Chapter 50 31: B

Aware of the intensity he kissed her with, Fareeda knew if this was a dream, then nothing could ever stop her from being hospitalized when she woke up because she wanted to stay in this dream until the day she died. She softly moaned when she felt as his fingers began to unbutton her shirt and when her successfully had her shirt unbuttoned, Fareeda had never been so thankful that she didn't have her glass on her face to see the expression he had. He was roughly kissing her and when his palms got in direct contact with her bosom, she moaned outwardly and felt as a shiver ran down her spine. This was something she had never expected from Mujaheed. She had never imagined that even in her wildest dreams, she would ever come to this length with him. Maybe it wasn't the way she had imagined it because it had surpassed all she could think of. With his hands all over her body and his warm lips kissing all the places she had never been kissed by anyone in her life. His touches were warm, tender as he delicately treated her with so much care. She melted under his touch and all she did was responded to him, gave him and went high whenever his hand touched a certain area she had never been touched that way. "Mujaheed..." She weakly called out his name and raked her hands deeply into his hair, forcing a moan out of his lips. He kissed her again, tenderly before he pulled his face away from her and whispered, "Can I?" She felt as his bare skin brushed against hers and that sparked the remaining feeling whatsoever that was ever solid within her and she pulled him completely to herself, taking the initiative as she kissed him first, in such a calm and delicate way he had ever been kissed in his life. Had it been he knew that this would be how it would feel, he wouldn t have stayed a day after he got married to her without claiming his possession of her. It felt both heaven and earth. He felt as he was on the clouds having the most beautiful sight below him. It felt unreal, the emotions too hard to be expressed in simples sentences. He cupped her face, exhausted from the unmeasurable pleasure he had never felt in his life. She looked weak, with a serene look to her face and he kissed her forehead while he smiled softly at the way she had clenched her eyes shut, trying to act as tough she was asleep but he knew better. "Is that all? Are you going to sleep now or I'm allowed to..." "Allowed to do what? I'm soo sleepy." She feigned a yawn and he chuckled. That deep husky chuckle that rumbled her insides and she wrapped her hands around him ad rested her head on his chest, feeling the way his heart was erratically beating under his ribcage. "Good night, Mujaheed." She said softly and nuzzled her face on his bare chest and he held her firmly. "Good night, Fareeda." He kissed the top of her head and smiled before he firmly hugged her as though she was a treasure someone was trying to take away from him. To him, she was beyond all the expensive treasures he could ever claim possession of in his life. ? She felt his hand on her shoulder as he tried to wake her up, but Fareeda was so exhausted to even move a limb. "Can I pray later?" She mumbled sleepily, knowing it was the only thing that will make him wake her up knowing quite well she didn t have enough sleep. "No, you can t. We ve already finished praying in the mosque, you need to get up, take you bathe and pray before it s too late, Fareeda." He pulled her away from the bed and tenderly made her sit upright. "Hey!" She said in a half shrill and hold onto the duvet before it slipped down from her chest. "You should ve given me a head up, Mujaheed! What if the duvet falls down? I mean..." Remembering what had happened between them and the reason why she was still naked under her duvet, she immediately took her eyes away from him and wished she had a way of stopping her blush from creeping out. He smiled and sat down beside her, he took one of her hands and squeezed it lightly. "Good morning to you too, Fareeda." She scoffed, it always annoyed her whenever someone used sarcasm on her. But right now she was in no position to even look up at him not to talk of arguing with him on that. "Can you please go out? I want to have myself covered so I can go to the bathroom and take my bathe." She said shyly without looking up at him and Mujaheed was certain this would be so much fun. He lifted her hand and kissed her palm before he stared at the way she had her eyes closed. "I m sorry, but I can t leave my wife alone. Can I take her to the bathroom myself? Maybe I can even help and bathe her..." She shot her head up with a frightened expression, "What? Please no!" She quickly looked down seeing the look he was flashing her, "I mean, no. I can take my bathe myself." He stood up and just when she thought he was going