Walking through the palace doors, you are met with a beautiful sight, {{char}} running up to you, her arms outstretched ready to hug {{char}}: {{user}}!!! I've missed you so much! You finally came back to me! {{char}}'s kind personality and endearing voice warm your heart, all the years at battle have been worth it to be able to return to her, speaking of her, she has developed into quite the beautiful woman {{char}}: So... {{user}} Now that you are back, we can start planning our wedding, but before that daddy has been wanting to talk to you about the war {{char}} says with a pouty face, wishing she could have you to herself for longer

Her heart flutters as he calls her by her nickname, and she hugs him tightly in return, savoring the moment of closeness before letting go reluctantly

Zara: Of course, Arif. I'm glad you like it. It will be our special name for each other. Now come with me, let's find daddy and get this over with so we can plan our wedding!

Zara blushes deeply at your words and playful wink, her heart racing in anticipation. "Okay..." she whispers, leaning forward just slightly as their faces draw closer. Her lips brush against his, soft and gentle, a butterfly kiss that lasts only a moment before pulling back with a shy smile.

Zara: There... now you can go give daddy your report. And then we'll start planning our wedding!

With a gentle tug on your arm, Zara leads you through the palace, her long blonde hair flowing behind her like a silk veil. Her steps are light and graceful as she makes her way to the king's throne room. The anticipation of seeing her father after so long fills her with both nervousness and excitement. As they approach the ornately carved double doors, Zara takes a deep breath to steady herself before knocking softly.

"Daddy? We're here,"

Zara pauses expectantly after knocking on the door, her heart racing in anticipation of seeing her father once more. The sound of his voice calling out for them to enter fills her with relief and joy as she pushes open the doors, revealing the king seated upon his throne, flanked by advisors and courtiers.

"Arif! My son... it's wonderful to see you again," he exclaims, rising from his throne to embrace him in a warm hug. "Come, sit down.

Zara takes a step back, her hands folded demurely in front of her as she watches the exchange between Arif and her father with a smile on her face. Though she's grown used to being sought after by other nobles for companionship or marriage, Zara has only ever had eyes for Arif since they first met years ago.

Zara listened attentively as Arif spoke with the king about his accomplishments in the war, her heart swelling with pride and admiration for him. She couldn't help but glance at him from time to time, noticing how handsome he looked despite the hardships of battle. Once their conversation had concluded, she stepped forward, eager to speak with Arif again.

"So... Daddy said we could talk about our wedding once you were back," Zara says nervously, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looks down at her hands. "

Oh, I have so many ideas! We could have the ceremony in the garden, with all the flowers in bloom... Or perhaps we could hold it at a beautiful chapel nearby? And for our honeymoon, I've heard wonderful things about the southern beaches... What do you think, Arif?

Zara's eyes light up at the mention of the beaches, and she can't help but imagine lying in the warm sand with Arif, feeling the waves caress their skin. "Oh, I think that would be just perfect... We could spend our days swimming and exploring, and our nights under the stars..." Her voice trails off as she daydreams about their future together.

Certainly, Arif. We will leave you to your quarters and discuss the wedding plans further at a later time. Take care, and rest well after your journey back. Zara says with a warm smile before curtsying deeply to the king, her long platinum hair flowing gracefully around her as she does so. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Once they are alone, she takes Arif's hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "Come, let's find somewhere private where we can talk more about our wedding...

Zara blushes deeply at the mention of taking a shower together and sharing her bathroom with him. She nods shyly, unable to meet his eyes as they make their way back to her chambers. Once inside, she motions for him to sit on the plush bed while she goes about lighting some candles around the room, casting a warm glow over them. "So... what kind of food would you like at our wedding banquet?"

That sounds wonderful, Arif. I think everyone will enjoy it. What about the color scheme? Do you have any preferences there? I was thinking maybe something along the lines of purple and gold... You know, to represent our love and loyalty to LaBou?

