Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Seventy seven•~~

He laid down, and in the process, the scent of his shower gel and aftershave entered her nostrils. He pulled his hand towards her face and caressed her cheek.

"This plain hungry look in your eyes is provoking me," he rasped, his hand now declining to her neck, brushing her smooth skin softly, making her moan.

Andaleeb batted her eyelashes. "Then who is stopping you from getting provoked?"

He groaned before pulling her closer to him, a dark look occupied his eyes. She found herself in his embrace soon as his warm and rock-hard chest was enough to make her knees jelly. Masab's gaze traveled all along her length and they darkened more. Andaleeb was wearing a baby pink silk night gown which left little to imagine. Her beautiful curves and soft skin made him breathless.

His fingers went down, now touching her collarbone sensually, which made her inhale in a sharp breath. Andaleeb wrapped her arms around his neck before attaching her lips to his. His hold over her waist tightened as their kiss deepened at the same time.

"You seem quiet today. What's running on your mind?" She asked, pausing their kiss for a while.

He narrowed his eyes at her before shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing is running on my mind."

He moved forward, again trying to capture her lips in a heated kiss. His daring hand reached under the fabric of her night dress, caressing her delicate stomach seductively. She hissed into his mouth and taking that as an invitation, he started devouring her sweet mouth. Andaleeb closed her eyes, crumpling her hands in the soft locks of his hair. That was so insane what he made her feel. She had her head placed over his one bicep while his other hand was busy in doing delicious things to her stomach and then spine.

"Wait a second," she said, out of breath by pressing a hand against his chest. "You can't stop me from worrying for you by closing my mouth through kissing. If there is any problem, you can tell me, Masab. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing is on my mind, Andaleeb," he hissed in a low voice while nibbling, sucking, and biting over her sensitive neck. "It's nothing really. Yes, minus you. You remain on my mind every time."

"It means you are lying," she contended, digging her hand more tightly over his taut shoulder at this sweet torture.

Why he had to be such a sexy douchebag?

"Flirty jerk!" She blurted out, shutting her eyes when his lips hit the spot where in her throat where it heightened her pleasure.

He kissed her cheek, going all the way from her chin to her neck, evoking moans from her. "I am not lying, sweetheart. If there is something any day, you'll be the first one I'll tell."

He suddenly stopped. "Well, there is something I want to tell you."

Andaleeb gritted her brows in question. "What?"

"You wanted us to go for a honeymoon, so I booked our tickets for Scotland for the next ten days," he informed her.

Andaleeb's eyes brightened with enthusiasm. "My goodness. Really? I am so excited. But you didn't have to do so much. I even would have enjoyed visiting somewhere in Pakistan as well."

"I am glad that this made you happy. I want to enjoy the world's every corner with you," Masab asserted, again kissing her lips.

Soon, this kiss turned passion-filled and heated as they devoured each other's mouths like there was no tomorrow. Masab's clever hands were on a journey of their own while Andaleeb felt being shifted to cloud nine because of their kiss.

"I need you," Masab rasped impatiently, nudging the edge of her nightgown, revealing her shoulders. The sight of her creamy, soft, and enticing flesh was like a feast for him. He consumed it like he was the sole owner of it. She moaned out his name many times in ecstasy.

He hovered over her and once again captured her lips in a kiss. Masab folded one arm around her waist, pulling her towards him while his other one was placed over the mattress. Once again, their lips met in a heated union, binding them in an unbreakable bond that was based on love, hearts, souls, and compatibility.

"I love you, Masab. Promise me that you will never leave me alone," she confessed.

He stared at her pretty and beautiful figure with her eyes so wistful, lips swollen, cheeks pink, and flushed face. She was once again asking for a promise. A promise that he didn't know whether he would be able to keep or not. But he had to do it for her sake.

"I will never leave you, my love," he retorted, lovingly.

The grin she gave even reached her eyes, and it gave off the gesture of how much happiness his promise once again had given her. How could he let her down willingly like this? The girl who initially hated him to the core but now her every pore screamed of the love she developed for him. How could luck be this gracious and cruel to him at the same time?

Leaving away every thought, he focused more on the moment at hand. He bent down and grazed his lips over her neck, peppering feather-like kisses over her skin. The night was passing, and with this, their emotional, soul-associated, heart-associated, and body-associated bond was also strengthening. Their hearts, bodies, and minds once again became one.

But what was ahead of this night, no one knew.

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