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Mature Scene 🔞

"I...I'm fine with it" that's the words I was waiting to hear.

Her looking so divine sprawling on the mattress under me, this scene was enough to send a shockwave to my cock. An aching need rose inside me to bury myself deep inside her and fucked her until she lose her ability to walk.

But I know she wasn't ready for it. Not yet. So I'll give the pleasure in a way that made her crave for more of me. I'll deal with my little monster later.

Taking in her almost bare form another time crushed my lips on her in a needy kiss. My one hand grabbed her both wrists and pushed them over her head. My tongue licked over her lower lip before giving her a bite a little harsher than the last one making her gasped hard and I pushed my tongue in her sweet mouth. While my tongue explored her warm mouth my other rough hand rummaged through her soft, silky body. She had a fucking soft..baby like skin.

My mouth left hers as she was getting out of breath. But I could not stop. She was my drug and I was addicted to her for eternity. My lips trailed through her jawline- licking, kissing, painting her with my touch. Seeing her protest, I released her hand only to let her give a sharp tug to my hair as I squeezed her breasts over her bra. A loud moan escaped from her as I pinched one of her pointed, aroused nipples while giving a slow, pressured lick over the fabric of her bra.

I could have pulled this tiny material or her so called strapless bra which only covered a little amount of her precious treasures and took them into my mouth I like I always wanted but I didn't. I wanted to preserve them for the day when she'll be mine in every sense.

"Rayan..." she cried out from the pleasure I gave her by fondling, pinching her soft breasts over her bra. I didn't know I would ever love her cries before this. Her cries always shattered my heart. But from now on her soft cry during our intimate moments would be my favourite music.

Once I was satisfied playing with her tits I shifted lower to kiss her belly and went only lower giving wet kisses and licks on her soft skin. Damn, every inch of her skin tasted so good, intoxicating. I never took drugs in my life but she, her body was my only drug and my only cure.

I felt her hand squeeze and scratching my arms as I flicked my tongue over her belly button. I groaned in pain as her nails dug over my bandaged arm.

"I'm so sorry.... What if your wound opens" she muttered instantly hearing my groan.

"Don't be, Édesem. Scratch me as much as you want. You can always stitch me back together later" I said touching her cheek. While I kept continuing my slow deliberate torture on her belly button. Her toes curled and body shivered at the reaction to my touch.

I wasn't rushing with her because I wanted to savor our moment as much as her. For tonight she was my Princess and I'll serve her my best.

I felt her breath hitched as I touched the hem of her lacy, black panty which was already giving me a glimpse of her precious spot. I could smell the scent of her arousal from there. It only increased the aching need on my pants, making me harder than I already was.

"You chose a good panty to wear for today, Édesem. But soon It'll be ruined" I whispered locking my dark gaze with her clouded, hazy one. The flushed look on her face. Oh god!

"Fuck" I cursed under my breath as I palmed her warm pussy over her flimsy underwear.
The fabric was soaked already.

She trembled under my touch. But I could feel the throb coming from the inside of her panties.

"You are dripping for your Prince charming , Hazel " I muttered, giving her a smirk which made her cheeks flushed harder. And her this look made me aroused more than anything could.

Then without warning I slipped my one hand inside her panties. My one finger caressed over her clit which was already a wet, slippery mess.

"Fuck" she muttered under her breath as I circled my finger around her clit. She grinded upward involuntarily to feel more of my fingers.

"You'll be... Have some patience, my little wifey" I teased while my finger continued their slow, deliberate torture. I added my thumb to play with her bud making it more swollen.

Then seeing her anticipation I inserted the tip of my muddle finger into her hole. Fuck she was so warm. I could not wait another second to insert my middle finger fully inside her warmth. I heard her moaning my name in a breathy tone which encouraged me to give her the pleasure she wanted.

I started moving my finger at a slow deliberate pace which seemed to fail to satisfy her she started grinding against my finger to feel the friction she needed.

"My princess is becoming so needy, right? Do you want more, Princess?" I asked her in a low tone, giving a dark smile.

Last time when I finger-fucked her it was out of anger, jealousy. It was quick. This time I want to play with her senses more intensely as the dark side of mine I kept hiding from her started peeking. She slowly would learn this side of her husband.

