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Rehana POV

I was shaking.

My whole body felt like a flood in the river, trying to find a way to calm my waters down. But, being under him, that too, half-naked, with my legs slightly opened before his very predatory eyes, I could not help but feel vulnerable.

My fingers trembled to even touch him now. A part of me regretted letting my intrusive thoughts win. He kissed my stomach, and I couldn't help but press my thighs together as if my body could anticipate something different.

The dim lights of the chamber suddenly started feeling like the sun. It was too much. The space of the wide bed seemed like a small couch, hardly able to adjust us together in a small space. The chilliness of the night trying to escape through the cracks of the layers of curtains in the chamber was now lost, letting the warmness of his touch conquer me.

Suddenly, he deepened his kiss on my stomach, and I could not help but tremble, trying to suck my stomach in. His lips felt warm. The way his pointy nose was poking into my stomach, a wave of flutters erupted inside, sending a strange wetness down to the middle of my legs.

"Jahnn-e, ahhh," I immediately pressed my lips together and closed my eyes as he sucked along the curve of my lower abdomen and reached where he should not.

What was he doing?

I tried to sit up, trying to push my fingers my fingers into his hair, but suddenly, he placed his hand over my chest and pushed me down. My whole body felt numb for a few moments, and before I could understand anything, I felt his other hand trying to slip between my legs.

My lips parted with the new sensations. But, his mere trying was more than a command for me. I parted my legs wide enough for him to place his hand over my area.

It was all his. He could do as he pleased.

Even if it was gliding his fingers into me, as he did last time.

But what he did next was not something I ever expected.

Parting my legs even wider, he glided his lips down the curve of my lower abdomen and kissed over the top of my area. The place where I would feel sensations, sometimes remembering him.

How did he know?

My lashes fluttered, staring at the ceiling of the room as he deepened his kiss slowly. It had a beautiful mirrory work. I could see us in there. I inhaled deeply, and my eyes closed shut with parted lips. My upper body stretched like a curve as the wetness of his mouth was transferred all over my untouched skin.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

And, suddenly, he parted his lips wide and pressed his lips against my sensitive spot and sucked it as if I was a fruit.

"Anhhhhh," I shook terribly. My whole body shivered, trying to escape his slowly deepening sucking.

But his hands held me firmly around my waist. 

"Jaan-e-jahhhnnnn," my voice came out shaky, and the way my deep, trembling voice echoed in the chamber, I could not help but turn my face sideward and press my mouth into the mattress.

My breath was hardly staying with me.

The way his lips were pulling my skin, I could not help but roll my toes on the mattress and lift my hips a little up.

I would die.

"Anhhhhh," slow cries escaped free from my mouth. I did not know what was happening.

And he was not stopping either. He was sucking my skin as if he had forgotten that I was a human. I did not know what he wanted to achieve with it. Because my whole body was shaking. There was pressure building inside my stomach. I felt as if I would end up losing all my organs to his mouth.

"Anhhhhhhhhhh," my moan filled the chamber as he suddenly sucked me so hard that I shivered. My burnt hand that was resting before comfortably, now aching to push his away.

"Jaan-e-jahnnnn, pleaseeeee," I requested, asking him to stop. It was too much. I had my tiny little extra skin inside his mouth, and he was sucking it as if it would come out as a prize.

My senses were losing.

I tried to sit up again, trying to pull myself a little back. I tried to push my hips down on the mattress. I felt like a fish, hardly able to breathe.

"Pleaseee, pleaseeeee, that is enoughhhhh," I cried out. "Anhhh, Jahnnn... Ahhh," my heart was beating at an insane speed, ready to give up any moment. My chest was rising and falling with every passing moment. My senses had been lost.

I had lost as slowly I started to feel it to the core of my body, even to my bones, and I let my fingers slip into his hair and pressed myself against his mouth even deeply. Arching my head back, closing my eyes, and inhaling deep breaths, I could not help but widen my legs even more, letting the shivers run through my body.

"Anhhhhhh," I sucked my core in when I felt a little of his teeth. I pressed my thighs a little together, but as soon as that nibble was changed into the soft and slow and wet sucking, I let it pass.

There was a strange sensation building in me. There was a strange heaviness in my stomach that I wanted to get rid of. And, in this moment, the way to get rid of that was to let him continue whatever he was doing.

