The sound of another harsh gust of wind woke me up. I blinked a few times and lifted my head, surveying the nearly full darkness. More surprising was the wide-awake Abi beside me who took a deep breath and kissed my cheek."What's up?"

"Nothing. The noise woke me up" I said, attempting to pull the sheet more to cover my delicate skin.

"I wonder what time it is." He rolled over and picked up his phone from the table. "Five o'clock."

Searching under the sheets I found his T-shirt somewhere in the corner of the bed. Slipping into his T-shirt I got up and stretched, cautiously putting weight on my sore ankle. It felt better and I walked slowly to the bathroom. I pulled the door shut only to let out a loud gasp feeling all the soreness down there.

Of course, it was sore. We were rough last night. Just the thought of it made me shiver. After finishing my business, I went back to bed and laid down on my side again. He was at the window, the dim lights from the room's corner flickering on his exposed skin. Standing in his black shorts, his upper body was bare for my eyes.

I couldnt help but smile and feel the little throb.

Come back to bed" I called softly, disappearing under the sheets.

He turned around and the curtain fell back into place." Aren't you the least bit curious about the early morning?"

"No"

Im tired, sleepy, and sore. Surely, Im not curious about the early morning but about him.

He walked slowly back to the bed and got back onto it."Are you cold?"

Now that he mentioned it, I realised that part of my shivering was from the temperature. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Grabbing the AC remote from the table beside the bed he lowered the AC temperature quickly and turned to my side again.

"Here" he said, pulling the covers up, tucking them around my shoulders and pulling me close, facing each other. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead." Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. More than fine."

He slid his hand down my side and rested it on my hip. I sucked in my breath and cuddled in closer." Are you?"

"Yes."

He moved his hand down to my pelvis, resting it lightly on the top. I moaned and moved my hips towards him."Shhh" he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I need to make sure you're okay."

" I'm okay."

" Hush. I need to make sure by myself."

He moved his fingers down and touched my outer lips. I moved my hips again, and he pressed them back. He ran his finger down my clitoral area, and I gasped again. He touched the entrance and gently pushed a fingertip inside, making me jump.

" Does that hurt?"

" It's a little sore."

"Is it?" He pressed it in a little further, and I gasped again." Do you remember how I felt inside you last night?"

"Yes" I said, almost panting as he moved it in even further." Yes, I remember."

He slid in with a second finger, still gentle and careful. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get them inside further but he pushed me back down with his other hand." You need to be patient, wife"

"I don't want to be patient," I said, turning and sitting up. Before he could respond I straddled his hips. He was hard and pressed against my core. I moaned again and put my hands on his chest. He reached up and grabbed my biceps, steadying me.

"What do you want, then?" he purred.

"You. I want you." I feel no shame in admitting what I want in front of him. He knows all my sides, and this needy and edgy side of me is nothing new for him. In fact, he adores and enjoys this side of me.

He let go of my arms and pulled the blanket up around my shoulders. I leaned forward so he would be under it too and his erection touched the entrance of my delicate flower. "You might not want to do this again so fast" he said, his voice husky.

I sensed the concern in his voice, but desperate times and desperate me really didn't care about anything else than the thought of having him right now.

" I do. I really do" I declared, looking deep into his eyes.

" Take your time, then" he said.

I pushed myself down to join us letting the head enter me. I sucked in my breath. It burned, and I felt him stiffen under me." Don't"

" Shhh" I put my index finger on his lips to shut him up and let us both enjoy the moment. I sat up enough to make his hardness slide in further.

My legs started to shake, both out of pain and excitement. I moved back and forth, feeling him move inside me. Each stroke hit the sore tissue and I gasped each time.

" Oh, it's sore," I said." It hurts, but... it feels so good too."

I rocked faster, putting my hands on his shoulders and digging my nails deep into his skin which I'm sure was going to leave a mark. I dipped down and sucked the side of his neck instantly earning a loud moan from him. Ive read so much about how a mans moan is such a big turn on and attractive until I heard Abis moan, which makes me feel so good that I doubt if heaven could match that level of pleasure, I get just by hearing his moans.