I pulled out my finger to earn a soft whine from her. I smirked proudly...devilishly.

"Disappointed, Édesem? Answer to my question, Hazel. Your pleasure is just two fingers away" I said in a deep commanding voice.

But she didn't reply as expected from my little defiant wife.

I used my two fingers to part her pussy lips. Damn she was fucking drenched. Her wetness dripped over the sheet beneath her.

"Rayan.." I heard her gritting her teeth at my action.

"Yes, Édesem. Do you want more?" I repeated, my voice softer this time.

"Y..yes"

Fuck. That's the word I needed to hear. Then without warning I pushed my two fingers inside her warm pussy hole.

And we moaned together. She was so tight for me...only me- that thought only increased my thrill.

This time I started plunging in and out of her properly without any teasing. She clutched against my arms as I thrust my fingers into her with an unrelenting force. Her soft cries and the dirty sound of in and out from her tight hole filled the room along with my low groans.

I captured her mouth again to silence her moans while she kept humming inside my mouth. My one hand rested at her chin while I kept kissing her intensely while my finger worked wonders inside her. I curled my fingers against a spot which made her arch back.

"Damn.." she whispered against my lips.

"You're liking it, right? My Édesem?" I asked proudly, my eyes darkened with desire and dark mischief.

And before she could respond I pulled out my fingers.
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"Damn you...Sarfaraaz!" I whined in frustration as I felt empty when he pulled out his fingers of me.

Damn. I was getting so close to my climax and the devil deprived me of this.

"Patience...Édesem" he said in a low growl pinching my pussy hard making me release more fluids out of me.

He got out of the bed, leaving me halfway to my release, an aching need simmering within me. Shock and frustration swirled inside me, leaving me breathless.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him until my back was at the edge of the bed.

"What the heck... Sarfaraaz?" I frowned, raising my head, my voice laced with frustration.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he knelt before me, his face dangerously close to my thighs. His actions left me both confused and thrilled.

"When I said I'd give you pleasure, Princess, I meant every word. I want you to enjoy every moment of it," he murmured in a velvety whisper, his dark gaze burning with desire. His need mirrored my own, and my body responded with an impatience I never knew it possessed.

"Stop talking and do whatever the hell you want," I blurted out in an impulsive haze, instantly regretting my words.

You're just giving him another chance to ruin you, Tania, my mind warned.

Or maybe, a quieter, bolder voice whispered, you like the idea of being ruined.

A devilish, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. "You know what I like? The fire in you, my Édesem. Now, open your legs wide for your husband, your prince charming... your annihilator," he whispered, his voice a dark melody, the last word sending shivers cascading through my body.

Trembling, I obeyed, parting my legs as my heart pounded violently in my chest. He moved closer, his face descending between my thighs until his warm breath fanned over my most sensitive spot, igniting an ache that was both terrifying and thrilling.

His gaze locked with mine, intense and searching, as though seeking any trace of hesitation. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he grazed his teeth over the delicate fabric of my panties before tugging harshly, ripping the flimsy barrier away. He tossed it in some corner of the room.

I grasped feeling too exposed, vulnerable under his predatory gaze on my most sensitive spot which already became a drenched pool because of him.

"Fuckable. My personal heaven" he muttered under his breath as he took in the sight of my drenched mess. I saw him deeply inhaling my scent.

"Damn...Édesem you smell delicious" he whispered, his voice like a soft caress over my exposed skin. I involuntarily pressed my thighs together at his sensual talks.

But he mercilessly parted my legs wider than before it was, leaving me bare in front of his hungry gaze completely.

I left out a shaky moan as I felt something warm liquid dropped at the centre of my clit. I looked down to see him drooling over my pussy. His eyes were darker than ever I saw like a lion hovering over his favourite meal.

It was the dirtiest thing I ever saw.

"Fuck.. I can't help it" I heard him groaning before he gave a smooth lick over my clit. I chanted his name like a prayer in a breathy tone.

"You taste like heaven, Édesem" he whispered locking his eyes with mine.

It was so gross to me yet I never felt this much pleasure in my entire life. I never thought I would let him do this even in my wildest dream but now it feels like I'll crave him more after this.

His tongue circled over my slit making me a moaning mess. But I was craving for more. I felt myself grinding against his mouth to feel him more to quench the heat surged inside me.

