Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (any book recommendations .txt) 📕

Stealthily, like a thief, refined sunbeams crawled in their bedroom after a whole long day that was filled with passion, love and corporeal bliss. The couple was snoring peacefully, tangled in each other under the white blanket that didn't do a great job in hiding their nudity, being rumpled between them. Pillow were scattered over the bed; two under their head and one tucked between Anahita's arms. 

The misty scent of heated sex lingered in the room while the dampness of orgasms was still in the air. Anahita stirred ever so slightly as sense started trapping her and blinked her eyes open to notice the dawn. She was exhausted enough to not move and lay immobile. Her body was sluggish and sore that she actually winced when she rolled over to face Yuvraaj. He was sleeping soundly, throwing an arm over her waist and stapling her body to him. 

She realized that was actually all he needed to stay relaxed and at peace - her proximity. Her lips couldn't contains the joy and stretched wide, venerating his handsome face that had manifested thousands of emotions the previous day. 

Day!! She sighed, blushing furiously with all her body to recall they'd spent a whole freakish, long day making love and had only stopped when their limbs ached hard and cried for relaxation, when she couldn't fist the bedsheets enough and his boner refused to stay rigid which would be around their - what say? - sixth round, probably. 

She learnt a lot about him and about herself too; like she was capable of making very unladylike sounds when reaching climax, like she could actually handle him for more than twenty minutes and like he was all talk and no walk to dominate her on the bed with his kinks. He couldn't have it in him to spank her, much less bind because he wanted to continuously feel her hands on him. 

Like, they were the only sane thing that held him together and made him act like a human because he was really very animalistic. 

Stretching out her hand, she brushed his hair and kissed his full lips for two seconds. His deep breathes slowly regulated and he fluttered open his eyes, smiling just as he did. "Good morning." 

"Good morning to you too," She intoned, relishing his coarse voice and he tossed on his back, flew an arm beneath her neck and brought him closer to her, gently stroking her arm, "How do you feel this morning?"

"Like waking up to a dream," she exhaled, keeping her legs tangled with him and rested her long fingers on his chest, tilting her head up to see him, "We're not a dream, right?"

"No," he confirmed, pecking her lips and she smiled. "I love you."

"Not more than me," 

"I'll beat you into it." She challenged and tried to detach from him. She cried in mild pain in her abdomen and squeezed her eyes shut, pausing in her movement. "Fuck! I can't move." 

"Why are you so abrupt?" He rebuffed her, sitting up and adjusted pillows behind her back, "Gonna run a marathon or what? Take your time." 

"What did you do to me?" She pouted, mock-glaring him and he smirked, touching her lashes, "Made love." 

"Shut up!" She looked away, coyly and he tipped her chin towards her, pressing his lips on hers for a brief second. "I miss you."

"You had me in your arms all night long - no scratch that, whole day and night long." She amended her sentence and he scooted closer, resting his head on her chest, "So what? I start to miss you instantly you move out of my arms." 

"Well, good news to you. I can't move now." She jested and he groaned in her neck, kissing his way up to her jaw, "Worry not. You'll be fine. Just let your stiff muscles loosen up a bit. I'll call the breakfast here only."

"Won't I be able to go out?" She panicked, seizing his face in her palms and Yuvraaj rolled his eyes. "Of course, you will be. I'm calling breakfast here because I want to. I'm famished. We didn't have lunch and dinner," he reminded her, deliberately because she was the one who didn't leave him at all to call in the services eventually making them skip dinner, "So get ready." 

"Okay." She chirped, snuggling closer to him and tapped at his heart, "Your heartbeats are my favourite music now. It's awesome."   

Yuvraaj kissed her hair, rubbing his thumb on his abdomen in circular motions, "Feel good now?" 

"Mm-hmm." 

"Good. Now, get fresh quickly meanwhile I'll order the breakfast and then, we'll go to church." 

"Church? Why?" She queried, lazy AF. She wanted to snooze the rest of the day and regain her energy. 

"Because this is practically the new beginning of our married life and we must inaugurate with God's blessings. Now since there are no temples in Sardinia, not that I know of any, we'll have to go to church. God is one, after all." 

Anahita gaped at him, wide-mouthed. The most rustic and barbaric man she thought he was turned out the most civilized and religious. She was proud of him.

"I'm so lucky to have you." She intoned her thoughts, smiling wide. "I'm so happy to know that Aai has given you really good morals. I love you, Yuvraaj."

"Whenever you say this, I feel my heart flutter every time." He chuckled, distancing her, "Now just go and take a shower because if I saw you naked for long, I might end up doing you once again."

Anahita kissed his cheek and gestured him to pass her clothes. Learning exactly from her expression, Yuvraaj decided to stay oblivious to it. "What?"

"You tore my jumper yesterday. So, at least, give me your shirt." 

"Why?" Full fledged smirk formed on the corner of his lip and she pursed her lips together, "What do you mean why? Pass me your shirt, I've to go to bathroom."