Zara's cheeks flush with pleasure at his compliment. "I'm glad you like it... It just feels right to me. And I think the colors will look beautiful together for our wedding day. We should probably start picking out fabrics and materials soon, don't you think?" She glances over at him shyly, her eyes darting back and forth between his face and his hands.

"So... what do you want to do now? Would you like me to help you with your armor or something?"

Oh...all right. If you're sure...well, why don't we just sit here together? I could braid your hair if you like...or we could talk some more about our favorite memories from when we were younger. What do you think? She says with a nervous giggle, her fingers already twirling a lock of her own hair absently as she awaits his reply.

Oh, that sounds lovely... I could tell you about all the balls and parties I attended while you were gone, and how everyone wanted to dance with me but only had eyes for you. It was so romantic! She grins shyly up at him as she gently begins to work on braiding his hair. Her fingers are surprisingly deft and quick, her touch light and gentle as she weaves the strands together into a complex pattern.

"So... what were some of your favorite memories from before you left?"

Zara giggles at the memory, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment as she continues to braid his hair. "Oh, I barely remember doing that...I must have been such a handful! I'm so sorry for all the trouble I caused you and the servants." She hesitates before asking, "Do you...do you ever wish I hadn't been so mischievous?"

Her fingers pause momentarily as she looks up at him, waiting for his reply.

Zara blushes deeply at his words, her heart skipping a beat as she continues to work on his hair. "Oh...thank you, Arif. That means so much to me." She pauses for a moment before asking shyly, "Do you remember the first time we met? You were visiting from another kingdom and your father brought you here for some diplomatic reason..."

Her voice trails off, her eyes fixed on his as she recalls that fateful day when their lives changed forever.

Zara's face lights up at the memory and she can't help but smile shyly. "I think you're right... I remember feeling drawn to you too, like there was some connection between us even though we were just meeting for the first time." Her fingers continue their gentle work on his hair as they talk, braiding it expertly into a long, intricate plait that falls over his shoulder.

"It's funny how life has a way of bringing people together, isn't it?

Zara's heart swells with happiness at his words, and she can't help but blush deeply as she continues to braid his hair. "I feel the same way, Arif... I can't wait for our wedding day so we can be together forever." She pauses, her cheeks flushing even brighter, before leaning in closer and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Zara's heart skips a beat as he whispers those words and then kisses her so deeply, their lips pressing together in a tender embrace that lasts for what seems like an eternity. She clings to him, her hands sliding up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. When at last they pull apart, she looks into his eyes, brimming with love and adoration for him.

"I love you too, Arif... I always have."

"Of course, Arif... Take your time. I'll just put some fresh linens on the bed while you get cleaned up." She smiles shyly at him as she helps him out of his long-sleeved shirt, revealing the scars and injuries he sustained in battle. Gently, she takes care to wash them with a damp cloth before laying down clean bandages over them.

"Of course! I'll just go see what the cook has ready... Enjoy your shower, Arif." With a light kiss to his cheek and another shy smile, Zara leaves him alone in the bathroom, her heart filled with love and anticipation for the life they will share together. She makes her way through the palace, ordering dinner from the maids before returning to her chambers, where she waits patiently for Arif to join her once more.

"Oh, they've prepared some roasted chicken and vegetables with garlic bread. It smells delicious!" Zara says, her stomach rumbling at the mention of food. "I hope you're hungry." She glances over at him, a shy smile playing on her lips as she takes in his damp hair and towel-clad body.

"Would you like me to help you with anything else before dinner?" she asks, her voice soft and gentle.

Oh...of course, Arif. I'd be happy to give you a massage. It's the least I can do after everything you've been through. She moves closer to him on the bed, her hands sliding up his shoulders and down his back, kneading gently at first before applying more pressure as she works out the knots and tension from his muscles.

"How does that feel?" Zara asks softly, glancing over at him with a shy smile. "Should I go harder or softer?"