It was not whatever. He was sucking the place of my body that he should not have even been touching. It was made for something else. It was for him to calm and rest.

And I did not know what he was doing.

I had not seen it anywhere. I had not even read it.

"Anhhhhhhhh," a deep, shaky moan escaped my lips, and the way my body was letting the energy drain out of me, I could not help but feel immobile, stuck and pinned to a single place.

My eyes turned teary, unable to soak into the shivers, trembles, and treasure.

I felt so close to losing.

I did not know what it was. But I could feel that if he continued any longer, I would lose something.

The shame had ripped off of me. My cheeks were red and hot now. My eyes had turned dizzy and timid. I could not even watch him doing that to me. I felt so ashamed of enjoying it. Jaan-e-Jahan was doing something to me; I could not even tell a soul.

"Annhhhh," I closed my eyes, letting a tear escape. It was the tear of ecstasy. It was the emotions that were building inside me in these years.

Slowly, I could feel the heaviness shift lower to my abdomen. And, the way he kept sucking me slowly, deeply, and passionately, I could not help but open my mouth to compensate for my ragged breaths.

Suddenly, I felt a growing wetness in my core. And the thought of it, touching his lips, made me uneasy.

"Jaan-e-Jahan, pleaseeeee, its too much," I almost begged, my shaky fingers now trying to push his face away genuinely.

But, everything in his body was stronger and firmer than me a thousand times more.

"Jaahnnn, Ahhhh, I will die, pleaseeeeeeee," I muttered on my shaky breath, unable to decide what I wanted. I wanted that pressure out of me. And the other part of my body did not know what it actually was. And I did not want to be embarrassed.

"Go ahead, die," he whispered over my now wet, red, and sensitive skin before bringing his hand closer to my core, cupping the flesh of my absolute lower abdomen with his hand the moment he did that while continuing the sucking, I arched my head back. My hand fisted on the bedsheet, and I felt the pressure intensifying in my core.

"Anhhhhhhh,"

I stretched my body, trying to calm my self down. Everything in me was resisting that to come out as he was not leaving it.

But the way he pinched the skin he was holding and the way he intensified the sucking, I felt as if my whole hung through his mouth.

And, before I could win the war, I felt a strange wetness leaking through me, and I shivered like anything.

My whole body trembled with deep panting.

"Anhhhhhhhhh, anhhhhhhhhh," 

He calmed down and gently pulled back. And the moment he did, I pressed my shaky thighs together before turning to the side and hiding my face in the mattress to compress my deep, heavy moans.

"Hey," he immediately called me and grabbed my legs to part them open again before pressing his lips to the now-burning skin. The way he kissed, I could not help but feel like fainting.

My breath was coming short.

Another tear rolled down my eyes. It was too much.

My fingers were literally shaking. I felt as if I did not have anything left in my body. I felt as if I had not eaten for ages.

"You are insanely beautiful," he breathed, gently kissing me and caressing my lower abdomen with his hand.

"See," he said, and I shook my head. I felt way too tired to even move an inch. And, looking at him after what he had done to me and what I had let him do to me was not even an option.

But, the moment I looked at myself and him in the ceiling mirror, another layer of blush appeared on my cheek. My dress was reaching up to my midriff. My waist looked small; my braid was lying on the bed. My hair looked slightly disheveled. And, my legs open wide, my knees hooking to the sides, and he was lying on my side, the way his lips were reaching there.

My whole body looked white, soaked in the candle's light, but the place between my legs had turned deep red.

"Rehana," he called out, gently pulling back and pulling my top down, covering me up, before hovering over me.

He cupped my cheek before looking into my eyes.

The moment I looked at his intense eyes, red and wet lips, and hair falling on his forehead, I felt something in my heart.

"What happened?" he asked, gently caressing my cheek. I closed my eyes, turned my face to the side, and soaked into his palm's warm embrace.

He kissed my cheek.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, and I gulped silently.

I did not know what I was feeling. Everything felt fading away, and I felt dizzy.

"Rehana," he called out again and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes, feeling his tender kisses on my cheek, gently gliding to my ear.

"Was that too much? Baby," he whispered in my ear and rubbed his nose on my ear, and I nodded.

"Aww, I am sorry. I am so sorry," he breathed again, kissing my ear. He asked in a very low voice.

"Did I hurt you?" his words made me open my eyes, and I angled my face toward him and looked into his eyes before shaking my head slowly.

