Yaksha's POV

I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up the sun was down already. I looked around but Rashid wasn't there. Maybe he left. I sat up in the bed stretching my arms. I swear I am becoming more lazy day by day. It's high time I take up on some Queen duties. Need to ask Aaliyah what does a queen do.

As I tried to get down from the bed it all hit me suddenly. What happened few hours ago. My face immediately turned hot and so did my whole body. I don't know from where did that courage came from that I directly grabbed him by his collar and pressed my lips onto his lips like that's the only thing I wanted to do.
Well at that moment it was the only thing I wanted to do. 

I was tired of keeping myself in a leash. I avoided him for two whole days. Even slipped away from his arms rather than sinking into it. And guess who suffered more?

Ting. Ting. Ting.

It's me. 

I suffered the most. Nothing pained me more. I didn't feel comfortable at all. I know something was extremely wrong with me but I didn't care at that exact moment. I gave into my temptation. Do I regret it? Hell no.

If given a chance I would do it again. And again. And again.

I touched my lips reminiscing the feeling the of his lips against mine. A thousand butterflies and many other animals ran inside my stomach reminding me of the sensation back then. 
The way he kissed me so passionately, the way he traced my face, the way held me by my neck and waist. 

If anyone walks in now they will think I was kissed now. I fan my face to calm down my heated self but it did absolutely nothing to help.

It was my first kiss. Even though I lived in California away from my parents I never felt that I needed these things. I thought needed nothing but my studies. I had this responsibility of fulfilling my parent's dream.

We weren't extremely rich so going all out for sending me abroad to study was a little hard for them. But they never really let me feel that. They always had a smile on their face telling me not to worry about money and just study attentively. 

And I did. I never thought about any other things besides my education. Not to mention I was first girl from my family to come so far just to study. 

But that didn't mean I only studied. I enjoyed when I had to. Just kept myself in line.

As soon as I stood in front of mirror to tie my messy hair in a bun again I remembered how he stood behind me pointing out every detail of my feelings. It's like he saw right through me.

Oh god I am going crazy. And the crazier part is I want more from him. Everything he said he had to offer. Not just physically but I want to know about him. I want to figure him out like he has me.

Maybe it's too soon. Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe I will end up making a fool of myself being the only one left with feelings. But I feel like I am way past that rationality. I am already far too gone.

And I was the one who kissed first not him. He planned a trap and I stepped right into it. And without any guilt, any remorse I want to go further. See where will these take me. I have definitely left my brain back in time.

A kiss landed on my shoulder making me jump in surprise. I got scared but calmed down as soon as I heard his voice. "What are you thinking about so hard now?" He looked at me through mirror. 

My mind immediately went to the scenario of earlier. We were literally in the same position, his front pressed against my back. My face started to burn both in embarrassment and desire.

"Kabhi kabhi lagta hain aapke dimag ke andar chale jaye aur dekhe itna kya sochti hain aap." He tugged my hair open, making them again fall on my back 
( Sometimes I think of entering your mind just to find out what exactly you think of so much.)

I turned around to glare at him. I just put this hell of a long hair in bun and now I have to do it again. But that man acted like he did nothing wrong.

"Kya kar diya ye aapne! Ab humein phirse juda banana padhega!"
( What have you done! Now I have to make the bun again!)

He said nothing and just stared at me.

"What?" I asked in annoyance.

"I want to do what we did earlier." He pulled me closer by my waist and said it without any emotion.

"What did we did earlier?" My brows furrowed in confusion.
Oh.

I did too. But my heart wanted to be mischievous. I wanted to see how far I could push him. It's like it was my favourite thing to do. The expression he made was my favourite thing to watch. 

But I also want control. I want to see how the mighty Sultan would look while begging, in front of me, for me. Just to get a little touch from me. I wanted to see him yearning for me as much as I yearn for him.

I inch closer to him and standing on my toes to reach his stupidly high height. 

"And what if I reject your idea sultan Rashid?" I whispered in his ear,my lips brushed against the skin of his ear. 
It was supposed to get him worked up but instead my body got warmer. 

His hand wrapped around my nape jerking me away from his face. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. Maybe I did what I wanted to do. I was successful, wasn't I?

The flame of fire from the lamps were making his eyes shine with flame more. Those brown-grey orbs seemed deprived of any emotion yet desires were flowing through them. His grip on my nape tightened making me wince in pain a bit. 

But my crazy psychotic self felt more aroused by this action. Do psychiatrists exist here? Because I really need one.