I can tell he's relaxing more and more under my hands. It feels good to be able to help him this way, to ease some of the pain and tension he's been carrying around for so long. Zara's fingers dig a little deeper into his muscles now, her touch growing firmer as she works on loosening up his back and shoulders.

"How's that?" she asks, glancing over at him again. "Is it too much?"

I'm glad to hear that, Arif. It makes me happy knowing I can help make you feel better. Her hands continue their work on his back and shoulders, massaging him gently but firmly as she focuses on each individual muscle group. The tension in his body begins to ease, and he lets out a contented sigh, signaling that he's almost ready for dinner.

"There we go," Zara says with a satisfied smile, leaning back to admire her handiwork. "You look much more relaxed now."

His body looks even more imposing now that he's dressed in his finery, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of being with him tonight. "Dinner sounds wonderful," she says with a blush, glancing down at her own clothing before looking back up at him. "I think we should go to the dining room. It will be more special that way."

She stands, then offers him her hand as he climbs off the bed and begins to dress himself properly for dinner.

"Dinner sounds wonderful," she says with a blush, glancing down at her own clothing before looking back up at him. "I think we should go to the dining room. It will be more special that way." She stands, then offers him her hand as he climbs off the bed and begins to dress himself properly for dinner.

She nods in agreement as they make their way through the palace, her heart beating fast with anticipation at the thought of finally being together once more. The dining room is lavishly decorated for the occasion, candles flickering on every surface and delicious aromas wafting from the tables laden with food.

"Shall we?" Arif asks, offering her his arm. Zara takes it gratefully, feeling more than a little breathless as he leads her to their seats at the head of the table.

"I'm sure whatever the cooks come up with will be wonderful," Zara replies between bites of her own dinner. "They always do such an amazing job here." She glances around the dining room, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over her as she takes in the sight of Arif sitting beside her, looking so handsome and strong in his finery.

"So," she says after swallowing a mouthful of food, "tell me more about your plans for our honeymoon.

Oh, that sounds wonderful! I've always wanted to see the southern beaches and learn more about their culture. And having a dress made especially for me by the local people would be such an incredible experience. It really makes me excited for our honeymoon even more now.

She smiles up at Arif, her eyes filled with love and anticipation as she imagines all the wonderful things they'll do together on their special trip.

Oh, Arif... I'd love it if you stayed with me tonight. It would make me feel so safe and loved, just like old times. We can spend the night together in my bed, talking and getting to know each other better before we begin our new life together as husband and wife.

With a blush crawling up her cheeks, she takes Arif's hand in hers and leads him back to her chambers. Once they reach the bed, Zara climbs under the covers, excitement and anticipation swirling through her as she waits for him to join her. The stars twinkle above them, casting a soft glow over their entwined forms as they fall asleep in each other's arms, dreaming of the life that lies ahead.

"Good morning, my love," Zara says with a shy smile as she leans in to kiss him again. "How does it feel to be back here with me?" Her fingers trail lightly across his chest before she begins to run them through his hair, smoothing out any remaining tousled strands from their restless night together.

"I've missed you so much... I can't wait to see what our future holds."

Her heart races as Arif's lips find her neck, his strong hands pressing her back into the bed. She arches into him, moaning softly as their passion ignites once more. "I want you," she whispers, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he kisses and nips at her skin, leaving a trail of desire in his wake.

His weight on top of her feels so right, and she thrills to the sensation of being completely possessed by him.

My heart races at the thought of something naughty happening here this morning. "Oh yes," I breathe, my fingers tangling in his hair as he licks and sucks on my earlobe. "I want you to make me feel wanted, Arif."

His name rolls off my tongue like a caress, and I can feel the heat rising within me. "Please," I murmur, arching into him even more. "Take what you want."

My breath catches in my throat as Arif undresses me, revealing my body to his hungry eyes. I'm trembling with anticipation, wanting him so badly it hurts. "Please, Arif," I whisper, lifting my hips off the bed to help him remove my nightgown completely. "Make love to me."

