Page 66 of Dirty Wild Sultan

I blushed, smiling at my husband. “I love you, Zain.”

He kissed me, and I kissed him back. Our kiss was sweet likekunafah. It was beautiful and… loving. We were smiling and murmuring ‘I love you’ when Zayed opened the door with a yell.

“Mykunafah!”

We were so shocked with our confession and the sweet kiss that we didn’t even blink when Zayed stole the sweet and ran out of the kitchen.

“Did Zayed steal mykunafah,or did I imagine it?” I asked Zain.

He rubbed my waist. “It really happened, Nasrin. Do you want me to fight to get it back for you?”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. Can we go back to what we were doing before?”

He gave me a mischievous smile. “Of course, we can, my wife. Tell me how much you love me when I fuck you—”

“Zain!” I exclaimed when he laid me on the island. “Not in here.”

“Fine. But I am not letting you out of the room until lunch.”

“Such a bossy, Sultan.”

I chuckled at him when he held my hand and ran with me to our room, ignoring the curious glances of guards and maids who saw their ruler and his wife running around the hallways of the palace like little children with huge grins on their faces.

Epilogue

Zain

“Zain, I…” she moaned, her legs quivering with pleasure when I licked her soaking pussy.

“Shh, be quiet, Nasrin,” I whispered, holding her thighs and standing up.

She looked at me over her shoulder, “It’s your fault if we get caught.”

I smiled and shook my head at my wife who was bent over the desk of my study, the expensive dress pulled over her waist. I lowered the zipper of my pants and said, “You are the one who told me you needed me inside you while we were greeting our guests. I just obliged the request of my beautiful sultana.”

Her cheeks flamed hearing me and she pushed her hips back. “Yes, I need you inside me, Zain. Please, hurry.”

“Try to be quiet,” I said, wrapping my hand around her hair and sliding inside her warm heat in one slow thrust.

We both groaned at the pleasure of our union, her tight walls clenching my length tightly when I slowly fucked her. I pulled at her hair, kissing her lips when I slammed inside her, swallowing her moans as people mingled outside.

“Faster, Zain,” she groaned, lowering her hand to rub herself.

I moaned into her skin, increasing my pace. I knew Nasrin was close when she squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling when she reached her climax. I couldn’t stop my orgasm when her walls spasmed around me, clamping me in a tight clutch when I released inside her.

Our breathy sighs echoed in the study. I gently pulled out from her, taking the tissues to clean myself up and help her when she stood up, her body swaying as I held her and asked if she was okay.

“I am,” Nasrin said. “Maybe it’s the postcoital bliss.”

I chuckled and helped her zip up her dress while she fixed her hair that I had tugged and pulled during sex.

“Why did you call me Limerence when we first met?” Nasrin asked, watching me fix my shirt and zipping my pants.

“Have you seen Khalid’s famous painting?” I asked, licking my lips. “He named itLimerencebecause he has been infatuated with someone. I never understood it until I saw you. Even in my drunken state, you looked so endearing to me, so carefree that I wanted to know you, cherish you.”

Her pupils were dilated as she shook her head, wiping the corner of her eyes. My heart hammered in my ears, seeing her cry. Nasrin rarely cried. I didn’t enjoy seeing her cry, or being the reason for those precious tears.

“You wreck me, Zain,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around me. “That’s what you said after our wedding night. You wreck me too, Zain.”

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