard, making my panties wet.

"Lumiara?" I abruptly push him away and fix myself before heading back to where the others are.

I see him following me with a salty smirk on his face and blush furiously.

It'd be so fucking embarrassing if someone had seen us like that.

After dinner and some more laughter around, I feel my muscles ache and tiredness seeping into my bones. Ayan being the perfect husband he is, notices right away. He talks to his mother and walks to me to get us upstairs.

We bid farewell to everyone and head up to the cocoon of our room.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles. We are lying on his bed, facing each other. I cup his face and kiss both of his cheeks.

"Don't. It's my family too, I was happy spending time with them." I assure.

He smiles and hugs me tight.

"Can I- I have them?" He asks hesitantly, his palm resting on my breast.

I nod timidly, shy and giddy. He quickly pulls my dress up and bra cups down, latching on my nipple. As much as it pacifies him, this course of action helps melt all my tension away as well.

I sigh deeply and close my eyes, enjoying his warm mouth and hot tongue sucking my nipple. His hand moves up to squeeze my other breast and I moan. My insides quiver in pleasure and I let myself leak to the intensity.

We gradually fall asleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night to pee. Gently prying my nipple out of his mouth, I cover him with the blanket and go to use the washroom. I change into a tank top and shorts, wash up slightly then return to the bed.

Ayan seems to be in a deep sleep when I scoot closer to him. Pulling my top up, I push my other nipple in his mouth and he lazily suckles on it, giving me peace.

I caress his hair and fall asleep again.

This is the intimacy I have craved and now I can't get enough. It completes my heart knowing my husband's equally invested in this and it gives me clarity that we are actually destined for each other.

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