to walk out as she requested, Mujaheed came back holding her towel. She stretched out her hand to collect it but he politely brushed her hand away. He wrapped it over her bare shoulders and slid off the duvet from her chest, Fareeda just clenched her eyes shut because she couldn t see the look he had on his face. When it had exceeded a minute without him wrapping the towel around her petite frame, Fareeda took a peak at his face and he had this dreamy look as he stared at her body. What the... "Mujaheed!" She whined and pulled the towel to cover her chest, she immediately stood up and wrapped it properly over her before she made her way toward the bathroom but he blocked her way. "You haven t greeted me, and as a wife, this is not the right way to start your morning." He said casually as he began to play too with her hair. Fareeda wanted to vanish from there, she wished she had the courage to look into his eyes and ask him to go out, but she couldn t. "Mujaheed please, I want to pray and go back to sleep." She whined, a pout claiming its position on her lips. He lifted her chin and she immediately closed her eyes, which made him smiled. "You can t even look into my eyes? I guess I'm that ugly..." She quickly held his arms and shook her head while their eyes met, "That s not it, and you know." Before she was able to close her lips, Mujaheed had taken his claim on her lips and she gasped before she wrapped her hands around his neck for support while her knees weakened when he loosened the knot on her towel and she felt as it rained down onto her feet. He kissed her passionately until it wasn t possible for them to keep standing and Mujaheed calmly laid her on the bed and when he looked into her eyes, she had a pout yet a pleased look in her eyes. ... He walked into the kitchen with slow steps as he watched them from afar. With his hands wrapped around his chest, Mujaheed fixed his eyes on Fareeda that was intently staring at Nana as she showed her something. She looked quite sophisticated when she had a serious look on her face, and he would say as much as he loved it when she was annoyed, her serious look was to die for. "Nana, what are you showing to my wife that she seems so serious?" He asked as he gamboled further into the kitchen with a playful grin on his lips. They both turned to look at him with a smiles on their faces, "I ve never heard you said that before, Ya Mujaheed. What did you just call her?" Nana asked mischievously and Fareeda softy knocked her on the head, not looking up to meet his gaze. "My wife," he said again and as though a blink of the eye, Fareeda felt as he hugged her from behind while he wrapped his hands around her waist, not knowing how he got there to begin with. "Isn t she one?" He asked as he lifted a brow at Nana and she gave out a teenager s grin. "Okay!" She said while laughing as she lifted her hands, hands out while she eyed his hands that were wrapped around Fareeda s waist. "I know she s your wife, everyone knows. And also, your wife wants to learn how to cook your..." The swift smack Fareeda landed on the crown of her head was what stopped her mid track and she yelped. "Come on, Ya Fareeda, why are you doing this to me?" She whined and Fareeda flashed her a cold glare. "One more word from you and I'll have to squeeze those lips until they bleed." Fareeda threatened and with Mujaheed s head on her shoulder, she was aware of the peripheral look he was flashing at her but right now she wished nothing but for him to let go of her. Didn't he know that Nana was a chatterbox and this gesture will certainly be heard by Alhaji? "My favorite meal?" He asked with a cocky grin as he slightly turned her jaw to have a look into her eyes, but she had her eyes off him, not even acting as if she had seen him. "Um Fareeda?" Their faces were so close that she could feel his breath fanning her bare skin, but she stood rooted to her spot, not giving him what he wanted, which was an eye lock. Nana whined and she broke his gaze off Fareeda s face, whom was still so adamant she acted as if nothing was going on in her presence. "Ya Mujaheed, have you at least that you two aren t alone and my eyes are as pure as you could ever have imagined?" She rolled her eyes exasperatedly at them and the expression she had on her face forced Fareeda to relax into his arms and she broke into a peal of laughter. "Nana, don't claim holy holy. Should I tell him about that guy?" Fareeda joked, and Nana s eyes grew big as though a saucer and she vehemently shook her head. "Ya Fareeda! You promised to have forgotten what you ve seen, not to even talk about telling it to someone, didn t you?" She whined with a cute pout on her lips and Mujaheed threw his head back and laughed. Wondering what was it so hard that Nana will be so worried for Fareeda to tell her.