Twice Married

Finally, you are whole to be mine!

Hi all good morning, I'm back in the middle of the day, I'm back in the middle of a good morning, I'm back in the middle of the day.

Happy reading guys

🤗🤗🤗

***

"Darling.sayang--" Ibra continued to wake Fatih who had fainted, unconscious. He patted the cheek with a gentle pressure. His left hand still supported his wife's neck. Fatih's head was tightened as close as possible to Ibra's neck.

Ibra continued to look at his wife's face deeply. With love flowing, he kissed Fatih's forehead.

"Honey, let's get up!!" Ibra continued to hold Fatih's hand and tried to close her eyes briefly to relieve fatigue and pain around her face due to her fight with Fahmi.

It was so sweet and tender that Ibra treated Fatih.

Before long, there was a reaction of movement from the grip of the hand. Sontak made Ibra open her eyes quickly.

"Darling--?"

"Hmmm...Mas?"

"Shhh, don't talk too much first. You're still limp, Fat!" Ibra continued to lock Fatih's body in her arms.

I don't know why with the incident just now, make his heart feel even. He did not expect that their love would reciprocate. Fatih said when she said that she loved her husband. I remember in Ibra's heart.

"You drink first!" Ibra grabbed a glass of water on the nightstand, for it to thrust into Fatih's mouth.

"Where am I, Mas?" he said after he had drunk the water.

"In our house dear-"

"Cock?" fatih's voice sounded confused.

"When I was beating Fahmi, you fainted. I'll take you home immediately."

Both of Fatih's eyes immediately rounded, his memory recovered. Then he got up to see Ibra's face. There are some purplish marks imprinted around the cheekbones and corners of the lips.

"Oh my God, my God! Kasian you, I'll take the cure first for that wound-"

"Later on, Fat! Now I just want you to stay here..." Ibra pointed towards her chest. "Stay in my arms!"

Both their eyes were looking at each other. Over time their heads moved forward and closer to each other. The breaths of the two were blowing at each other. Fatih and Ibra looked at each other's eyeballs which continued to radiate love and longing.

"Mass?" fatih lamented as Ibra continued to advance her face and eventually both of their eyes were closed.

Ibra grabbed those lips back with her longing. Although there were wounds around the lips, and the sepsis of the wound was felt on Fatih's lips. They are still engaged in the beauty of heavenly marriage.

"Mass?" fatih's voice came back when he patted Ibra on the shoulder to let go of the kiss. Fatih felt a bit claustrophobic, due to lack of oxygen.

Without waiting for long, Fatih was laid well on the pillow. Ibra also quickly dominated to move up on the body of the wife. Feels Fatih's breath going up and down and roaring. Ibra's hands began to reach for the buttons of Fatih's shirt to be opened.

"Am I allowed to do it?"

"Mas--" exhorted Fatih continued to look her husband in both eyes

"Can I, Fat?" ask her husband back.

"Mas--"

Not to be denied, with Ibra's gentle demeanor. Fatih wants that to happen now.

"I'm your husband, right? The one you love?" Ibra reminded Fatih.

"I heard what you said to Fahmi-"

Both of Fatih's eyes widened, he bit his lower lip and closed his eyes because he felt ashamed to know.

"Now, I want to ask for my rights as a husband and you're obliged to give it-"

"Asking, just because it's your right, Mom?"

"More behind it, because I love you so much, Fat! You made me have a hard time sleeping a few nights yesterday, made me keep thinking about you!!"

"....Me too, Mommy! It's hard to sleep, because it keeps remembering your shadow-" Fatih rubbed the wound on Ibra's face. "It hurts a lot?"

"It hurts more when you leave me rich yesterday! Don't do it anymore, I don't like it baby!"

"Do you really love me, Mom?" Fatih continued to stare at her husband's two eyeballs without blinking.

"Is that in here, just my name now?" Fatih pointed her finger towards Ibra's chest.

"By my mother's name! There's only your name, your face and your love here!" Ibra grabbed the finger to hold it. He lowered his face again to kiss under his wife's chin.

Instantly Fatih's face blushed like a working princess who was being pinned by a prince. His heart was now willing to accept Ibra's words well.

"Mass?" Fatih fussed, when there was a sense of intention that he was now feeling.

"Hemm--" Ibra continued to do the action. Now he is tasting Fatih's collarbone to make a red scar there.

"I'm not ready to get pregnant, Mom!" slowly complained. Sontak makes Ibra again align their views. "We'll talk after this!"

Ibra's hand that started back to unbutton Fatih's shirt, immediately stopped again. "When I get pregnant how?"

"It doesn't matter dong, I'm his dad. I am your husband, who will continue to sustain your life, Fat! Don't doubt it--"

"I'm just scared, Mom. I'm still traumatized!"

"I'll try my best to help you untangle that trauma-"

Fatih also began to give up, for some reason he seemed to be enchanted with the sweet words of the husband he really loved.

"Now, come serve me dear.I want to count how many moles you have around your body!"

"Hemmm?? Mole---?" Fatih rolled her eyes back. "I don't have a mole on my body, Mom!" She is confused with her husband. Obviously, Fatih did not know about the ultimatum Fahmi who just made the heart of Ibra will soon be dislodged.

"Hemmmm-"

Ibra also started to mutter. "Bas brazen Fahmi, he could have lied to me! Watch out!!"

Ibra quickly did the action back. Raining Fatih with the movement of love from her. Tracing every curve of Fatih's body to any place he likes. Fatih could only grimace, whimper and fumble the name of her husband, when Ibra managed to bring Fatih to the top of the world's pleasure.

Decitan sound of the bed with the wall was heard, in addition to the moans and sighs of Ibra and Fatih so fused and echoed in this room. They sweat each other in a sweaty union. They both complain about calling each other's names.

"I love you baby---"

"I love you too, Mom!"

Ibra kept locking Fatih's body, he no longer wanted to take the woman off. However, they are already SAH to be a husband and wife, free to do anything. Fight Fatih and Ibra, of course your marriage will not be so easily separated by human hands.

Enjoy tonight, the real bridal night for you both

"You're finally whole to be mine, Fat!"

***

.

.

.

.

.

Oh yes, while you wait for me to update, you can read my other work:

1.My ex-president My husband

2.Friendship with Forbidden Love

3.Don't Stop loving me

Can click on my profile yes, continue to select works.

Like and comment yes guyss🖤🖤 ️