*Mature Scenes*

His cheeks burned a bright crimson, a red fiery painting his features in his obvious innocence regardless of the lustful thoughts that threatened to shatter his resolve. Her hands were on his belt, and Nicholas couldn't breathe. The air was knocked from his lungs while his pulse shifted downwards, his restraint crumbling under her gentle touch. 

Her fingers shook. 

Don't be lustful, Nick. Focus on her. Forget about your needs, he tried to tell himself, closing his eyes as she successfully pulled the leather nuisance off. God knows I don't want to stop. 

Like a flash of lightning, he remembered her shaking hands, her nervous lip bite, and her uneasy eyes. Nicholas opened his eyes, taking her hands in his, and struggling to maintain his composure. His breathing was uneven, heart racing against his chest, body inflamed with burning desire for the one girl he always wanted since the day she ran into the library and straight into his assistance.

Startled and confused, Dina stared up at him, eyes wide, black khol smudged and thick lashes flickering with every blink, a natural beauty who excelled at the exotic smolder that drove him wild. Her eyes reminded him of the maple of an autumn's day, an intoxication on a somewhat cold day, resembling a dark brown that glowed with her every thought. 

Slowly, her lips parted, and a delicious stirring vibrated throughout his body. Easy, buddy.

"Dina," he whispered breathlessly, "are you sure?"

She cocked her head, smiling deviously at him. "I've been sure," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "The question is, are you going to take my offer?"

He playfully nipped at her earlobe, drawing a giggle from her. "Careful, sweetheart," he warned, voice dangerously low. Nicholas pinched her waist. "You don't want to start something you can't finish."

Dina pulled back a bit, hands falling to his shoulder blades as she did her own exploring. When her feather-like touches danced across his chest, his breath hitched, grip tightening. Knowing her effect on him, Dina continued her ongoing torture, her consistent teasing. Her hands trailed from the muscle of his arms, down his pectorals, and painfully slow down his front, lingering as she got closer and closer to the most heated part of his body. 

Nicholas inhaled sharply, watching her with his bright blue eyes, feeling anticipation cloud over his judgment. 

His wife hid her smile, pulling the bottom of her succulent lips into her mouth, one he was dying to taste, to devour. "And if I do start?" she asked, soft voice dragging across his veins, a tantalizing drug that he needed to hear more of. "Will you stop me?"

"God, no," he exhaled.

Her fingers brushed over his most sensitive region, eliciting a long, heavy groan from him.

"So, I don't see a-"

Nicholas couldn't stand it anymore. He gripped her chin, roughly claiming her lips in a seering, passionate kiss that had her knees buckling. Pulling her sensual body against him, all logic flew from his mind, all sensibility withered into dust, all control succumbed to his desires. Her lips moved against his, mouth opening, soft gasps escaping her, and fingers winding into his already disheveled blonde hair.

Without realizing, Nicholas had Dina pushed against the mattress, his body between her shapely legs. His lips not once leaving hers as he continued to bite, nibble, and pull at the delicate skin. With every intake of breath, he couldn't help but dive in for more. With every taste, he couldn't help but thirst after more. 

His wife consumed his every thought, his every desire. She was the bane of his existence, the woman of his dreams. He fell for the girl wrapped under layers in the library. He fell for the woman that ran after her dreams without a moment of hesitation. He fell for Dina without realizing how far the ground was below. Instead, Nicholas continued to fall, continued to bury himself in her personality. 

Nicholas couldn't think straight. His mind worked in puzzles, body reacting to her every movement. He was acutely aware of every sound, every curve, every sensitive spot that made her fall deeper into the pillows. 

He moved his kisses to her neck, loving the feel of her body arched up to his, and the sweetness of her impulsive reactions, how she practically threw herself at him when his hands went under her hoodie, memorizing every curve of her alluring figure. His lips scorched from passion, yet he couldn't contain the fire that continued to grow, the heat that melted his insecurities. Only in her presence could such an action be possible.

Dina would never judge him. She would never make him feel less than what he was. Her continued support only elevated his need to have her entirely to himself, to be selfish enough to keep her away from another man's arms. 

