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Aarav's pov
I was washing my hands when I heard my wife's scream of horror and that got me hurriedly making my way out of the bathroom. Upon entering the bedroom, I was bestowed with the sight of her flustered face which was curtained by her hair from both sides while she wriggled to unite her hands.

"Stop doing that unless you want that duvet to drop off your body." She gasped, finally acquainted with my presence, her wiggles dying right after.

Letting out a chuckle, I climbed on the bed, thoroughly enjoying her flustered state as I pushed the curls behind her ears.

"Something happened last night ?" Her voice quivered with a mixture of dilemma and uneasiness.

Gripping her chin, I tipped her face up to finally let our eyes meet. "Something would have happened if you weren't so wasted, baby."

Her palms covered her face as she shook her head. "This is embarrassing."

"What truly is embarrassing is the time I spent in the cold shower last night." A cute confused frown appeared on her face, only to be replaced by flaming of her cheeks when understanding dawned her in.

Her eyes rounded everywhere but me before it halted on something behind me. "You slept on the couch ?"

I threw a quick glance at the said couch, my aching back reminding me that small thing isn't comfortable to sleep on.

"You have been testing my control for months, sweetheart, however it still is very frail." My lips brush on the corner of her lips, eliciting a shaky breath from her. "Wrapped in the duvet like the delicious meat stuffed in a burrito, I couldn't test the waters. I would rather have liked to taste something else."

I muttered the last part nonetheless her eyes widened since we were so close that she must have heard that. "That's crude." She admonished.

"That doesn't even reach close to the fantasies I've of you, Honey-eye." She gaped at, baffled, not expecting my bluntness.

A minute rolled on in silence, and then she forwarded her hands, which I had to tie with my shirt last night, as a silent cue to open it. Her gaze drops on my bare torso, lingering there for a moment before it drops to her lap, the scarlet on her cheeks now prominent.

It is driving me fucking crazy that how innocent yet temptingly seductive she looks right now. The combination in itself is so forbidden. But fuck it if that could suppress my desire to corrupt it, to drag her in the depth of my darkness and to consume all of her.

We were engraved in each other's destiny before we even realised it. And I wouldn't stop until I possess her as mine in every way irrecoverable.

On instinct her hand flew to hold the duvet when I tugged at its end on the back since it resulted in it loosening around her body. "Get fresh, sweetheart. Your clothes will be here by the time you finish your brunch."

"And what am I supposed to wear till then ?" The hangover must have started to kick in as now she was massaging her forehead.

"What I had tied around your wrist."

That got her peering at me with incredulity, "You can't be serious!?"

"In case you want me to doll you up myself and show how serious I actually am ?"

All the fight died and something akin to nervousness and timidness took over her demeanour.

"Turn around."

My eyebrows shot up nonetheless I decided to not push her any further and did so. Before I could even take a glance, she sprinted inside the bathroom.

Soft footfalls approached in my direction and first my gaze caught the sight of the bare legs, travelling up and I found myself short of breath. This is the sight I would do anything to have everyday. Her, in nothing but my shirt, looking like an absolute angel walking straight to the devil, with that blinding innocence looming around her.

I couldn't blink and what the fuck breathing is ?

Her lips pursed, hesitation evident in her eyes, dwelling into anticipation as she stared at my outstretched hand. As eventually her hand slid into mine, ripples of unforeseen electricity surged within me and my hold tightened around her wrist while I pulled her on my lap.

Tangling through her messy curls, my fingers found their way to her scalp in rhythmic motion. She let out a sigh, melting in my arms. "Want to sleep some more ?"

"No" came her reply, however the hoarseness in her voice said otherwise. I didn't say anything further and just continued to gently massage her scalp.

By the way she was breathing, I knew she wasn't sleeping so I decided to break the silence. "Why did you drink so much, sweetheart ?"

"I didn't. It was a stupid game and no one knew which glass had alcohol."

"Drink all you want, baby, but just don't get wasted off your senses. It scares me." And fuck it really do scare me.

Tension bolted my muscles, my insides waging in repulse after the moment of vulnerability. A gentle hand ran over my shoulder, easing the tension out of my demeanour.

"It's fine. It's okay to care. Fear and strength goes along." Her soft gaze caught me into captivation and fuck I'm going to preserve that smile, which she just gave me, for forever.

I cleared my throat in an attempt to divert the subject. "My experience says you don't like clothes when you're drunk. You are always on for a strip show."

"Are you trying to enunciate me as a stripper ?"

My hands raised in defence. "Of course not, sweetheart." Her eyes continued to pin me down with a glare, her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

T H E P R E V I O U S N I G H T~~~

Gathering her hair in my fist, my free hand softly stroked her back while she leaned above the commode, puking her guts out.

Once she was done, I helped her wash her face and rinse her mouth and then dabbed her face with a towel. Picking another towel, I drenched it so that I could clean the splatter of puke from her clothes.

I brought her back into the room, making her sit on the edge. "Now stay seated like a good little wife until I bring you something to change in."

Jutting my chin up, I matched her drowsy stare with my serious one, and her response came with an obedient childlike nod. My sweet wife.

Throwing a last glance her way, I retreated in the walking closet.

"Sweetheart_" I halted midway, my smile fell whereas she was grinning in my way. Without control my gaze swapped across her and all blood in my system drained towards the south.

Fuck! Squeezing my eyes shut, a futile attempt to get my mind off the picture of her naked glory. In urgency, my body sprinted towards the bed, pulling the duvet as I hastily put it around her body, trying my best to avoid skin touch as much as possible.

"Damn, Honey-eye! I would be the first man to be registered as the husband who died from cold showers." I gritted out, my tone tortured.

