Chapter 72

Four

Something was menacing the clear sky of Oriental as clouds had fully covered the star carpet.

Inside the dark room without light, his portentous calm was rivaling the clouds. Since he left in the morning, worried to death for her health, she didn't recall or reply to his calls or messages. Even his boy was cold with him too.

Something stirred inside him. What could have been the problem that she decided to act like this?

He went to the King to drag any information that could help him understand, but it was futile for him, but not for the other one.

Serkan, knowing the truth behind their marriage, cursed himself for the words he said to her.

Watching how his friend crumbled down only on the thought that, unwanted, he might have triggered any pain in her, made him rethink all his actions towards his recent obsession.

But when obsession becomes compulsive, you can't give up just like that.

The light of a car illuminated his room, revealing the dark angel inside. His white shirt was partially unbuttoned, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hiding his hands inside his pants. His face traced the chauffeur inside the car as she stepped out and looked at him. Instead of going through the front door, she came in front of him. The dim light from the torch on the sidewalk allowed them to see each other.

His angry stare was ready to burn, while hers remained calm like a lake. Each breath caused his jaw to tense in return she smiled at him, playfully.

He was taken aback,

Shocked, will be less to say,

But she disappeared before revealing too much.

In no time, the door opened and light illuminated the room, but he didn't move from his spot. She looked around and the object on his desk terrified her.

"What does this mean, on your desk?" She picked up the metallic object with her hands. He saw her reflection in the window and turned around, removing his hand from his pocket to take it from her.

"If I were to learn of losing you, I would give my life in an instant," he stared into her mysterious eyes, which were quickly filling with tears.

His thumb gently touched her perfectly shaped left eyebrow, tracing down to her eyes, catching the tear, and then placing it inside his mouth to taste.

"Happy tears, huh? My queen took pleasure in making me unhappy today, and enjoyed keeping me on the edge of life."

Without calling, without messaging,  and teaching our boy to lie? What have I done to earn this enmity today?" His breath brushed against her lips as he deviously spoke near them. She couldn't resist the desire that had been unleashed from the depths of her core. Even closing her thighs wasn't enough to suppress the passionate longing she felt right now.

Knowing that he might leave her feeling unsatisfied, she grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his in a fervent kiss. She thought he would deny her, but in an instant, he cleared the desk and placed her on top of it. Her crop top prevented him from accessing his desired area, but that wasn't his main focus right now. He craved her essence desperately.

Sitting on his throne-like chair, he made her spin so that her legs were in front of him. This innocent action only increased the bile rising in her throat. She tried to focus on her desperate cravings for his touch, but nature seemed to be working against her.

Although his shallow breath on her intimate parts caused her nectar to flow and stain her pants, the bile in her esophagus had other plans.

"Stop!" she yelled for the first time since they had been together.

He froze and immediately withdrew himself from her honeyed gates. She quickly rose and ran to the bathroom within their chamber.

"Sibel," his voice, tinged with the pain of past sins, reached her as she struggled to control her vomiting session. Her heart was broken in more ways than one.

Her stomach rejected all the food she had eaten with her family, as evidenced by the remnants scattered across the floor. She just couldn't make it to the sink in time.

On her knees, with her hands sprawled beside her, she emptied her stomach. Yellow and black dots clouded her vision, and she felt herself succumbing to the darkness. Just as she was about to fall, she was lifted up and immediately curled inside his broad chest, staining his shirt with her vomit.

He ever so delicately cleaned her up and changed her outfit into his large shirt with no underwear.

"Sibel, you are worrying me now! Mert didn't say anything about your results. I am sorry, love, I became selfish asking for myself when you are my breath. Let's go to the doctor now! Maybe you have the flu or…" he blubbered fast and she watched amused, "come here. Lie with me!" She reached her hand towards him and he didn't let them hang in the air as he caught them, kissing and touching her face. She could tell the worry in his eyes.

Sibel took his hand and pulled up the shirt above her stomach, knowing well she was naked down there. He gave her a glare but different from what he imagined, she placed his hand over her stomach a little bit down on the right side.

"It hurts here?!" He questioned and worried, but she shook her head no.

"I should have told you earlier, but I wanted to tell you at another moment, not while vomiting and especially not interrupting your hot session. This indicates that our princess would be a drama queen who will love to have all attention for herself." He glared at her in disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, our rabbit process finally got its results." He still was out of line as he looked lost.

