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He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breath shallow, every inch of him filled with a wild desire. His hands slid down her body, fingers brushing her skin as he whispered softly, "Now, Jaan... get ready to be mine completely."
The room felt like it was closing in on them as he carefully undid the zipper of her dress. His touch was slow, almost reverent, as the fabric fell to the floor. Niranya stiffened slightly, a flush creeping up her neck, her cheeks burning with the vulnerability of the moment. She tried to hide her face against his chest, her body trembling.
Ashtram’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. His voice was low, a soothing whisper in her ear. "Don't hide from me, Jaan. You are perfect... so beautiful." His lips pressed to her forehead, the words a gentle balm to her nerves, making her heart race with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
As he pulled back just enough to look at her, he gave her the space to feel comfortable. Slowly, she raised her hands, her fingers trembling slightly as they moved to the buttons of his shirt. She unbuttoned it, each movement an invitation, an unspoken promise. Ashtram's chest rose and fell with each breath, his gaze dark and heavy with want.
Without breaking eye contact, he gently lifted her into his arms, his strength both comforting and overwhelming. He carried her to the bed, his lips never leaving her skin, tracing a path from her neck to her collarbone, whispering words of adoration.
"My Angel... so irresistible," he murmured between kisses, his hands unhooking the clasp of her bra. The sensation made her shiver, her body reacting to him in ways she had never known before. She could feel his lips worshipping every inch of her, igniting a fire deep inside her.
Niranya gasped, the heat between them building as she felt his hands move lower, untying the knot of her panties. Her breath hitched as the fabric slipped away, exposing her, making her feel both exposed and cherished at the same time. Ashtram's eyes darkened, filled with an intensity that matched his touch.
"Tell me, Jaan," he whispered, his voice a velvety murmur as his lips trailed along the curve of her neck, "how do you want me tonight? How should I lose myself in you? How should I make you feel me in every breath you take?"
The words reverberated through Niranya’s body, sending a shiver down her spine. Her breath came faster, a tremor in her voice as she responded, "I want you... in every way, Ash. I want you to claim me, make me feel everything."
"Let me have all of you, Jaan," he murmured, his hands now working to remove his own belt. Each motion was deliberate, slow, as if savoring the moment. As he leaned over her, his lips trailing fire across her skin, he finally pressed himself against her, his voice a rasping whisper, "Let me make you feel everything."
Niranya's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his warmth pressing against hers. She looked up into his intense eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, "Ash..."
Ashtram couldn't suppress a groan as he rubbed his aching hardness along Niranya's slick entrance, the teasing friction sending jolts of electricity through his body.
Niranya, blushing deeper as he rubbed against her core. Her fingers dug into his back muscles involuntarily, body squirming beneath him.
He slowly pushed himself inside her inch by inch, his jaw tight as he tried to control himself. He could feel her tightness enveloping him, her inner muscles stretching to accommodate him. He watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her face to see if he was hurting her.
"A..sh... ahh...!" Niranya gasped, her eyes rolling back as he slowly pushed inside her. The sudden feeling of fullness was overwhelming, and she had to grip his shoulders tightly to keep from screaming. Her body caught between pain and pleasure.
Ashtram looked at her with intense eyes, "Angel, if it's too much....if it hurts...scratch me, mark me. Anywhere you want," He urged, his voice hoarse and strained. "Show me your pain. Make me feel it too."
"Ahh!..A-Ash..." Niranya whimpered, her nails digging deep into his back as he filled her completely. She threw her head back, a loud, pleasured moan escaping her lips as he started to move slowly, his thick length dragging against her sensitive walls.
"Yes, my Queen," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Let your husband love you. Let me adore you, serve you, and worship every inch of your body," He continued to move slowly, savoring every moment, every inch of her tight warmth enveloping him.
As-ash..." she stammered, her voice thick with pleasure. His words were pushing her closer to the edge as much as his slow, deep thrusts.
He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth to tangle with hers. He swallowed her moans, deepening the kiss as he started to pick up the pace. His hips moved with a newfound urgency, driving into her harder, faster.
The force of his thrusts sent her hips slamming against the bed, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful stroke.
"That's the fucking music we're making, my Queen. The sound of me worshipping your perfect body..." His voice trailed off into a deep groan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out.
AHH! ASH-!" Niranya's back arched off the bed as he hit that spot inside her again. She could feel him everywhere, filling her completely, stretching her beyond her limits.
Ashtram hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider and going deeper, hitting that spot again and again.
Her inner muscles clenched tightly around him. "I... I love you...Ash." She whimpered softly.
"I love you too Angel," he whispered hoarsely, burying his face between her breasts as they finally found their release, his hot seed pouring into her. He held her tightly, his body shaking as he tried to catch his breath.
Niranya's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as he rested his face between her breasts. She could feel his heartbeat against her skin, fast and strong. She stroked his hair gently, smiling contentedly as she listened to his labored breathing.
He slowly lifted his head to look at her, his eyes warm and adoring. "Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world, Jaan."
"Thank you for being the most caring husband. For protecting me like your life depends on it. For making me feel like a Queen. For loving me so deeply..." She paused, smiling softly. "For making me your wife..." She pulled him down for a sweet kiss.