He pulled back entirely, staring down at her, a feeling of gratitude overtaking his senses and reigning his last ounce of control back into his ignited system, a calming mint to his need.

Below him, his wife's raven black hair sprawled across the silk that encompassed their bedsheets, the light that illuminated from her hooded eyes, her sultry expression. Like the touch of a blushing rose, her cheeks and lips mirrored that petal, emulated that innocence and beauty. The dark brown of her enchanting eyes lured him closer to his undoing. 

Instinctively, his hand cradled her cheek while the other fell back at her hip. Dina raised a brow at him, still out of breath, but meticulously observing his visage soften before he leaned down, noses barely brushing, eyes an electric blue meeting her dark abyss. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, how much he cherished their first time, how much he'd always love her. 

She had to know. 

"Dina," he whispered, pecking her lips briefly. "Do you have any idea how important you are to me?"

She laughed in her usual adorable way, cute and bubbly, full of lightheartedness yet gentle enough to erase all the negativity from his mind. The flash of her glistening, pearly teeth brought memories of all their banters together, all those hours he spent lost in her breathtaking smile and thinking how she could never be his. 

Yet here she was in his arms. Thank you, Allah. You gave me a woman that I never deserved to claim as my wife, but for some reason, You paired us together. 

"Nick, are you getting emotional?" she teased. 

He nipped at her neck playfully. "Shut up," he said, kissing a slow trail back to her lips. "I'm serious."

"How important am I to you?"

Nicholas moved far enough to see her eyes glaze with curiousity. "More than you'd ever know," he whispered, heart clattering with his bones at the overwhelming amount of love he felt towards the woman trapped beneath his body. "You're my once in a lifetime, a blessing that I never deserved."

Her eyes glistened.

He chuckled. "And I'm so damn lucky to call you my wife."

She shook her head, hands at his chest. "Nick-"

He kissed her again, unable to help himself or his raging hormones. Nicholas didn't know why his lips kept searching for any part of her to kiss, but he knew that he was slowly becoming addicted to his sweet wife and to the parts of her that were unknown to him.

"I love you," he rasped against her lips, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

"I'm in a hoodie," she laughed softly.

"And you look incredible in it," he admitted, loving the faint blush that painted her sun-kissed skin as if she was partly made of light. Nicholas felt a new wave of confidence as illicit thoughts entered his mind once more, but this time he wasn't suppressing them.

"Oh?" she edged him on, ever so delicately rolling her hips against him, extracting a very low, almost animalistic noise from the back of his throat. "What happened to my... shy husband?"

He pinched her waist in warning. "That's enough snide remarks from you," he smiled devilishly when he grabbed the hem of the oversized attire. "Right now, I want this all off."

"All?"

He didn't bother answering as he followed his heart's desire to have his wife in ways he'd only dream of having. Nicholas released his iron grip from his self control, allowing the tendrils of passion to consume the two of them in an everlasting glow of ardor.

Their clothes laid scattered across the room, undergarments lost under the sheets while they were buried into their lover's embrace, trapped by the vortex of their yearning, an irresistible urge never to be quenched until that night. No longer did the forbidden taint her purity nor did the insecurities mar his diligence. Their hot breaths mingled with sweaty bodies, another sound lost to the airy moans of release and acceptance.

Tied by the knot, they were newly weds who were attached by their destinies like vines intertwining and their love blossoming like the buds on the first day of spring, vibrant and ripe. That night as Nicholas divulged into his restrained lust, he coveted for her pleasure. That night as Dina made her approval known, she chased after his.

And as the dawn began to break the night's canvas in a spray of pink and orange tints, like ripping into darkness, their time together had only begun, and their gentle embrace roused to another repeat of their craving desire.

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Nemo got busy last night.

Too much for anyone? I tried to be discreet and poetic.

I have decided to make this book a total of 80 chapters, so there's still a decent amount still left. I hope it isn't becoming too boring!

Y'all I wrote this while I was waiting to go to Qiyam. I'M STILL BLUSHING I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO READ THAT.

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