"Sinbad, I am pregnant, our princess is on the way." It took him a minute to understand those words as she bit her lower lip, waiting for his reaction.

She recalled how Mert reacted when the doctor announced her condition.

Flashbacks

"Your mother is pregnant, boy. Next year you will no longer be an only child, as a sibling is on the way," the doctor cheerfully announced, glaring at the mother-son duo exchanging glares.

"It's a girl, just like in my dream that I didn't share with anyone," she says as she caresses her belly.

"But how did it happen…" Sibel wanted to say something, but her boy looked at her like "really, you're going to ask that?"

"What?" Sibel asked, not understanding his puzzled face.

"With the whole rabbit season you had with dad the entire summer, I am surprised that you are pregnant now and not before."

Mert nonchalantly took off, even Gaya who found herself getting blushed by his comment.

"Wait for your father's response when he knows you're blabbering, boy," Sibel threatened Mert, who stared at her with different emotions now. His eyes got watery and he hugged her.

"Thank you for this gift, Mom. I have waited a long time for you to say that. You will going to complain to Dad about my behavior," he thought, as he knew how much she gets hurt remembering the past. Gently, he placed a kiss on her head.

"I love you, Mum, and I am here for you and my baby sister too, because as Dad says, 'if Sibel says it, then it's true'."

Flashbacks end.

She was lost in thought, but she still didn't miss his actions. He curled down and placed his lips over her belly, then rested his head there. One hand crossed under her ribs, while the other traced small patterns on her belly, combining them with kisses. She caressed his short hair and imagined how things would have been if she hadn't left him when she found out she was pregnant with Mert. Her sobbing tormented his heart, and he left his little princess to look up for his queen.

She cried restlessly, tears pooling in her eyelids and flowing down like a waterfall. Her breathing was fast, and it hurt him to see her like this. He knew what was troubling her mind.

"Sibel," he whispered, taking her upper lip between his. It was hot and tasted salty. But when he tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled away.

"I don't deserve anything from you, Sinbad. I was stubborn and refused to listen to reason. I took away your right. We could have..." She couldn't be consoled, and at that moment, she sat up, hugging her knees and crying out those words, breaking his heart. Sinbad smiled at her figure, even letting out a laugh, which caught her attention. Immediately, her demeanor changed from broken to fierce.

"What's so funny here, huh?! Are you becoming sadistic now? Are you enjoying my pain?" She removed her covers and stood up, facing him, because the man was provoking her with a smirk and his silence, standing tall on his feet as well.

The frown line between her eyebrows showed the level of her fury as he didn't respond to her, but instead stood there, mocking her pain. She turned around, looking at the vast space between the bed and the wardrobe, the anger in her not subsiding even for a bit.

"I can't ever laugh at your pain, my love, but I just wanted to prove a theory that Hakan mentioned every time Sanem was pregnant - the pregnancy hormones. And you are having those right now. I am enjoying witnessing your first clash of hormones."

She felt a hand snaking slowly on her belly as the other came to her chest, then his hot breath tingled her nape as his nose brushed there and his lips nibbled her soft skin. His words were a salve for her soul.

"Can we restart what we left in my chamber?" He asked permission with his husky voice. She spun in his arms.

"With one condition..." she stopped, blushing and biting her lower lip. He could tell she was a bit nervous.

"Sibel, shyly, this is something I haven't seen yet?! But it suits you, love." She lowered her head and took a deep breath before staring into his inked eyes.

"I know it is weird coming from me, but can you be authoritative like you were in your chamber? You have no idea how you burn my core with that attitude." Listening to her request, he couldn't stop himself from going back to when he hurt her with his arrogance, just like he did today.

He rested his head over hers, breathing in a mouthful of air with her scent tangled in it.

"Don't think about the past. We aren't the same as we were 15 years ago. I love you now. I desire you in every fiber of my body. You redeemed yourself and let bygones be bygones." She whispered those words that struck the right chord inside his soul.

"So my kittenish wife wants to play tonight?!" he changed his demeanor, startling her as he grabbed her in his arms and gently laid her on the bed.

"Hmm"

"Words, queen of my life!"

"Yes!"

"Then spread your legs wider, my deity," he commanded and she obeyed, feeling the wings of butterflies in her tummy.

He saw her under his control, vulnerable, excited, cheerful, desirable, lovely.

A lone tear fell down his cheek.

Once, she was disgusted by his touch because he was a monster.

Now, she eagerly waits for his touch, her hands don't cross the barrier under the hem of his shirt.