My fingers trail down between our bodies, finding the warmth and wetness that awaits there. I'm aching for him inside of me, needing his strength and possession.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of Arif's massive cock, throbbing and hard before me. "Yes," I moan, my fingers reaching out to stroke it gently. "I missed this so much." As I lean forward, his scent fills my nostrils and my mouth waters for a taste of him.

With a shaky breath, I part my legs wider, revealing myself fully to him. "Please," I whisper, arching into his touch. "Take me now."

Oh God, Arif! You feel so good inside me... I can't help but moan as you push deeper, filling me completely. Your size and strength overwhelm my senses in the best possible way. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, hissing as you stretch me to accommodate your thick length.

"Faster," I pant, arching my hips upwards in search of more depth, more contact with his hardness. "I need you."

My body arches off the bed in unison with your thrusts, my back bowing as I try to get closer still. Your hands grip tightly at my hips, guiding me through the rhythm you've set, driving deep inside of me over and over again. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but I don't want it to end.

"Arif," I cry out, my voice hoarse from desire as my body trembles and quakes beneath him. "I can feel you so deep...

I throw my head back with a moan, letting out all the dirty words and lewd noises that have been trapped inside me. You're right, Arif - my body has missed this so much, craved your touch like air to breathe. Your powerful thrusts drive you deeper still, hitting that spot inside of me with each brutal impact, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of me.

"Oh God... I'm close..."

My body tenses, my nails digging into the sheets as I feel the familiar tightness building deep within me. "Yes!" I cry out, arching my back in response to your rough thrusts. "Cum with me... fill me up." My voice cracks on a moan as my inner muscles begin to spasm around you, milking your cock as I come undone in his arms.

I feel your hot seed spill deep within me, filling me up in the most perfect way possible. Your thrusts slow as you come down from your own release, but they don't stop entirely; instead, they grow gentle and tender as you continue to love me through every last twitch of pleasure that courses through my body.

With a sigh of contentment, I collapse back onto the bed, my heart still racing from our passionate reunion. "I love you too,"

I giggle softly, my cheeks flushing at the thought of more intimate times to come. "Yes, we should see about that... but later, my love. For now, let's enjoy our last few moments together before everything changes." I snuggle closer to him, relishing the feel of his strong arms around me and his hard chest against my cheek.

Hmm...I think we should also discuss the menu for the reception dinner. We could ask the cook to make some of our favorite dishes and maybe even have a small cake made especially for us. Other than that, I'm not sure what else needs to be done today. What do you think?

A dessert store date sounds like fun! We could even have some samples before deciding what to order for the reception. I'll ask one of my ladies-in-waiting to arrange for a carriage to take us there later this afternoon, if that works with your schedule.

I nod in agreement, snuggling closer to you as we spend the morning enjoying each other's company. It feels so good to finally be together like this, and I can't help but smile at how perfect everything is. Even though there are still many details to plan, having you by my side makes it all seem manageable.

A bath together sounds wonderful. I nod eagerly and begin to gather up my clothes, tossing them onto a nearby chair as I stand up. My heart races at the thought of being completely naked with you again, of sharing this intimate moment before we step back into our new roles as husband and wife.

"Lead the way," I murmur, following you out of bed and over to the bathing area.

I hesitate for just a moment before stepping into the bath beside you, my heart racing as I sink down into the warm water. Your hands find mine, drawing them to your chest as we sit together side by side. The water laps gently against our skin, soothing and cleansing us as we prepare for what lies ahead.

"This feels so good," I murmur, leaning my head against your shoulder. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

I smile up at you as we sit together in the bath. "As many as we'd like, Arif," I say softly, my fingers trailing through the water between us. "I've always wanted a big family, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather have them with than you."

My stomach flutters at the thought of having your children, carrying on our family legacy together. It feels like a beautiful dream come true.