If male moans are a big turn on then, his moans are my favorite turn on.

His breath was ragged, and he wrapped his hands around my waist." Slow down. You're killing me."

"Take it as it is" I smirked before planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth and then trailing down to his jawline to pamper more kisses.

"Aru, please" he begged, and I grinned knowing how delicate he became under me, with me.

He began moving his hips under me in need of urgency. He held me in place as he slid deep inside then pulled back out. He kept moving, each thrust making me moan against his neck." Every time I move, you remember why.and you will remember how it feels when I'm inside you till the next time, we do it "he panted in my ear.

"God, yes" I murmured. He thrust into me harder pulling me up and down on his hard shaft. I kept gasping and moaning against his skin, biting at it, and rolling it between my teeth. He began panting as he moved under me. My fanny was stretched out all over again as he pushed his shaft into it. My button rubbed on his mound tingling with every stroke.

I slid my hands onto the mattress around his head and let go of his neck. I kissed his mouth and he groaned loudly. I moved with him, our hips grinding together. We were on the edge, needy, and crazy at the moment.

"Come for me" he said, breaking the kiss.

"fuckk" I moved with him until I came crying out again. My fanny throbbed around him, and he groaned.

"Yes" he pulled my hips down hard. He thrust up hard and I screeched.

Another set of loud moans left his mouth as he pushed up harder than ever. He moved me back and forth, up, and down, until he was empty. He didn't move, letting me lie on him as I rode out my own climax.

Once his breathing slowed down again, he wrapped his arms around me." Your way of rewarding me is amazing" he murmured into my ear.

"Be grateful then" I giggled

And then we both laughed along with each other.

He rolled us over and pulled me to him. We curled our legs around each other again, and he put his arms around me. I sighed and shuddered. He laughed and hugged me tighter. "Get some sleep before the sun rises."

I responded with a leisurely hum, as I already felt sleepy in his arms.

He laughed and kissed the top of my head." Sleep."

~*~

"Abi, close the curtain, please" I said hurriedly while hastily draping the folds of the saree.

Usually, we're not the kind of couple whos late for the office every day but sometimes it just happens beyond our control and today is one of those times. We both woke up late after sleeping for an extra two hours because my sweet husband snoozed the alarms five times.

The fun part? I slept late last night, and the reason is too obvious. Not him or the sex, but the book I was reading.

We can't have sex every night just because we're married. He's Abishan not Johnny Sins and I can't keep up with that much stamina either. Besides, Abi was working late, and I was determined to finish the book I started reading in the evening. It was just a four-hundred-page, toe-curling romance novel and I wouldn't sleep before finishing it. It's not like I'm missing romance in my life to only read romance books but I've always been a sucker for romance novels. Ever since I turned sixteen and got my hands on a book for the first time, I found the key to another world where everything felt so right and good. The books took me to another world and ever since that I loved the fictional world more than this real world until I met Abishan, who made me realise that it's not about which world we are—either the real world or the fictional world—but with whom we're sharing that world.

Yet I can't ditch my book boyfriends just because I got married to the nicest guy I've ever met. So, I randomly pick a book and finish reading it in a night. And now both of us are getting punished for oversleeping.

We're running late.

It was nearly seven-thirty when I opened my eyes, feeling the sun's rays on my face. The first thing I did was panic. Later, I woke him up and we both panicked until seven forty.

Finally, by seven-forty-five we had got our senses back and realised that we couldn't take the day off as we'd already applied for a week off.

Calculating the time, we decided on skipping breakfast' today to save some time. I took a bath in our bedroom's bathroom, and Abi left to take a bath in the guest room's bathroom. Time management!

I wished to wear something light and quick to dress up in but today our company is organising a press meet for the new book launch, and as a junior editor of the publication house I'm working in, I must look presentable and classy.

And when the word 'classy' comes in, a saree is the only thing I could think of. It is easy to drape and carry since I have many years of experience and it looks good on every occasion for me.