""Türelmetlen kis feleség" ( Impatient little wife) he said something in Hungarian as he gave a gentle bite over my swollen bud only to build the tension on my damn pussy further.

I felt my legs involuntarily wrapped around his neck forcing him to give his full attention to serve me just like he said.

My pussy throbbed harder as he chuckled darkly against my slit and murmured in a huskty tone, "I didn't know my sweet decent little wife had such a slutty side of her"

I could argue with him at another time but right now I could not think straight.

"It's your fault to make me like this. Now do your work" I demanded while my thighs were pressed harder around his head.

"Fuck" I heard him curse before sucking my clit and finally sliding his sharped tongue inside my hole. I let out a moan louder than ever as his tongue continued in and out of my precious spot.

He groaned against my warmth hearing the dirty sound I made. He increased his pace at satisfaction.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I fisted his hair tightly, unable to contain myself as the intensity coursed through every inch of my body. But my monster groaned and increased his pace. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes as he added his one finger along his tongue. His other hand dug into my thigh to keep me steady from his merciless thrust. He was gonna leave the bruise mark there for sure. The room was filled with my soft moans and his rumbling sound.

I found him choking with my legs which were wrapped around his head when he added another finger stretching me with a delicate ache. Each thrust drove me insane with this unfamiliar pleasure I didn't know even existed.

As he continued to slam my pussy walls again and again with fingers while his tongue continued its sweet assault - flicking sucking my clit, making me lose my sanity. Slowly I felt my thighs start shaking and my pussy clenched around his fingers. I know I was close to reaching the peak of ecstasy.

"Raaz.. I'm.. Close" I managed to say as his each thrust sending shockwave not only to my core but also to my whole body even in my damn brain..

He didn't stop; instead, he quickened his pace, his fingers curling perfectly to hit a spot I never knew could bring me such overwhelming pleasure making my toe curled.

"I... I can't take it anymore. Damn!..." My words broke off as a powerful wave of pleasure crashed over me, shattering me completely. My chest fell and raised as I rode through the wave of my orgasm. Sweat form in my body, tear streaked my face and I felt exhausted at the intensity of my toe curling orgasm. But his fingers were still inside me moving slowly as I came undone and then finally pulled them out. His tongue slurped and sucked every drop of my juice he managed to coax out of me.

"It would be such a waste to let go of your nectar , Princess" he said darkly, finally wiping his face. His dark brown eyes locked with my hazel ones as he did this.

I could not reply to him as my body was still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. I saw him climb up to me and crush his lips with mine.

The kiss was gentle, savoring. I could feel my own taste in his mouth- sweet mixed with his saliva.

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He pressed a soft kiss on my temple as he released my lips, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears from my face.

"Did I please you, Édesem?" he asked softly, his fingers playing with the baby hairs framing my face.

My cheeks flushed at his question, and I couldn't bring myself to answer. Instead, I chose to hide my face against his broad chest, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug.

"Looks like I have," he murmured in a low tone, barely audible. His arms wrapped securely around my back, holding me close.

"Happy birthday again, my Édesem. Though the day is about to end," he whispered against my hair.

"Thank you," I muttered, my voice laced with sincerity.

Suddenly, I felt him fastening something around my neck. I pulled back slightly to see a beautiful platinum chain adorned with a pendant-a delicate design intertwining my initial, T, with his, R, studded with tiny diamonds.

"You love my nickname for you, so I wanted you to carry it with you every day. I custom made this to give you a few days back " he said softly, caressing my cheek.

"This... it looks expensive. I don't think I can accept it," I hesitated.

"Expensive, my ass. It's nothing compared to the smile I just saw on your face, even if it only lasted for a few seconds."

I froze, realizing he had noticed.

"And I have another set of gifts for you," he added, getting up from the bed and picking up his prince outfit from the floor. From one of the pockets, he pulled out a small antique jewelry box, handing it to me along with his shirt to cover my bare form.

"What now? You've already done so much today," I said, frowning as I slipped into the oversized shirt.

This man was too extravagant.

"Actually, this gift is tied to one of my fantasies, Édesem. Open it," he said, his voice calm yet laced with a dark intensity.