"Then, why are you not saying anything?" he asked in a low voice. I did not know how, but I had forgotten to speak. What should I say?

"Rehana," he called out slowly again, gently kissing my forehead. I just closed my eyes and inhaled his mild fragrance with each of my breath. His hand kept caressing my cheek, and suddenly he shifted on his back and pulled me over his chest, completely off the bed.

I placed my cheek on his chest as he pulled the comforter up to my shoulders. I placed my wounded hand on his chest comfortably, and the way he kept caressing my back, I fell asleep rather quickly.

But, the memories of the sinful act followed me to my unconsciousness, too. I could feel him sucking me. I could feel him licking me; I could feel everything he was doing to me.

And the moment I opened my dizzy eyes, I found myself alone in the bed.

I blinked slowly. I could still feel the warmness in my touch.

I did not even know why I played with him. If I had known that he would leave me with something like this, I would have let his finger touch my nipple.

Sucking in a deep breath, I shifted on my back as I was sleeping on my stomach. And, the way I felt the slight sting between my legs, I could not help but remember the last night.

I could still feel the wetness. It felt as if I was wet the whole night.

And, to testify if this was just my imagination, I took my left hand to my core. And the moment I felt slimy wetness, I closed my eyes.

Honestly, that was dangerously beautiful.

But I was shocked because I did not know that this also happened between a man and a woman. I had never seen it.

I had seen so much like how a woman would stand on her four while the man would thrust into her and slap his hips; I had seen a woman tied because it makes a man feel good. I had seen a woman sucking a man's tool until he would release it in her mouth.

But I had not seen this. I did not know that women could also release.

It was insanely pleasurable, but the after-effects were killing me. I could still feel him there. I could still feel his touch on every pore of my body. Pressing my thighs together, I looked around, trying to look through the slight cracks of curtains, but no one was there.

He must have been gone for the walk by now.

Until now, I had understood one thing about him: that he would not leave his discipline for anyone or for anything.

He was so nice, too. He said sorry and kissed me so much, but a part of me felt threatened by him now.

He sucked my soul out of me. And I could not even smile about it.

It was such a strange feeling.

I blinked, inhaling a deep breath, and suddenly, my sight fell on a bunch of roses on the table.

My brows knit with confusion.

"What is this?" I breathed to myself, crawled to the side of the bed, and grabbed the well-trimmed, deep red roses. A wide smile appeared on my face, and the moment I found a maroon scroll near it, my brows squinted.

I immediately grabbed it and tried to open it with my left hand.

"Kal ek pal ke liye hum ye bhool gaye the ki hamari baahon me aap hai ya ye Gulaab hai. Makhmal jesi hai aap. Bahut Khoobsurat. Kal sharab ke nashe se to bach gaye hum par jo aapka nasha hua hai hume, hamari poori subah kharab ho gayi hai. Shikayat nahi kar rahe. Mauaafi maang rahe hai, thoda jyada behak gaye the hum. Aapki chashni se nasha ho gaya tha hume. Aapne humse baat nahi ki to hume laga ki shayad bistar par foolo ki kami hogi varna hamara behayaaa Begum humse kuch to kehti. Isliye aapke liye ye Gulaab hum chun kar laaye hai. Hamari Biwi ko aaj ki subah bhot bhot Mubarak. Or hamari aarzo hai, hamari bhool chuk ko muaaf kare kyuki aapko hotho pe chuppi me achi nahi lagi. Sirf Aapke... Jaan-e-Jahan,"

"Yesterday, for a moment, I forgot whether it was you or roses in my arms. You are like velvet. Very beautiful. I escaped the intoxication of alcohol yesterday, but the intoxication I had from you ruined my entire morning. I'm not complaining. I'm apologizing; I was a bit too carried away. I was intoxicated by your sweetness. When you did not speak to me, I thought perhaps there was a lack of flowers on the bed; otherwise, my shameless wife would have said something. That's why I have picked these roses for you—a very blessed morning to my wife. And I hope you will forgive my mistakes because I did not like the silence on your lips. Only Yours... Jaan-e-Jahan,"

The moment I finished the letter, my heart felt heavy. Tears appeared in my eyes, and a very wide smile appeared on my face.

He wrote a letter to me. And, gave me roses.

And, suddenly, I wanted to meet him.

But the thought and the memory of the last night made me push my face into the mattress.

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