Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 84

Dawn brought the first rays of sunlight that bounced off with a variety of prism-like colors and infiltrated from the reddish-colored sky. Awakened by a warm breath and a very pleasant sensation.

Farah felt the warmth of Ryan's body at her side, Ryan's palm pressed two balls against her forehead, squeezing, stroking, teasing her to the point of burning under Ryan's touch. Ryan pulls his blanket to let the sunlight illuminate Farah's naked body and of course so Ryan can look at her.

That's when Farah remembered her wildness last night under Ryan's body. Farah sighed, curled away from Ryan, and sat with her back to Ryan.. Farah's arms folded over her swollen browball, her hair draped like a curtain between her open knees.

"What's up, honey?" Ryan's voice behind him sounded like a soft whisper.

There were a number of things, including an unusual sense of lightness in his body, who still holds in mind all the memories of the romance with Ryan and his disbelief about the strength of Ryan's love for him and his fear of the strong foundation of their hasty marriage and.... Farah felt Ryan's hand caress her neck, revealing the very top of her spine. Ryan's mouth swept a soft kiss there, then followed by Ryan's tongue down the kiss trail, forming a wet and tickling circle, which sent pleasure all over his body.

Farah groaned, took out an ***** long, and she felt Ryan's breath stop, then it became faster on her skin, as Ryan heard her sigh.

"I really like******** in your favor, Ryan. I like the sound you make. I love hearing your raucous voice for wanting me" whispered Ryan.

Ryan's fingers moving along Farah's back sent a scrumptious vibe all over her body, a reminder of the peak of supreme pleasure, where Ryan carried her.... One of Ryan's hands caressed Farah's hip grooves, while the other flirted with the sensitive skin on her nape, moving under her hair to cupped and caressed her neck, before caressing her mouth with her fingertips.

"Open your lips, Tiny," murmured Ryan..

"Let me. yeah...." Ryan's thumb moved slowly on Farah's lower lip, going in slightly to feel the warmth and moisture that was inside, while Ryan's other hand continued to support his chin. Then, the hand left Farah's face wander down through her hair that was rolled over the shoulder, until the hand was just below the chewy ball, raising the mound with the palm of the hand, and his thumb pressed down on the top, making it harden and covet, until it glittered with moisture.

"Hmm..," murmured Ryan, "oh, yeah baby hug me.", whispered Ryan as Farah curled her body in Ryan's hand.

With one gentle and slow motion, Ryan's other hand moved to Farah's abdomen, massaging and stroking her to a flexure. Farah could feel Farah's pull and breath on her skin, the pressure and tickling of Ryan's lips that kissed the side of her neck, Ryan's wet tongue licking her ears.

"Reverse to me." Ryan wanted to make Farah scream good again. "You draw me with your nimble fingers. Now let me print it in your heart." Ryan's gasping breath swayed the hair hanging above his ear hole, sending a gallop to the top of his forehead ball. Cupping Farah's reddish shoulder with her palm, Ryan pulled Farah up to lie down again on the blanket.

"Lay with me to watch the morning shine brightly. Lie down with me...." Whisper Ryan.

"Lay in silence..... I just want to touch you." Ryan's hand explored Farah's body gently and excitedly. Touching and caressing every inch of his body.

Ryan touched it lovingly, which made Farah feel like a human instead of a statue or a god created just from clay. Ryan's palms, fingers, and lips painted Farah as she was, real, seductive, and out of breath as a result of the sensual touch of Ryan's fingers.

While gasping softly, Farah whispered, "How quiet do you want me to lie down?"

Ryan's raucous laughter caressed Farah's spongy spherical top as Ryan's lips darted down, massaging her with a wet tongue, Ryan's hair moving up and down on the surface of the pulsating spongy ball. Sensitive and experienced fingers made Farah hot-cold, feeling every contour of the muscles in her thigh, then shifted so that Ryan's hand cupped the moist area in her intimate, deep-seated thigh, teasing and caressing him until he felt such a powerful surge of pleasure.

Ryan's wet kiss enveloped his browball then turned to his opened and swollen lips, kissed him hungry, put his tongue into the moisture of his mouth, a soft shout and a delicious sound ejected from Farah's throat. Farah looked around for Ryan's warmth, her feet pressed against the blanket for support, as she arched her body to add closeness to Ryan's hands and mouth which made her passion burn even more and blazing.

Ryan whispered, "Your chewy ball is so beautiful. I really like the taste on my palms.I like to touch all parts of your body.. feel the tenderness with my tongue, Ryan overlapped Farah's body with his, and the pleasure Farah felt as Ryan's body clung intimately to her felt so sensual.

"Ryan...." Farah's voice sounded very soft, like the whispering of the wind in the leaves.

Their gazes met each other, so sweet, but unfocused, slowly opening themselves up to each other to prepare to receive each other, as if they were two bodies fused in one soul. Ryan's mouth hung over Farah's mouth, inhaling Farah's breath, and Farah's body moved with great pleasure to feel Ryan's first touch inside her warm veil. Very gently and slowly, Ryan entered Farah fully, as deeply as he could.

Farah's breathing pattern changed on her skin, as Farah's puffy lips revealed a smile, which made Farah's eyes even more sparkling, Farah's eyes rattled Ryan when she saw the expression that appeared inside. Then Ryan is dragged down by the unbearable need of his body to have Farah, a need that dominates every part of his soul, and Ryan no longer needed to see Farah's expression because they were fused so that he could feel every thought and every feeling that came from inside Farah.