Curious, I opened the box to find an assortment of beautiful gold chain jeweleries : a body chain, waist chain, armlets, and a thigh chain.

I gasped, startled by his choice.

"Surprised? I want to see you wearing these-only these-when I make you mine in every sense. When I bury myself deep inside you like a princess in some medieval tale," he said, his eyes glinting with a dark thrill, sending a shiver down my spine.

What does this man think of himself? Some kind of king?

"You and your fantasies are both weird and wild," I muttered, closing the box.

"You have no idea how wild my mind gets when I'm near you, If I were a king I took you right on my damn throne" he said in a deep voice, eyes glinted with dark thrill.

Oh my Allah! This man is insane!

After staring at me for some seconds he turned to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To take a shower. A very cold one," he replied, his voice thick with resistance. "You forget that I didn't get the chance to have my release, Édesem."

My eyes involuntarily drifted lower to the obvious bulge in his pants, and I gulped, quickly averting my gaze as my cheeks burned.

"Okay, okay," I said hurriedly.

"Rest for now, Édesem. I'll prepare a warm bath for you once I'm done," he said, pausing briefly before disappearing through the door.

As I lay there in his shirt, my body still carrying his touch and the marks of his passion, my thoughts wandered to the rollercoaster journey of the past six months.

It felt as though I was bound to meet him, destined to be his, as if the cruel conspiracy of fate had arranged it all. No matter how dark our initial encounters had been, he was the one I unknowingly longed for.

Perhaps that's why the Almighty played His game to bring us together, forcing him to change for me. Today, his promise gave me hope-hope that he would help me prove my innocence to my family, even though I no longer wanted to return to them.

All I wanted was for them to live with the guilt of not trusting the person they once claimed to love.

Suddenly, the memory of his wounds struck me like a jolt. He'd gone to take a shower.

How could I be so foolish as to let him go like that?

Though his stitches appeared intact earlier, I hadn't inspected them closely.

Because you were too lost in his devilish touch.

If his wounds got wet, they could get infected!

Panic coursed through me as I hurriedly got out of bed, ignoring the faint ache between my legs-a sharp reminder of what we did.

I approached the bathroom door, hesitating as I heard no sound of water. Instead, a low groan escaped from inside. My pulse quickened, worry tightening my chest.

Before I could call out to him, I heard it again-louder this time, my name tumbling from his lips in a groan that was undeniably laced with... pleasure.

My cheeks burned at the realization.

This man... this sinner...

Mortification and disbelief threatened to paralyze me, but I shook it off. I couldn't afford to let him harm himself over his recklessness. Summoning my courage, I banged on the door.

"Sarfaraaz! Open the door!" I called out, my voice edged with both urgency and nervousness.

A few seconds passed before I heard his voice, low and strained. "Hazel?"

"Yes! Did you wet your wounds already?" I demanded, my concern overshadowing the heat creeping up my neck.

He exhaled sharply, the sound amplified by the silence of the old mansion. My heart raced as the air around me grew heavy with tension.

"Is that why you're here?" His voice carried a mix of incredulity and something darker, something primal.

"Yes! Now get out. I need to check your wounds," I replied firmly, though my voice betrayed a hint of unease. "I forgot to inspect them earlier."

A pause lingered between us, stretching unbearably long before he finally spoke, his tone dangerously soft. "I won't wet the wounds. Go back to the room. Staying here won't do you any good."

His words felt more like a warning than a reassurance.

"What's wrong with you?" I shot back, frustration seeping into my voice.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound both teasing and maddening. "Go, Hazel, before I step out. You already heard me moaning your name, didn't you?"

My cheeks flamed as the air seemed to thicken around me.

"I can't hold back if you're here," he added, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "So, unless you want to test my restraint, I suggest you leave.

My heart was drumming faster hearing his words. I could not dare to stay there knowing he was telling the truth.

"Make sure not to harm your wounds. Bye" with that I returned to the room.

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One hour later.

Tania was carefully treating Rayan's wound. His stitches had slightly opened, and the sight of the fresh blood made her chest tighten with worry.

"We should have been more careful," she muttered, her hands deftly working to clean and dress the wound.

Rayan let out a low chuckle, his voice warm and teasing despite the pain. "Hazel, look at me."

She hesitated but finally met his gaze.