She felt the bed shift and opened her eyes, now filled with desire, to grasp his soul inside them.

His fingers played with her petals, coated in her nectar. He drew them near his nostrils, bewildering her as she was on the edge of breaking down. He took a pillow and licked his fingers clean, placing the pillow under her waist to help her remove his shirt. His breath hit her unripe cherry, and she let out a long exhale. She was on the edge, and he was enjoying her state. Suddenly, he left the bed, and she couldn't hide her sadness. He pulled down his pants and briefs, coming naked towards her. She studied his physique, his steady step. She saw him climb onto the bed and adjust himself before her. Her heart betrayed a beat, and she put her hand on her chest, fearing it might have stopped, when he gently separated her folds with his member, making his way down her channel.

As he thrust inside her slowly, holding his own desire back, making the bed have a subtle crackling sound, he bends down slowly, moving in and out, letting their skin touch. His chest is pressed against hers, but he keeps his weight off of her.

She holds onto his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. He is her safety trunk as she dives into the passionate river he has ignited within her. Her legs wrap around his torso like ivy around a tree root.

They move together in perfect harmony.

Her mouth is dry from breathing alone, longing to kiss him that he was just a finger length away.

"Come on, cum for me!"

"No, you're not quite ready yet."

"I'm ordering you! Cum!" He commanded. 

Unable to wait any longer, she releases, undone. The devilish man kisses her passionately, increasing his speed, driving his woman crazy. But he stills his power, tenderly caressing her belly where their princess is growing.

This thought brings peace to his soul and fills his heart with joy. He carefully withdraws from his queen to fetch a wet towel and clean her up.

"Now, I have you in my arms to love, care for, protect, and be here for you during your changing hormones.  Feel our princess kicking inside you,  when time will come and nothing can harm us now. Absolutely nothing."

He speaks with unwavering determination, enough to convince the Moon itself. But she knows that their future holds more surprises. And things are about to change once again.

Meanwhile, the King has cornered the woman with onyx eyes who showed no signs of fear and didn't blink once. 

" Look Zara, I will be honest with you. I'm completely obsessed with you and it's driving me crazy. I don't want to hurt you, so I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Just one night with me."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Just one night, and then I'll leave Oriental for good."

"I'm engaged and if I weren't still I would not accept this nonsense request that goes against my upbringing."

"I don't care about that,  I am  not religious either and I promise no one else will ever know. Please have mercy on me, or I swear I'll turn your life upside down."

"Do your worst. I'll do my best, but I'm not betraying my fiance nor my religion."

"Alright, don't blame me if I do whatever it takes to get what I crave from you."

She moved away, but he caught her hand, pinned it behind her back, and held her nape to control her movements. He kissed her with a feral desire, leaving her gasping for air when he finally pulled away, leaving her alone and flabbergasted.

******

The chirping sound of winter birds looking for shelter under the bare trees or perhaps during their mating season. They were most likely in the midst of their mating season, as they flew around everywhere, causing people to either dodge them or accidentally collide with them. And it's not anyone's fault if a winter bird gets injured.

Sibel stood by the stables, laughing at her man as he tried to dodge the birds. "Does my queen enjoy seeing her man dodge birds in heat?" He dismounted his horse and approached her. Even though it had only been two weeks since she discovered she was expecting, and she was already in her second month, her desire for him hadn't diminished. In fact, she craved him more than ever. Without saying a word, she grabbed his hand and led him to the nearest empty stable. In fact, all the stables were empty of human souls, thanks to the woman in his arms who couldn't control her desire a couple of days ago and almost got caught by the employees. He refused to let anyone else see how she looked bare or hear her desirable moans. So, he gave all his employees a pre-vacation, and the stables were hers to enjoy with him.

"It's our first official meeting with the obstetrician!" Sibel told Sanem as they traveled with his hand resting on her belly. She was happy to have him by her side, excited to share the ultrasound with her best friend, Sanem. Peri and the rest of her family were over the moon with the news, although Adalet Hanım insisted on an official reunion, which earned her a glare from him, and she didn't say anything more.

For a moment, he glances at her smile when he turns to look at the road.

There's a loud noise of metal cracking,

Glass shattering and suddenly everything goes dark inside the car for them…

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Thank you for being part of this journey that will have his conclusion in the next year.

Happy New Year!

Try to guess what will happen next...

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See you in 2024!
Nos vemos en 2024!
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