He kissed her back softly, pouring all his love and devotion into it. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. "You are my dawn, my twilight, the very air I breathe, Jaan. My wife, my queen, the rhythm of my soul… my everything," he murmured, his voice laced with raw emotion.
Niranya hugged him tightly, her heart full of love and gratitude. "You're my everything too, Ash. My protector, my husband, my everything." She held him close, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.
Ashtram placed a lingering kiss on Niranya’s forehead, his breath still uneven from the intensity of their union. His hand softly caressed her flushed cheek as he whispered, “Let’s get you cleaned up, Angel. You must be exhausted.”
Niranya’s lashes fluttered, her body limp against him, her cheeks burning as she nodded shyly. Ashtram smiled, his gaze tender yet possessive. Carefully, he wrapped the bedsheet around her exposed body before lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing.
She instinctively curled into his chest, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. “Ash... I can walk,” she mumbled, though her voice betrayed her exhaustion.
“You’re sore, Jaan,” he murmured, his lips brushing her temple. “Let me take care of you.”
He carried her into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the intimate space. Setting her gently on the bathroom counter, he brushed a few damp strands of hair away from her face. His touch was soft, reverent, as though he was handling something sacred.
Ashtram adjusted the water temperature in the shower, ensuring it was just right. Turning back to her, he slowly unraveled the sheet from her body. Her cheeks flushed deeply, her arms instinctively trying to cover herself.
“Don’t,” he said softly, cupping her chin so her eyes met his. “You’re beautiful, Jaan. Don’t hide yourself from me.”
His words, coupled with the sincerity in his gaze, made her heart race. Slowly, she let her arms fall to her sides, her trust in him outweighing her shyness. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent promise of love and care, before guiding her into the warm spray of the shower.
Ashtram stepped in behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as the water cascaded over their bodies. He reached for the body wash, lathering it between his hands before gently smoothing it over her skin. His touch was slow and deliberate, his fingers trailing across her shoulders, down her arms, and over her back.
Niranya shivered under his touch, her head resting against his chest as he continued to clean her with the utmost care. When he reached her more sensitive areas, his movements became even gentler. “Does it hurt, Jaan?” he asked, his voice thick with concern.
She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not when you’re touching me.”
His lips curved into a small smile as he pressed a kiss to her damp hair. “Good. You deserve to feel nothing but comfort and love.”
Once he was satisfied that she was clean, Ashtram turned off the water and wrapped a soft towel around her. He lifted her into his arms again, carrying her back to the bedroom. Setting her carefully on the bed, he reached for a small jar of ointment he had prepared in advance.
“This will help with the soreness,” he said softly, kneeling beside her.
Niranya’s face flushed as he gently parted her thighs, his fingers dipping into the cool ointment. His touch was tender, every movement filled with care and reverence. She gasped softly, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as he worked the soothing balm over her sensitive areas.
“Relax, Angel,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers. “It will give you relief.”
Her heart swelled at the concern in his voice, and she nodded, trusting him completely. Once he finished, he dried her skin with a soft towel before reaching for his white shirt. Instead of handing it to her, he knelt before her, helping her slide her arms into the sleeves.
As he fastened the buttons, his fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “You look perfect, Jaan,” he whispered, his gaze filled with adoration.
Niranya tugged at the collar shyly, the fabric falling loosely over her body. “It smells like you,” she murmured.
“It should,” he said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You’re mine, after all.”
He stood, slipping into a pair of suit pants and leaving his upper body bare. His gaze never left her as he extended a hand. “Come here.”
She took his hand, letting him pull her into his lap. Her head rested against his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.
“You take care of me like I’m the most precious thing in the world,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Ashtram cupped her face, tilting it up so their eyes met. “Because you are, Angel. You’re my everything.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she leaned up to kiss him, pouring all her love into the soft press of her lips. Ashtram wrapped his arms around her, holding her as if she were the most fragile, priceless thing in the world.
He gently lowered her onto the bed, pulling the covers over them. Snuggling close, he wrapped her securely in his arms, pressing a kiss to her hair.
“You’ll always be safe with me, Jaan,” he whispered, his voice like a lullaby. Niranya closed her eyes, her heart full as she drifted into peaceful slumber, cocooned in his love and warmth.
As Niranya’s breathing softened, her face nestled against his chest, Ashtram tightened his hold on her. He leaned down, brushing a tender kiss against her forehead, his heart swelling at the sight of her peaceful expression.
Her delicate features, framed by her damp hair, glowed with a serene beauty that took his breath away. She looked so vulnerable yet so content, as though being in his arms was her safe haven. His fingers gently traced the curve of her cheek, committing every detail of her to memory.
He couldn't tear his gaze away. For someone who had endured centuries of pain and darkness, this moment felt like the light he never knew he deserved. Watching her like this—safe, loved, and utterly his—brought a calm he hadn’t felt in years.
But the exhaustion from their shared intimacy and the overwhelming emotions of the night began to catch up with him. His body relaxed, his heart steadying as a rare sense of peace enveloped him.
With one last glance at her serene face, Ashtram closed his eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Holding the love of his life in his arms, he surrendered to the comfort of the moment, allowing sleep to claim him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Ashtram drifted into slumber, his heart and soul finally at rest.
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