White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Dating after marriage

The two then drifted and drowned in a vortex that either, Aksa or Yasmin was unable to describe. between comfort, enthusiasm, and also a demanding desire.

As a teenager who grew up with unstable emotions, it was impossible for Aksa or Yasmin did not have the desire to demand and have each other. Both seem to forget what their purpose is.

"We should go down and seger into Aksa, not this." Yasmin stopped Aksa's kiss and turned her face away in embarrassment. The girl's voice sounded soft, limp and did not have the energy to just push Aksa away. Jesus, it feels like Yasmin is dying to curse herself.

"sorry. What... are you angry?" Aksa asked doubtfully. Even if Yasmin is not ready to be touched and is not willing to accept Aksa as her husband, Aksa does not mind. The young man could wait as patiently as possible for his wife's readiness.

"I... Ah never mind, me too..."

"Enjoyed him? Do you like it?" ask Aksa bluntly without any filters at all.

For a moment Yasmin fell silent, still unable to digest what had just happened. Even what Aksa said, Yasmin did not hear him directly. Yasmin was silent and daydreaming.

"If you don't like it all right, Yasmin.I'll be browsing to find out how to kiss nice and sensational." Aksa's expression, suddenly makes Yasmin Merina's cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Stop, Aksa. Don't like to interrupt the conversation. I don't think that's good at all." Hearing Yasmin's expression, Aksa laughed in her place. If only there were no Aksa at this time, it would be like Yasmin jumped into the sea, who knows how it works.

"Yes, I'm sorry, next time let's discuss and you have the right to sulk. Let's go in before you tease the sleeping father and mother."

Yasmin was silent and did not react. But he felt like he wanted to touch Aksa more. But the other corner of his sanity expects him not to do more with Aksa. Yasmin worried.

Aksa smiled wryly, a smile that did not reach her eyes.does that mean Yasmin began to accept herself as a husband?

The two then went down, entered the house slowly and slightly settled after closing the door again. Until entering the room, Yasmin immediately changed her sleeping pajamas and laid her body beside Aksa who was lying facing the ceiling of the room.

Aksa's heart is pumping fast. Shaking from holding back as much as possible the fire of his passion that began to ignite due to the clothes that Yasmin was wearing.

"Aksa, are you okay?" yasmin asked, unaware that she had lured Aksa to do more for him.

"You. I want you." Yasmin worked her eyes out several times, looking at Aksa with a look she could hardly understand.

"I'm-I'm actually I'm not ready, Aksa. You know that we're both young and we're still, still in school." Yasmin nervous. Surely what was feared earlier, Aksa asked for his ration.

"So you're not ready to serve me? Your husband?" Aksa smiled softly, as her hands tidied up Yasmin's slightly messy haircut.

"No, it's not. But I think it's too rushed. Could it be that later we will, let's just say we're dating. dating after marriage." Aksa chuckled at hearing that.

"You know what, Yasmin? Even many people who are dating but end up running aground in the middle of the road after they do an immoral act. Doesn't that mean, dating the same version, will also have the same sensation? Yes, let's go to sleep.

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