Before, when he first made love to Farah, the experience almost felt like a cult that he could barely feel his own pleasure, but now, his skin and Farah's skin fused in sensual warmth, and their bodies felt so in tune with each other, that each could feel their heartbeats and pulses with each other.

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The flapping of bird wings sounded in the clear morning sky, along with the smiling autumn sun. Ryan and Farah, who are preparing to return home, discover that a leisurely walk can cause them problems. No matter how neatly Ryan's fingers cast off Farah's hair, or how deftly Farah cleaned Ryan's shirt, they both still looked messy, tangled, and disheveled, and though they never looked more beautiful and handsome in each other's eyes, it was obvious that the honeymooning couple had just spent a loving night.

Farah's aunt and Ryan's mother arrived at midday on an open-topped sports car painted in black-silver and driven by Ryan's mother.

Was it really Aunt Okta, with curls styled in the noble style, the gusts of autumn wind made her tantalizing cheeks, and the lilac-colored dress wrapped her beautiful body gracefully. It's a little tight, but it doesn't look cheap.

Farah ran over to Aunt Okta and they met in the middle of the stairs. They hugged and shed tears. And Ryan's mother, a beautiful woman, was crying with them.

The afternoon was spent giving up longing. At nightfall, Farah's voice raspy, Aunt Okta's voice hoarse, Alice's voice hoarse, and Ryan jokingly said that her ears were hoarse too. Aunt Okta and Ryan's mother have heard the subtle version of Farah's story from Zayn. Farah and Ryan add another detail that could support Zayn's fictional story that Ryan saved Farah from two rascals who kidnapped Farah from the airport with the intention of asking for ransom. The same story is also deliberately spread to the public, intended to protect Farah from the bad speculation that usually accompanies a woman who has just escaped from captivity.

In addition to protecting Farah, the story also simultaneously protects Ryan, and for that Zayn apologizes wholeheartedly, to make Farahb secretly feel happy about it. He could have told Aunt Okta the truth, Ryan handed the decision to her, but what was the point other than making her aunt suffer from guilt?

Aunt Okta was already worrying too much about him. In addition, there is a small part of Farah who is afraid Aunt Okta will not be able to forgive Ryan and she does not want to use her aunt to get revenge. Moreover, as Ryan pulled her into the room that night, stripping her naked in the mist of moonlight, kissing every part of her body that was exposed and whispering words of love. Farah did not think of any revenge at all.

Ryan left Farah at dawn, as Ryan had told Farah before, because Whitehall expected Ryan to come to explain the pile of reports and conclusions he made, which no one can understand at all.

And even though Ryan didn't say it directly to Farah, Ryan is squeezed by greater despair than any other feeling he has ever known to find Andreas and secure Farah's safety even though Ryan no longer thinks of taking revenge. There was a black spot in Ryan's conscience right on the part he felt hatred towards Andreas and there also came the fear he might lose Farah.

When Farah falls ill, Ryan never wants to believe that Farahakan is dead, no matter what his reason tells him. Ryan drinks Gege's potion to replace Farah's life with his, and he has been shrouded by a blanket of confidence that runs in his blood from his father, from his grandmother, from his half-brother he feels confident in, very sure, that his determination can certainly save Farah's life.

Now, that blind arrogance left him dumbfounded. What makes him think he's better than other men?

Last night, as Farah fell asleep, Ryan moved down to the bottom of the bed to hug Farah's waist, feeling the softness of Farah's thighs in her contracting stomach, which she felt, and lay his cheeks carefully on Farah's springy ball mound. Drowsiness strikes him after feeling the vortex of happiness for the past two days, but he must force himself to stay awake to listen to Farah's heartbeat.

Ryan's arms hugged Farah the tighter, his lips pressing the warmth over Farah's firm ball and heart. Ryan was not a man accustomed to having terrible imaginations take hold of him, but the feeling when a terrifying idea flashed through his mind that Farah would be snatched from him.

Ryan offered an unrelenting prayer hoping to get straight to the ears of God, who might think with a smile, that for a long time there had been no prayer offered by Ryan. In the silence of his mind, Ryan promised, begged, asked, until drowsiness took hold of him, and he awoke before sunrise, with the thought that God was tired of hearing his nonsense and put him to sleep.

After waking Farah with a gentle shower of kisses on her eyelids, Ryan makes love to Farah's warm, sleepy body again, then leaves Farah with an insatiable kiss. Ryan stopped at the roomy room, where his mother was asleep, to touch her mother's cheeks and smile, seeing her mother nibble on the sleeves of her nightgown, remembering her father's jokes about the strange habit.

Thank goodness Zayn was always here to look after his mother as long as she was gone. While thinking that he will never again let his loved ones suffer because of his own obsession, Ryan leaves home and prays hopefully when he returns later, he would never go again to perform dangerous duties.

And, in the dark room, Farah sat alone on Ryan's wide bed, hugged his bent knee with bare arms, and began to worry.

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Any minute now.. Maybe the next few chapters will be over. About Andreas mode not yet kuberesin😂

And I'm also now rereading my other novels, I'm happy to read bang reynald (i mean I'm weird.. I write I'm a persim🤣) but, my habit is so.. I never read my work when it was on going and even after it was over. I wait until months2 new I read myself so that the feel when writing the work disappeared first and appeared feel as a pure reader instead of the author😂

I also miss the same bang satya, but I decided to finish the ryan first deh I just finished the satya😅