Her body wriggled in protest, her arms flying over to shove me off while I picked her and brought her to the bed.

"I told you to stay seated. I guess you enjoy defying me, sweetheart. Don't you ?"

"It smelled bad." The cute scowl on her face bestead to bring a little calm to my pulse.

"That's why I went to bring you something to put on."

"But I don't want to." She pouted. "I want to sleep, naked."

My jaw clenched and I forced my junior to not use a brain of his own. "We shouldn't sleep naked, sweetheart."

"Why ?"

"Because it's bad." My tone was thronged with seriousness, as I tried to make her agree with me.

That got her silent and I was about to let out a sigh of relief when her next statement made my jaw drop, "I want to try bad things."

And why the fuck my junior was getting excited in all the bad ways ? Calm down, buddy. My wife is torturing me enough, I don't want you to add on it.

My attention was dragged by the knock on the door. I instructed Mish to stay in her place with a glare before I went to fetch the bowl of soup which I ordered the maid to prepare.

Hastily putting the tray on the nightstand, I got hold of her hands which were trying to get out of the duvet. She shot me a glare, throwing a fist like a spoiled brat, her body swinging. Reciprocating her glare with one of my own, I tied her wrists with the shirt I brought earlier.

Blowing on the hot soup, I ventured it closer to her lips. "Come on, open your mouth, baby."

"Why ? Will you kiss me then ?"

My gaze gleamed with incendarious amusement, my face scooting closer. "Do you want that, darling ? Do you want me to kiss you ?"

A shaky breath wavered out from her parted lips, drawing my attention to those soft petals.

"I don't know." Her voice was low, like a lost child. "Does it feel good ?"

"It does." I rasped and her eyes shot up.

"Will you show me ?"

My gaze darkened. "Has it really been so long that you've forgotten the way I kiss you ?"

Sensing her swarmed in my words, I grabbed the opportunity to feed her the soup. Her stomach must have gotten empty after throwing up and it would even help with the hangover. She continued to show tantrums but somehow I managed to make her finish the entire bowl.

"Now sleep." Wiping the remnants from her lips, I managed to lay her down only for her to sit back. Exerting a defeated sigh, I laid her back and then wrapped my arms around her, not allowing her a way out.

Eventually fatigue took over her and she dozed off. Kissing on her forehead, I made my way towards the bathroom, bracing myself for the awaiting cold shower.

~~~B A C K T O P R E S E N T

My fingers ran along her bare thighs and the anger extinguished in her gaze and her breath hitched. Not letting her breathing to relax, my lips captured hers, feverishly moulding together.

Upon sensing her lips, timidly yet spirited, attempting to reciprocate, bewildered me, pausing my actions for a moment. She parted away, her gaze thronged with uneasiness. "Um_ I_"

My lips sealed hers momentarily, my forehead dropping against hers. "You're my fucking aphrodisiac, Honeye-eye. One touch and every single sense in my body ablazes."

Her gaze averted, refusing to match my scorching stare, and my fingers swaddled around her neck, angling her face just inches away from mine.

"I beg you to show some mercy and make me the luckiest man alive and please kiss me back."

Fuck I don't care if I sound desperate. I knew I was addicted to her lips but her reciprocating the kiss, it definitely got me in chokehold.

Our lips collided again, in a silent symphony, letting her get adjusted. Neither too frantic nor too leisurely, following a sensual dance.

Her back arched as I gave a squeeze to her thighs, keeping the small mewl she let out incarcerated within my mouth. Her nails dug into my shoulder and the beast inside me roared, my pace turning too fervent for her to synchronise.

In the meantime, I tried my devious mind to not focus on how the only barricade between our torso is the thin fabric or how I can feel every curve of her against mine.

Her soft yet frantic pants resonated in the air, meanwhile she rested her head on my shoulder. My hands soothingly ran through her hair as I brushed them away from her shoulder, my lips finding her skin.

What started with soft pepper kisses soon turned into fervent nibbles, my teeth grazed against her skin and soon the tongue joined. Inadvertently a moan rumbled past her throat making me smirk against her skin.

Drawing patterns on her thighs, my hand slid on to her waist, slithering further upward. Abruptly she jerked away from my arms, taking me aback. Her face turned in another direction but I already caught the conflict and anguish on it.

With cautious steps, I moved closer to her and held her shoulders, turning her to face me.

"What's wrong, baby ?"

"I_" she paused, took a deep breath and let her eyes line with mine. "I'm not ready for anything more."

I gave a soft pat of appreciation on her cheeks that got her staring at me with confusion. "Next time, voice it out like a command, sweetheart." I grasped her chin, before further adding, "And we were not going to have sex, if that's what you're worried about."

Her cheeks glazed with crimson at how blunt I was.

"My first time isn't quite a good memory for me. It made me feel pathetic. I just can't push the feeling yet."

It felt like being stabbed in the guts and it was me who looked away this time. I feel like an asshole even though I had no idea about it for years. Why in hell did I force myself too hard to believe that it was just a drunk hallucination ?

But fuck! It's not about me, it's about her. About us.

"Let me change that for you, sweetheart. Until then, you see that_" Her gaze followed my line of sight and it widened upon seeing the very evident bulge in my pants and she instantly looked away. "You can anytime kick on my balls and get off some steam."

Her head wobbled in disbelief as she slapped my chest and I caught her arms, pulling her to me. "Don't you think that would trample your chances for kids in future ?"

"We can always adopt some. Anyway it wouldn't be the first time in my family."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I'm not talking about myself."

The sultriness of her sigh tickled on my chin as I kissed her nose bump, my arms swaddling around her body. "I've got you, Honeye-eye."

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