✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :-
Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it.
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"I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could...
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B E L L A
Some women say they like when their husband hold their hand while some says it's beautiful when their husband looks at them with so much love.
I, prefer the heavenly feeling when I watch my husband between my legs, eating me out.
"Oh, god.." I moaned, my eyes rolling back at Mahir's mouth made contact with my bare clit.
His tongue dived in, gliding through my slick soaked folds and teasing my core. He was not playing around when he said he was hungry, every bite and slurping sound his tongue made was exquisite to my ears.
His mouth devoured me like I was his last meal, grunting and groaning lowly in the back of his tongue, enjoying his sweet assault.
My fingers fisted in his dark brown locks as my hips bucked, enjoying the pleasure his expert tongue was giving me.
"Your cunt is my favourite fucking meal, little wolf."
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To be continued on scrollstack..
Readers, this part of the chapter will be uploaded on scrollstack tonight at 9:30PM. I'm still writing it.
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There's no feeling in the world that can replace being in our homeland. No matter how much you enjoy the culture and foods of other countries, the only place you'll feel home is when you're back with the people you love.
Especially when you eat the homemade food that your mother cooked for you.
"—and that's your father when he was seven." Our mother said pointing at the cute little boy holding a wooden toy in his hand.
"Aww."
We all cooed at the same time looking at our father's childhood pictures. From what I heard my father was really a troublesome kid. It was a black and white picture.
"Dad, looked handsome even when he was a kid." Aria said turning the page.
We arrived in India a week ago after completing all our work. I wanted to visit my parents and give them the gifts I bought for everyone. Mahir dropped me here this morning before leaving for work.
"Is it me, Mama?" Ayansh interuptted pointing at the photo of our mother who looked to be eighteen weeks pregnant. Her belly was round but not huge. She looked beautiful with her straight hair falling on her shoulder.
"Yes, my dear. I remember you're really troubling at that time. I lost so much weight when Ayansh was about to born."
"See, idiot how much pain you caused, Mum." Aria hit him on the head teasing him. He glared at her.