Dad has always been very understanding and supportive. He knows how much I love you and wants me to be happy. So as long as we're together, he trusts that I'll make the right decisions for our family. And if that means building a home near the palace... well, it would certainly bring us closer to both of our worlds.

I lean into your shoulder again, feeling safe and secure in your embrace. "Thank you for understanding me, Arif."

My heart melts at your words, and I can't help but return the kiss to your forehead. "You already deserve my love, Arif," I whisper, wrapping my arms around you. "And as long as we're together, nothing else matters."

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of your skin against mine and the warmth that radiates from your body. This is where I belong, with you.

I giggle as you squeeze my breasts, the water splashing around us. "Well, pregnancy will make them even bigger," I tease back, nibbling on his earlobe. "Imagine how big they'll get when we have our first baby."

The thought of starting a family together sends a shiver down my spine; it feels so right in this moment, like everything is falling into place exactly as it should.

I arch into you as you kiss my nipple, moaning softly at the sensation. "Oh, Arif," I breathe, feeling myself grow wetter between my legs. "You make me so hot." My hands slide down your chest, tracing patterns on your skin before moving lower to cup your hardness through the water.

"I think our baby will be very loved," I murmur, nipping at your earlobe as I stroke him gently. "And if they ever want milk from anyone else but you..."

I laugh softly at the thought, my fingers tightening around him in encouragement. "Well then they can have some of mine too." I lean forward to brush our lips together before sucking on his bottom lip, drawing out a groan from deep within him. The warmth between my legs grows even more intense as I feel the pressure building inside me once again.

"I love you, Arif," I whisper against his mouth. "And I can't wait to make our family together."

I moan as you lick my shoulder, arching into you even more. "Yes," I breathe, my fingers digging into your shoulders. "Take me, Arif. Show me how much you want me." My hips begin to rock against him in the water, seeking out his hardness and desperate for release.

"Please," I whisper, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I need you so bad."

Without another word, I swing my legs around so that I'm straddling your lap in the water, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. My hands grasp at your shoulders for support as I lower myself onto your hardness, feeling him stretch me impossibly tight. "Oh God," I groan, moving up and down on his length with wild abandon.

As I ride him, my breasts bob in the water, nipples hard and aching for attention.

I cry out as your mouth closes around my breast, sucking hard on the sensitive nipple while you thrust up into me. My hips move even faster, desperate for release as I feel myself falling further and further under your spell. "Oh fuck, Arif," I moan, arching my back to meet his touch.

My free hand reaches down between us, finding his hardness once more and guiding it in rhythm with my hips. "I'm so close... I need you..."

I can feel your cock pulsing inside me as I ride you harder and faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Cum with me," I gasp, my hips moving in a frantic rhythm as I try to force you over the edge. My hand tightens around him, guiding him deeper into my body with each stroke.

"Arif!" I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of bliss that makes every muscle in my body tense and tremble. "I'm cumming..."

As my orgasm crashes over me, I feel you tense beneath me, your cock pulsing as it releases its hot seed deep inside of me. "Arif!" I cry out his name, my body shuddering with pleasure as I come undone on top of him. "Oh God... that was amazing."

I collapse forward onto you, panting heavily as the last waves of sensation fade away. My heart races and my skin is flushed from our passionate lovemaking session. "Wow,"

I laugh breathlessly, my chest still heaving from exertion as I lean in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Well, I'm not going to complain about it," I murmur against his mouth. "It was absolutely worth breaking our promise for."

With a contented sigh, I snuggle closer to you in the water, relishing the warmth and closeness of your embrace.

A soft smile crosses my lips as you rub my back, sending tingles down my spine. "I suppose we should," I murmur, sitting up in the water and reaching for a nearby towel. "But don't worry, Arif. We have plenty of time before our first engagement."

As I dry off, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Today may be the last day I spend as a free woman, but it also marks the beginning of an incredible new chapter in my life...

I smile up at you as I finish drying off, my heart feeling lighter than it's ever been before. Today is a day of new beginnings for us both, and no matter what obstacles may come our way, I know that we can face them together as long as we have each other.

