Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 21 Only Mine

While clucking in annoyance, Fathan sipped a glass of water until it was gone unceremoniously. He squeezed his own hands and closed his eyes. Azkira's words continued to ring in his ears.

Fathan then returned to the room, having satisfied his wrath by drinking a glass of water. Now the tall and burly man was looking at the face of Azkira who was asleep. "Nobody can make me feel defeated like this, Azkira!" he said while grinning cunningly.

The voice of the coarsely gulped saliva was clearly heard from Fathan's throat. In addition to his warming heart, it seemed that his passion was also burning. Then, without waiting again he leaves all the clothes attached to his sexy body.

"Keep rebelling on me, honey. You're getting me challenged to do naughty things to you." He whispered to the body that was busy diving into the dreamland.

"You must not ignore me, Azkira," he growled while stripping a thread that wrapped the beautiful body of Azkira.

Azkira wriggled feeling that there was a hand touching and groaning his body. And Azkira's eyes suddenly widened to appear patterned, when he realized Fathan's face was set between two of his twin hills. He immediately rose from the ground. Then, create a distance by moving away from Fathan.

"What are you doing?" Azkira looked very panicked. He tried to grab a blanket to cover his innocent body. But unexpectedly Fathan threw away the blanket.

"I want us to enjoy tonight, dear," said Fathan with a meaningful smile and lust-controlled eyes.

"No, I don't want to! I don't want to do any of that constantly with people who don't have feelings like you."

Hearing the words of rejection, Fathan increasingly ignited emotions. Now Azkira looked like a victim to him. "Enough, Azkira! I'm your husband and I deserve you."

No one can save Azkira from Fathan. He can choose to fight back and get anger from Fathan, or just obey and enjoy all Fathan's treatment of him. Azkira was really on the verge of a dilemma.

"I like to let mine sink in the warm, wet river of your love, dear," whispered the seductive Fathan.

Azkira closed his eyes hoping not to see the face of Messum Fathan that was plastered in front of his eyes. Azkira's heart rate was pounding irregularly. His heart seemed to be able to tear the heart itself.

"I beg you not-"

Fathan paused the sentence with a death paguttan on the lips of the Azkira ranum. The sound of thinness rang out loud filling the entire room that was originally quiet. Fathan overwhelmed Azkira and nearly out of breath.

"Don't look at me with your hatred, Azki. Because it'll make me want you more." Fathan walked every inch of Azkira's body with the touch of his tongue.

Strange tremors began to be felt Azkira. He wasn't sure his defense would remain intact. Because, Fathan's game is more adept at finding sensitive points on his body. A melodious voice that provoked the thump of passion Fathan was heard escaping from Azkira's mouth.

"Yes, Honey. Do it like that" said Fathan as his hand continued to venture into the cratered terrain of Azkira. Fathan liked Azkira's facial expression on fire.

That night, circumstances forced Azkira to make the connection once again. With Fathan, her husband. Husband who once made her feel humiliated because he said he would not touch Azkira, even then Azkira was forbidden to just expect a touch from her. But now, the man seemed to be consumed by his own words. Things turned around to him. It was Fathan who always wanted to touch Azkira.

"You're only mine, Azkira. No one can touch you, not even a single hair. Do you understand?" Fathan gripped Azkira's jaw until Azkira's mouth opened slightly.

Then, Fathan scooped back Azkira's lips savagely until the Woman felt her lips thicken. Not satisfied until there. Fathan also ventured with his tongue, in the oral cavity of Azkira.

Their bodies drooped after doing the fierce struggle. They experienced several releases that satisfied his desires. Then, as usual Azkira always felt embarrassed and had no self-esteem after he was also carried into the game by Fathan. Unlike Fathan who felt more confident.

"You feeling tired? Rest up!" Fathan asked, then led Azkira to put his head on the chest of his field, before Azkira could answer his question.

Again Azkira could not resist. Although admitted, that Azkira is very unhappy with the way Fathan tends to force. However, it turns out that Fathan's appeal is like magic that is able to destroy the rigors of Azkira's establishment. And Azkira fell asleep in the arms of Fathan. In the warm embrace of Fathan's embrace, and the arch of Fathan's arm that always encircles Azkira's body.

Looking at Azkira who was asleep, Fathan smiled. Then, he grabbed Azkira's phone from the top of the nightstand. "I don't like to see you being held by another man, Azkira."

You know what Fathan did to Azkira's phone? Yes, he deleted all the photos in the Azkira gallery, except if Azkira posed alone. However, her entire photo with Revan and some people who were out of nowhere, had all been clean removed by her. In fact, maybe it was Azkira's schoolmate or others who did not have a special relationship with his wife. He really is a very jealous man.

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