"You still don't get it do you? The moment you pressed those smooth lips on mine you ended all your chances to reject me. I get to claim you any time I want to,which is all the time."

He wants me? All the time?

That's the only thing you noticed? 

"What. If. I. Still. Reject. Your. Idea?" I say, inching closer to him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Then I will just make you yearn for me until you succumb to me like you did earlier." He says that but I can feel his eyes burning with desire. He is a needle way from grabbing me and taking control of me. Again.

And I will gladly let him do it. Again.

He brought me closer to his face whispering against my ears, "Am I clear little wife?" 

I gulped nervously. I shook my head as a yes but instantly felt a strong sting on my ears. My eyes widened and I clutched his kurta tightly as I hissed in pain.

"What was that for!" 

"Just a little training begum. I expect words when I ask questions. Now I will ask you again even though I don't like repeating myself. Am I clear?"

"Yes." My face turned a shade darker at his dominance.

"Yes what begum?" His voice was ragged,like he was barely controlling himself. I could feel his warm breath intakes on my lips. God why won't he just do it! My stunt backfired on me.

"Yes Sultan." 

As soon as the word escaped my mouth his lips crashed on me. My breathing croaked leaving me more hot and red. His lips ravished mine leaving my head unable to think of anything else. 

My body melts, snatching away my availability to release any air.

Our lips move in sync and he is kissing me more aggressively than earlier. He doesn't let me breathe neither do I want to. He bites my lips once sucking onto my bottom lip into his mouth. He lets go with a soft pop finally letting me breathe again.  
His kisses are just like his behavior. Controlling, dominating and laced with mischief.

How am I to desire any other man if he ruins me like this? How am I to want any other man if he hold me like this? How am I to kiss other man when he kisses me like this?

His one hand held my cheek, keeping me in place while his free hands slide down to my waist. One of his finger hooked around my waist chain tugging me even more close, which was logically impossible in this position.

I could barely keep up with his height and kiss. But I didn't want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.

"I."Kiss "Can't." Kiss "Wait." Kiss "For." Kiss "You." Kiss "To." Kiss "Become." Kiss "Mine." Kiss "Completely." Kiss.

He dragged his words from my lips to my neck leaving kisses everywhere in between. As soon as his lips reached my neck I gasped. It was too much. Everything was too much.

My hands claw at his back trying to find a leverage anything to hold onto while he takes my ability away to breathe and make any rational decision. As if understanding exactly what I want he picks me up immediately, placing his arms just below my hips,like I weigh nothing. Another soft gasp escapes my mouth. My bangles and anklet made loud noises at the action.

"What are you doing? I am heavy! Stop lifting me up suddenly! You will hurt your back." I grab his neck tightly afraid that he will suddenly feel my weight and drop me.

He didn't. He sat on the bed, making me sit on his lap. All the remaining air from my lungs left their home leaving me breathless. I could feel him. Every bit of him. Every.

His arm held my waist pulling me closer as he dropped little kisses around my neck here and there. I bite my lips to hold the voice that was threatening to come out any time now.

"Are you calling me old begum? I am capable of lifting you up and doing so much more. And you are heavy? Why would you such a joke in this situation. I should make sure you are eating all your meals if front me. Even my sword weighs more than you." 

He dropped his head again on my neck giving me no scope to reply. He caged me with his arms around my waist like he was afraid I would leave. 

I could feel the pulse of need dripping down between my thighs even though all he was doing was kissing my skin. Desire flowed through my body as all I could was let him do what he wanted. And I wanted him to do what he wanted to do.

I couldn't control my moan any longer as he kissed turned into little nibbles and soon strong bites. He lifted his head at the noise as if inspecting my reaction and dropped it back again immediately giving me smug look.

He was no longer biting, he was sucking my skin. Probably even leaving marks. I should stop him. The marks would be very much visible on my skin but as soon as I lifted my hands to push his shoulder one of his hands caged both my hands putting them behind my back, all while still sucking on my tender skin. He hand clutched my wrist tightly making some bangles break in the process. 

I should think about the bangles, they might hurt my skin, the bangles...

"Fuck, you are delectable begum." His sucking got more stronger than before. I could do nothing but feel all those sensations in my body.His sucking went down leaving trails of his wet tongue on my neck.

I exhaled a shaky breath as soon as his mouth dropped on the revealing area of my cleavage. 

"Sultan....." My voice barely coming out, I asked myself even if heard it. 