Abi entered the room while tucking his light, crisp pink shirt inside the dark grey formal pants he was wearing when I came out of the bathroom wearing a blouse and petticoat. Shame and awkwardness have left my life ever since I got married to him—all credit goes to my husband.

Showing no respect or attention to my semi-naked body that I was flaunting in front of him, he moved to the dressing table and combed his hair just as I expected.

Flipping my wet hair on the right side of my shoulder, I stood in front of the mirror beside him and began to drape the saree with all my focus.

" Don't wait for me in the evening; I may be late. There's a press conference for the new book launch. I'll take the office cab." I spoke with difficulty due to the safety pin I was holding between my teeth.

"Okay" he replied simply, and he took the perfume bottle.

While pinning the saree I noticed that my blouse knots were still undone, and I had makeup and hair to do.

"Abi, help me with the blouse knot" I asked him nicely to which he shook his head and replied" I'm getting late too. Help yourself."

How unromantic and rude of a husband!

But I'm no less.

I came back with a most effective comeback:" Okay, but also be ready to hear the same words tonight when you'll need something... desperately."

"You must... help yourself Abi" I smirked.

And the look on his face was worth everything. When he got it right, he looked horrified just by the thought of taking a cold shower tonight.

"Your way of threatening is on some other level" he muttered before standing right behind me and tying the blouse knots and I grinned like the devil that I am.

He was done getting ready and left the room while I was still doing the makeup and hair. These are the times I regret having long, thick, curly hair.

By the time I was done drying my hair, my stomach growled in hunger. Nevertheless, I ignored it and concentrated on doing a slight touch-up on my face to hide the dark bags under my eyes and the new breakouts in my skin. I should have taken my skin care seriously when I saw one pimple a week ago, now there are many around my cheek and chin. Waking up late has been making everything seem bad today.

Mentally making a list of things I needed to get done as soon as I reached the office, I applied the eyeliner looking in the mirror. But the sight of Abi walking in with a plate in his hand caught my attention.

He made jam bread.

At least he prepared something that is easy to make and quick to fill our stomach too.

It's not about what he cooked or what not because all that matters is that he notices the little things and takes care of them. Even though we decided to skip breakfast as we were getting late when he got ready before me and had ten more minutes free until I got ready, he thought to put those ten minutes into something that could make my day a little less bad. I know that if not now, I won't get time to eat for the rest of the day as I'm going to be super busy, but he knew that too. Therefore, he thought to make me eat something so that I could sustain myself until I got my next meal of the day.

Eating something is better than not eating anything at all.

" Eat while getting ready. I'll feed you."

He didn't even wait for my response as he brought the bread slice close to my mouth.

These little acts of care he shows, the way he notices every single small thing about and around me, the amount of attention and time he puts into understanding me in a deeper way and his constant efforts to make me feel better in everything.

Isn't he the right person at the right time for me?

He is, for sure.

Taking a bite, I mumbled a thank you and he took another bite of jam-bread. He kept feeding me while I got ready. Within a few minutes, we were done eating and getting ready.

"By the way, you look breathtaking today," said Abi when I locked the main door.

"Wish I could say the same" I chuckled while getting inside the car.

Teasing him is my part-time job.

He too got inside the driving seat and wore his seat belt.

" It's okay if you can't... I'm sure some other woman in my office will say that for sure." He winked at me and was about to accelerate but stopped when I pulled him close holding his shirt collar causing him to end up in amusement.

Looking into his eyes I tightened my grip on his collar to keep him still as I leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft and needy kiss. He was surprised but smiled in the kiss when I pulled him closer, and he did not try to resist at all. It was a passionate, breathtaking kiss. After a minute of sucking and nibbling his lips, I left his lips for good and looked at him with a plastered face.

"Try saying that again. I'll seize every breath of yours. Because." My gaze dropped on the corner of his lips, and I smiled, noticing the smudged lipstick mark there. Taking my thumb to his lips I rubbed it off and looked back into his eyes again as I breathed against his lips. "You are mine."