Zephyra Point of View

I'm nervous.

So jittery that I have been fidgeting my toes from the moment I was dumped in a scented bathtub to take a bath and was dressed this very airy, translucent and short nightwear.

The whole marriage thing has happened in such a smooth and quick flow that I felt that the whole period of ten days – from when I met my Valen family for the first time to the present – passed by in just a blink.

I have never imagined that I would be married and at such a young age that too. But I'm not complaining. When destiny is destined and time is fixed by heavens, what am I or anyone else, mere humans could do?

Not to mention that I really kind of like my husband and absolutely love his family.

I've seen in shows and in reality that husband is the connecting link between a wife and his family. A husband is the main supporter to his wife – both in light and shadow. While, his family could be anywhere between good to worst.

A wife endures all the bad things from in-laws' family for husband and his love. That is what I've heard, seen and read.

My case is completely reverse.

The reason I agreed to this marriage is because I love my in-laws' and wanted to be close to them.

Valen bud – ah no – Grrrgal is just the free pass to that.

However, something weird happened when my husband Grrrgal entered the room. He took his time in observing the decoration and changes in our wedding room and then looked at me with shell-shock heat in his eyes.

Then his eyes slowly got clouded in a weird heated manner before he took slow deliberate steps towards me.

As if a mosquito bat stalking a mosquito!

He walked to me with an electrifying air. Just a he was only a hair breath away from me, he raised his hand and his flaming fingers trailed along the way down my bare arm; sharing some of his electrification with me.

"You look beautif –" I don't what he was feeling right now but just by the steaming air he is releasing and those lightening looks, I could tell from my experience of watching many romantic movies and series that he must be feeling very comfortable yet uncomfortably aroused inside.

So aroused that he couldn't even complete his words properly.

He gave me gaze that I gave exactly an hour and half ago when I looked at plate full of amazing and tasty food.

Like he is hungry; like he is starving, like he is thirsty, like he got a heatstroke on a winter night – his stare so domineering that my nervousness was washed away but something else took its place.

My, my, my – I feel like peeing!

Unable to hold his passionate stare anymore, I bend a little and took a piece of fruit tart from the side table and offered him.

"You are hungry." I have no idea if it was a question or statement or order but it just rolled out of my mouth unknowingly.

"Indeed." He took the tart from my hand, "But not for this though." And he took a bite of the tart, leaned to me and shared it with me.

Direct transfer from his mouth to my mouth.

I ate in his mouth; he ate in my mouth; it was – very strange yet felt so damn good.

After the energizing midnight snack, he slowly pushes me step by step until we are in the balcony and I was cornered by him near the small canopy. My back touched the pillar of the canopy and my front was undoubtedly plastered to his.

"So beautiful!" He sniffed. Bending his head, he snuggled into my neck, leaving wet kiss on it.

My back touched the softness of the swinging bed under the canopy. The bed is filled with petals of mildly smelling floral scent that is not overbearing to the nose but instead, it was so calming that it provoked an unknown desire inside me.

The moment I was laid on the hanging bed, the dripping delicious honey before me knelt on the floor. He lightly lifted my leg and placed a tingling kiss on the sole of my foot.

That tickle-ish feeling soon became overwhelming when he did the same to my other sole. Rubbing his cheek to my feet, he blew hot air on my ankles before starting a trail of hefty and wet kisses.

The trail went from my ankle to the mid of my thighs and throughout the process of this unbelievably pleasurable torture, I made several unknown and unintentional sounds that only made him torture me more intensely.

For a minute there, he stopped what he was doing suddenly and arched his head lightly. Shaking his head, he kept muttering to himself 'what is wrong with me' as if he was not in his right mind and as if he was doing something he did know of.

Hmmm, what is it? Why is he behaving so strangely?

I was a bit shocked by his sudden change in mood and then, a sudden absurd thought came into my mind.

It shouldn't be that he is – No, it can't be!

I've never given it to anyone recently and given how I always give out wrong ones, it is impossible that I gave out a right one to anyone recently.

If it is so, then it might not be what I'm thinking, right?

After a lot of muttering and chanting of the same thing, when he raised his head and looked at me, his slightly sober eyes went back to being glazed and cloudy from extreme passionate desire.

That gaze was enough to cut me off from my previous thoughts. He was not better as well. He was so hazily looking at me that it caused my heart to pound into my throat and then into my mouth and then again pushed back into its rightful place – only to be jumbled again and again mercilessly.

His head stopped over where he left before; an open mouth saliva filled sucking kiss was given on my inner thigh and voila –

I screamed in pleasure.

That was an ignite to something that I had never experienced but definitely know about.

As if a torch was lite, the fire spread inside me when he slightly lifted my already short night gown to my waist and continued to bite all over my inner thighs.

"My goodness!" I gasped when his teeth attached itself to my undies and pulled it down, almost tearing it to shreds.

Soon after, my night gown was torn open. Because I was prohibited from wearing a bra for the night, with night gown and the undie gone, I was laying bare on the bed, as if a feast to the beast before me.

He covered me with his body and that vigorous jump caused the bed to swing to and fro, the cool breeze salvaging a little of my heat.

It was cold and windy but I was nearly sweating – what does it mean?

It means my body heat is so intense that it is too overbearing even for me.

I felt a prickling on my hip, then on my waist, then on another part of my waist, then on my stomach on several places, then on my other side of hip and waist, then on my butts –

In short, he was biting me all the time in all the places he could get his teeth on.

With his front teeth, like a rat and rabbit, he nibbled my skin with a nutty flare and I – I was no longer in this world mentally.

I already crossed a couple dozens of galaxies and is still travelling through the vast space. This feeling – it is so damn good!

It was the same feeling when I use an expensive wood to carve an amulet instead of pine wood.

It was the same feeling when I dream about giving out the right charm just at least once in my life.

No, it's not right! This feeling is something more than that.

Something indescribable!

Something phenomenal!

Something Euphoric!

The kisses, the bites reached the upper part of my body where I'm too shy to talk about. Followed by, my face was consumed by hot air and warm kisses and the feeling of peeing intensified.

It was unusually wet and dripping between my legs. It was so tingling and electrifying when he touched me there again and again and again.

His fingers were then replaced by something monstrously thicker bone with a dumpling wrap like skin on it.

It was as much painful as it was blissful!

I don't know whether to cry out in pain or in exhilaration. I don't know whether to make him stop or continue for more and more time.

I was in a state of confusion yet, my brain ceased to work. I was a moaning and shouting mess – which apparently did not affect either of our moods whatsoever.

If anything, it even added more flare to our desires.

And so that experience which was so new to me – I went through that mind blowing and flowing ordeal for the whole night for several times.

Now I understand why we were fed so much for dinner last night.

Good grief! It was such a tiring night. If I don't sleep for at least two days, I will not be able to even move a finger.

Thankfully, it finally stopped when it was around nine in the morning.

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