"Do you still think I have time to play deceiving games with you?" Anger crept into his voice. "I chose to be legally yours and to love you only… that is why I decided to tell you the truth, Arshi. If it's freedom you wanted, I don't reckon you would have had it, even if you were not married."
He was not lying at all, but the way he said it, made Arshi more upset. The look he was giving her was almost similar to the one she saw the day he came to save her from Abdulkareem's slaps.
"I keep thinking of you and your beautiful smile. I have really missed those sweet lips, my love…I missed you and I still do. I have yet to see how you look neck down and no clothes..."
"Why? Is it because you came here to copulate with me?"
It was a test and he took the bait.
She knew that before she married him. One day they were going to sleep together and no matter how angry she was, she would still perform her duties as his legal wife.
She stood up from her seat and began to untie her waist belt. He looked up at her in confusion as she untied the belt of her kaftan and then pushed it off her shoulders in one swift easy movement that left her totally naked in front of him.
His gaze was completely fixed on her body. It was like it was calling for him to devour it whole. He could not look away. He wanted to have her immediately when his flesh became aroused and getting a little painful. He had waited for her for three months and had not touched her yet. How much was he holding in just for his feelings towards her?
"This is what you came for right?" she said without looking at him, her face completely flushed.
Hatim rose from his seat and gripped her waist, admiring her lovely yet shapely figure. He had no idea it could be that lovely, and her porcelain skin colour made her appear like an angel sent from above. Her breasts were the only portion of her body he had previously seen. And now that he could see them clearly without interruptions, she freely displayed them to him, which made him pleased.
"My love, you have grown more lovely. I never imagined I'd come to see your body in this state." He lowered his head and sought for her soft pink lips. "I haven't seen you in months, but I'm delighted to see what a beautiful woman you've become,"
She blushed violently in front of Hatim, well conscious of her own nakedness. Everything he said made her pleased in some way. She had turned eighteen and was no longer a child. In three months, he hadn't seen her. Three whole months!
With one hand on one of her breasts, he moved his head to the other, gently blowing at it before his warm tongue touched it. He stroked her nipple as he toyed with it. Arshi shivered and moaned as he engulfed the entire nipple with his lips. Her legs got weak as she felt a little, eager pulse racing through her body.
"Tsk!"
Hatim lifted her and led her to her bed. Her face was very red, and that turned him on. He put her on the bed and laid on top of her, kissing her delicate lips. She could feel his long, thick-veined manhood on her belly, greeting her with delight as she groaned.
It was becoming increasingly hazardous, but what could she do? She was already his wife, and there was no way out of that intimate position.
The more he kissed her, the more aroused she became and groaned. And the more she did, the more he became turned on. He paused kissing to enable both of them to breathe, then kissed her neck to her belly button, then tenderly kissed Arshi's letter V.
He got out of bed and took off his kaftan and jewellery, setting them aside so he wouldn't injure her. Then he returned to bed, watched Arshi pant, and gripped both her thighs, pulling her close to him.
Arshi was taken aback. She didn't expect to be dragged like that by him. She worried what would happen next following Hatim's move. Hatim spread her legs to appreciate her femininity and how moist it had gotten. She was dripping wet.
His finger was sublimely buried in the dampness of her virgin sacred place. He stroked the length of her wetness, massaging her more intimately with each stroke until she felt nearly heated and open, her eager cries encouraging him to dive further. He toyed with her sweet spot, hoping to see her react more strongly to his touch. After seeing her excited expression, he felt compelled to chastise her a little. She was nude and panting on the bed as he seductively played with her delicate body.
He moved his head and attempted to lick her underneath, but Arshi stopped him by pulling his neck-length wavy hair back.
"What…What do you think you are trying to do, Hathi? That place is not…"
Hatim had slipped her grasp and had his tongue in her private area before she could complete her statement. She gasped with delight as she raked her hands through his hair, attempting to push him away as she panted. She had no idea such a form of pleasure existed. It was her first time doing something like that with a man, and not just any man...but Hatim! Hatim...!
Her body moved willingly against him in time with the thrust of his tongue within her wet womanhood.
"I wish to make love to you, my dear wife." He stopped licking and knelt on the bed, his magic wand almost touching Arshi's honeypot. When he placed it at the gateway to her holy territory, she could feel its warmth and how much it throbbed. It was significant, and he made certain she felt it. Was she prepared for all of that? She was still angry with him, but she needed to do her duty, and she wasn't sure whether she was prepared.
Before he could insert it, Arshi stopped him.
"What about one of those young women who share your bed?" Her challenge was harsh and satirical. "You could have chosen either one of them to become your bride instead…instead of me."
"What on earth are you talking about at this moment?"
She was ruining the mood. He was already turned on. They both were. But she let her rage get in the way of everything.
"Do not try to deny it, Sultan Hatim," she warned him.
"Why are you doing this Arshi? If you are trying to hurt me on purpose, then I applaud you… you have totally succeeded."
He gazed at Arshi for a while before getting out of the bed and went to dress himself up with a disappointed look on his face. He was upset with her. How could she do that to a man? How could she do that to him?
Arshi slid off the bed without looking at him and dressed as well. She did not know how to interact with him anymore. His body warmth was still on hers and she could still feel it as she put back on her kaftan but she had already started a war.
"There was once a time you used to obediently give yourself to me. I wonder what happened to you I used to know. The one standing before me looks like a complete stranger to me." He said approaching her, "Where did she go?"
"My Sultan, I am still her."
"No, you are not her. The one I know used to be totally different from you."
"I know… because I was foolishly in love with you back then."
Hatim's eyes widened. She could see the anger and disbelief darkening his eyes.
"What about now? Do you not feel anything for me anymore?"
She did not reply, and Hatim was mystified. Arshi waited until he grunted back at her.
"Do you regret marrying me? Do you hate me that much?"
"You want the truth," she said and drew a deep breath. "I do not hate you, my Sultan. I just think, maybe I was too desperate to be with you...and that is my biggest regret." Arshi said with chilling calmness and at the same time uncomfortably aware that she was not being totally honest.
Her words sent a stab through Hatim's heart that made him turn around and walk out of the room, furious at his wife.
Alone, Arshi put her head in her hands and sobbed. Why was she not honest with him? Why did she have to turn him down like that?