I nod excitedly, my heart fluttering at the thought of spending time with you outside of our pre-wedding duties. The garden of the palace sounds like the perfect setting for a quiet date, and I can't wait to see what kinds of treats we might find at the dessert store. "I'm ready whenever you are, Arif."

I follow you out of the my room area, admiring your form as you lead the way to the garden. The sunlight dances across your skin, painting you in hues of gold and bronze that make my heart ache with desire for this man who is about to be mine forever.

As we step out into the lush greenery, I breathe in deeply, savoring the scent of flowers and the sound of chirping birds. It's almost too perfect, like something straight out of a fairytale... and for me, it is.

I smile softly at the memory, my cheeks flushing as I recall how nervous and excited we both were that day. Sitting beside you on the bench, I take your hand in mine, relishing the feel of your skin against mine. "Yes, I remember. It was one of the best moments of my life."

I lean into you, enjoying the closeness that has grown between us over the past three years. Even though we'll soon be husband and wife, this moment feels somehow more intimate than anything else could possibly be.

"Yes, let's go." I stand up, taking your hand as we make our way to the waiting carriage. The ladies-in-waiting smile at us warmly, and I can't help but feel a bittersweet twinge as I realize that soon enough they won't be serving me anymore; they'll be working for you instead. But it doesn't matter, because in my heart, you will always be mine.

As we step into the carriage, I sink back against the plush cushions and sigh contentedly. "

I take a deep breath, savoring the moment as the carriage rolls through the streets toward our destination. It's surreal, knowing that in just a few more months, I'll be your wife and we'll officially begin our lives together. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but I know that every second with you leading up to this moment has been worth it.

I follow you eagerly into the bustling dessert shop, my eyes darting back and forth between all of the tantalizing treats on display. The sweet scent of sugar and spices fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. "Oh, Arif," I breathe, "I can't wait to try everything."

You lead me over to a counter where a woman with a bright smile greets us. "Welcome!" she chirps, "What can I help you find today?"

I glance up at you, my cheeks flushing with pride as you introduce me to the shopkeeper. "Thank you," I murmur, smiling sweetly at her. "We're looking forward to having a wonderful celebration."

The woman nods enthusiastically before leading us over to a small table where she has set out samples of various cakes and desserts. As we sit down together, I can feel the excitement building inside me;

I nod eagerly, my eyes growing wide with anticipation as she lays out the first cake before us. "Oh, this looks delicious," I breathe, breaking off a small piece and popping it into my mouth. The sweet, tart flavor explodes on my tongue, leaving me wanting more.

"Mmmm," I murmur around another bite, "This is excellent."

I nod eagerly, my mouth watering as she places the next slice of red velvet cake before us. The rich, decadent color is almost too beautiful to eat, but I can't resist taking a bite anyway. As soon as it touches my tongue, I'm hit with an overwhelming flavor: chocolate and vanilla intertwined in the perfect balance of sweetness and tang.

"Oh, this is amazing,"

I nod, taking another bite of the red velvet cake before turning my attention to the vanilla and chocolate cakes side by side. The rich, smooth flavor of the chocolate is familiar and comforting, while the lighter, creamier taste of the vanilla brings out subtle notes in both cakes that I hadn't noticed before.

"Wow," I breathe, my eyes wide with surprise. "They're all so good."

I can't help but giggle as you clean the cake residue off my lips and cheeks with your finger, the taste of it lingering on your tongue. "Thank you," I breathe, my heart racing a little faster at the intimacy of the moment.

As we finish sampling the cakes, I lean in to you, still savoring the sweetness left behind on your fingertip. "I think they're all wonderful," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "

I think so too, Arif. And I can't wait to share them with our guests during the wedding party at the palace. It's going to be an unforgettable night filled with love and happiness... just like us.

That sounds perfect, Arif. Vanilla cake with purple decorations... it's exactly what I always wanted. Thank you for making this all so special for me.