He pecked the area softly. My breath hitched as I licked my dry lips. 

"What is it begum? Do you want me to stop?" He lifted his head to look at me. His eyes looked straight at mine like he did always. How could I ever say no to that face. I know I can't. I don't even want to.

But before I could say anything my stomach growled. 
Of course!
Of fucking course!

How could I ever have one single, normal, my moment!
Everything had to go to ruins by my stupid hunger. 
My face turned hot but not because I was aroused but because I was embarrassed. Ughh.

Rashid chuckled softly. For the first time in my life I was happy to be embarrassed. I could see him smiling. Again. And I could see those 'I can kill you' dimples. And again I stopped myself from caressing them. 

"If you are hungry you should tell me. I would never tolerate keeping you hungry." He said caressing the exposed skin of my belly softly.

I trembled at his soft touch yet again on a new untouched skin. He lifted me up from his lap dropping me in the bed, making me miss that warmth immediately. Why would he do that! 

I have become so needy, haven't I?

He fixed his kurta and clapped his hands twice and immediately an attendee entered the chamber. Thank god she can't see me otherwise she would see me in this rumpled state.

"Begum aur humare liye khane ki intezam kijiye. Khana hum yehi khayenge."
( Make arrangements for dinner for me and begum. We will eat here.)

His tone was completely different. It wasn't like how he talked to me. It was rough, short and authoritative. Come to think of it I have never heard him talking to anyone but me and his siblings.

The attendee disappeared like a ghost like she had a deadline to finish her work. Is he that feared? I never felt like that with him. 

I stood up to tie my hair up again for the second time today. Ugh I need Meena to do this for me. I swear this itself is s chore.
Talk about the devil. Meena entered with few other attendees with food and some other things in their hands. I stole her away from the crowd and asked her to help me tie my hair. As soon as she saw me her face turned smug.

"Even though you always have something naughty going through that head of yours, what are you thinking now Meena?" I asked as she helped me with my hair.

"Nothing. I hope you enjoy your dinner. It seems like you were very hungry." She left with that as my husband came behind me.

What. What the hell was that. I looked at sultan only to see him giving me the same kind of look. What the heck is going on here!

"What are two on about? Do you know what she meant?" Everyone else has already left the chamber leaving us alone again.

"You really are naive aren't you? Come here." He gestured towards the mirror. I walked as he instructed still confused about what was going on.

But as soon as I stood in front of the mirror my jaw hit the floor. Oh. My. God. Can I embarrass myself more than this?!

My neck was covered with freshly left reddish pink marks. Oh god. When did he leave so many marks! I turned around and glared at him in annoyance.

"Why didn't you warn me!!" I slapped his arms and whined. He chuckled."How can I ever look at her straightly in the eyes ever again!" I continued whining. 

He chuckled more. "Ughh I can't. Don't talk to me." I stomped my feet and turned to go away but he grabbed my wrist pulling me towards him again.

"What! You look so gorgeous with my marks. You look like mine, like you belong to me.I will leave new marks again and again if I see them fading away. How long will you try to hide them." He says caressing my marks eyeing them like he's eyeing his territory.

"You won't hide them right?" 
I shake my head as a no and immediately realise my mistake. "N-no!" I try to cover it immediately.

I will.

"Good." He chuckles again. I want to make him do that again and again.

"Besides we are a married couple. Isn't it only natural. Now come let's get some food in that little belly. Hmm?"
Yes please god I am hungry. The last meal I had was the breakfast. I skipped lunch because I slept. 

He sat on the couch gesturing me to join him. I tried to sit down on the couch but he grabbed my waist making me drop on his lap. My legs dangling oh his side.

"Aap yaha zyada acchi lagti hain." He said as he tore a bit of the roti and brought it near my lips.
( You look better here.)

I opened my lips and took the food in my mouth. It reminded me of the week before these two days. Where we used to talk for hours about everything and nothing. Well I used to talk and he would listen. But not this intimately. And before today I didn't even imagine being this close. And doing all those things.

"Hum khudse bhi kha sakte hain." I said as I swallowed the food.
( I can eat by myself too.)

"Jante hain hum. Par aap humare hatho se khayengi toh humein sukoon milega. Humein malum hoga aap pet bhar ke khayenge." He brought another bite and I took it. 
( I know. But if you eat from my hands then I would be at ease. I would know you would eat to your stomach's content.)

My eyes blinked few times trying to comprehend what he said.Because how can this man be real?
The plan of resistance? To go hell with it.