"It's nothing. I'm fine with this," he said softly, his hand reaching to cup her face. "As long as I get to be with you... to give you the pleasure you've never experienced."

Her cheeks flushed at his words, but he didn't stop. His fingers brushed away the damp strands of hair framing her face, tucking them behind her ear with a tenderness that left her breathless.

"And," he added with a small smile, "I have my personal, prettiest would-be doctor beside me. Why should I worry?"

"I won't treat you next time," she huffed, trying to mask her embarrassment. Then, narrowing her eyes, she added in a teasing tone, "And you seem very experienced in giving pleasure to women. How many girls have you been with?"

He didn't flinch at her question, meeting her gaze with unflinching honesty. "I won't lie to you. A few. But those moments... they were purely transactional. They meant nothing."

Her face darkened, disappointment flickering in her eyes. "I see," she muttered, finishing the bandaging with more force than necessary.

"I'm done with your wound. Good night," she said briskly, moving away from him. "It's already almost 2 a.m., and I'm sleepy."

Before she could escape, his hand shot out, pulling her back against him.

"Jealous?" he teased, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Hazel, I haven't been with anyone in four years. Do you know why?"

Her breath hitched as she glanced up at him.

"Because I was watching you," he admitted, his eyes holding hers with a piercing intensity. "I don't know why, but I couldn't look away. There were other ways to satisfy my needs, but none of them felt right. And in the last year, after returning to India, I haven't even done that.

"Since the day I married you, Hazel, there's been no one else. You may not be my first, but you're my last. The only one. And you are the first girl I ever fell in love with"

Tania blinked, stunned by his confession. But her mind caught onto one detail, and she frowned. "Four years? You've been watching me for four years?"

He let out a small laugh, the sound both self-deprecating and unapologetic. "I've always kept my eyes on you, Édesem. But in the last four years, it became... more. I've never been a good man, Hazel. You know that."

"Yeah, no kidding," she shot back, her tone laced with sarcasm. "You're a devil. I didn't know someone was stalking me! I hate you. Don't touch me."

She tried to pull away, but his grip on her waist tightened.

"My men kept an eye on you. Not me," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "And I know you don't hate me, even if you think you do. You may not love me, but you can't deny what's between us. And Hazel..."

His lips pressed against her shoulder, lingering there as his warm breath brushed against her skin. "I'll never let you go. Ever."

Her breath hitched as he continued, his voice a low murmur against her skin. "I know I don't deserve you. But I can't stop myself from wanting you. You've always been mine. And knowingly or unknowingly, I've always been yours."

Her anger began to dissolve, replaced by a soft warmth that she couldn't ignore. Her voice came out quieter now. "I'm sleepy, Rayan. Let's just get back to bed."

He smiled against her shoulder. "Sure."

Pulling her close, he led her back to bed, wrapping her in his arms as they lay together.

For a moment, the weight of their past dissolved. She found her shelter in him-her predator. And he found his light in her-his prey.
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"He won again" the man growled, his voice thick with rage, circulating through the dimly lit office. The faint city lights spilling through the blinds cast eerie shadows across the room.

"He must have claimed every part of her, tasted her innocence before I ever could," he sneered, gripping a glass tightly before hurling it across the room. The sharp crash of shattering glass echoed in the silence, mirroring the fury in his chest.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he reached for a wedding photograph of Sarfaraaz and Tania. He held it up, his gaze fixated on their smiles, before igniting the edges with a flick of his lighter. Flames licked the photo hungrily, devouring their happiness inch by inch.

"Enjoy your little paradise while it lasts, Sarfaraaz," he muttered, watching the photograph crumble into ashes. "Because your own actions will destroy it. You'll lose her with your own hands, and I'll make sure she never comes back to you."

The man leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk as he smirked. "She'll see the monster you truly are. And when the truth comes out, she'll hate you so deeply that she'll walk away forever."

He paused, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "And when she does, I'll make sure she disappears from your life completely. Just like I made your sister vanish. She was only the beginning."

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Spoiler : "Aapko pata hai, bas maan nahi paate... koi aur nahi... ishq ho gaya hai aapko. Apne shauhar se, apne annihilator se."

"No nothing... you've fallen in love. With your husband, your annihilator"

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