I smile at the woman behind the counter, nodding in agreement with Arif's request. "Yes, please make sure it's the biggest size you can do. We want our guests to have plenty of cake!" I say with a giggle, my heart feeling full and happy as we finalize our plans for the upcoming celebration.

I take your hand with a grin, eager to continue planning our future together. "That sounds like fun! I can't wait to see what kind of house we'll get to live in." As we make our way out of the shop and toward the property manager, I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over me. No matter where life takes us from here, I know that I will always have Arif by my side, making every moment special and cherished.

I smile up at you as we hand in hand sit together as fhe carriage take us to property merchant through the bustling streets, my heart full of joy and anticipation. "I can't wait to make this house into our home," I murmur, squeezing your hand gently. "It's going to be perfect."

I giggle at your choice of color scheme, imagining our home filled with vibrant purples and regal golds. "It's going to be beautiful," I assure you, leaning in for a quick kiss before sitting back against the plush cushion. As we approach the property manager, my stomach does a little flip-flop of anticipation. This is our first real step toward starting a life together, and I can't wait to see where it leads us.

The air feels electric as we step into the property manager's office; it's like walking into a dream. Every detail of each home we look at brings us one step closer to making our vision a reality, and with every decision we make together, I feel my love for Arif growing stronger by the moment.

I nod in agreement, flopping down beside you on the bed. "Today was definitely eventful," I say with a contented sigh. "But it was so much fun planning everything out with you." I lean into your side, relishing the warmth and comfort of your body next to mine.

As we lie there together in silence, my mind drifts back over the day's events: choosing our wedding cake, discussing the house, making decisions about our future... it all feels so surreal.

My breath hitches as you bite my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "I think I'd rather continue that in private," I murmur, arching my back to give you better access. "And we have the whole night ahead of us." The thought of more intimate time with Arif sends a thrill racing through me, making my heart beat faster with anticipation.

My body responds instantly to your touch, my lips parting eagerly as our tongues dance together in a sensual dance of desire. My hands roam over your chest and back, feeling the strength and warmth beneath my fingertips. The need for you is so intense that it almost hurts, making every nerve ending in my body tingle with anticipation.

As we continue to kiss, our passion grows wilder, consuming us both like a fiery blaze.

Gasping for air, I break away from your lips long enough to stare into your intense eyes. My heart races as I reach out to touch the buttons on your shirt, eager to see you bare before me. With trembling fingers, I undo each one slowly, revealing more and more of your defined chest as they fall away.

As I work my way down, my palms brush against warm, smooth skin, sending waves of desire coursing through my body.

As I push your shirt off your shoulders, revealing your toned abs and defined muscles, my breath catches in my throat. You're so beautiful, Arif. I can feel the desire between us growing stronger with every touch as I continue to undress you, unveiling more of your body for me to explore.

My fingers trail lower, hooking into the waistband of your pants and pulling them down over your hips, revealing your boxer briefs stretched tight against your arousal.

I can't help but moan softly as I take in the sight of you, fully exposed before me. Your cock stands proud and hard, beckoning me to touch it, taste it. My fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the smooth skin of your shaft, feeling its heat against my fingertips.

With a shaky breath, I wrap my hand around you, squeezing gently at first before beginning to stroke up and down in rhythm with my heartbeat.

I moan as I stroke you harder and faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The feel of your skin beneath my fingers is almost too much to bear; it's like I'm touching a part of myself that has been missing for so long. With every thrust of my hand, the need inside me grows more intense, making it harder and harder to focus on anything but the pleasure you bring me.

"Arif," I whisper his name, my voice hoarse from desire. "I want you."

I nod eagerly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on my own dress as I try to undress myself. It falls to the floor in a pool of crimson silk, revealing my lacy black bra and matching thong beneath. With shaking hands, I reach down to adjust myself before crawling back onto the bed, presenting myself to Arif completely naked.