The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Unboxing Part 1
The dinner is over and all the surprises have been given to Shaka for his beloved wife. Yes, starting tonight for the young lawyer, Zahira is a woman he loves more than anything in the world. Ziva's position has been replaced Zahira in his heart.
Along the way to the hotel, Shaka constantly steals a look at the beautiful woman next to him. When the gaze of the eyes collided with each other, the man's heart beat fast and almost exploded due to the rhythm that continuously pumped firmer than usual.
As they exit the elevator door, Shaka decides to carry Zahira ala bridal style. "Not ah, Ka, I can walk alone." The beautiful girl in a beautiful manner refused as the man took a swing holding his petite body.
"Come on, Ra, don't reject your husband's good intentions!" shaka Rengek is like a child who is asking to buy a toy for his mother.
Zahira shuddered at the spoiled attitude of the husband. All my life, only this time did the man act like a child. He thought Shaka was a cold and authoritative man, but it turned out that he could be childish with her.
"Please, Honey. Let me carry you like a newlywed in general, holding the wife in their bridal room. When we got married I didn't treat you well at all, I built a separation barrier between us to make you and me sleep apart for a month. So this time, let me pay for all my past mistakes" the man said.
Aah .. It felt like Zahira was flying into the seventh sky as Shaka loudly and without hesitation called her 'honey'. The name makes his heart flowered like a Jacaranda flower that was blooming outside there.
Zahira took a deep breath, then scanned the state around the passageway towards the inn room. The atmosphere is quiet, there is not one visitor and passing around the hallway. Understandably time has shown at eleven pm local time, maybe people have fallen asleep wrapped in beautiful dreams in their respective rooms.
"Yes, you can carry me. Be careful not to fall! I ... afraid of falling, Ka."
Shaka smiled. "Don't doubt my might because if you'd known how great your husband was, I'd be sure you'd be sorry for underestimating my muscle strength." The man slightly bent his body, then carried the body of his wife ala bridal style.
Laughter accompanied them as they headed together to one of the hotel rooms that had been decorated like a room for a honeymoon. Zahira could only resign as her muscular, burly hands made her body float through the air. The two girls hands were tightly coiled around the husband's neck.
"We'll be in the room soon, baby. The room that will be a silent witness to how sincere and pure our love is" whispered Shaka gently in Zahira's ear.
Zahira blushed. Shaka's words sound so vulgar, but success makes his mind as a normal girl drift everywhere.
Shaka lowers Zahira in front of the room, then opens the door using an access card. After that, he took his wife back and entered the room. With one leg, he closed the door.
"Welcome to our bridal chamber, Miss Shaka." Shaka's burly hands placed Zahira's body slowly on the bed.
The atmosphere was dim, no lights were on. There was only candlelight and moonlight out there to be the only light for them. Zahira sat on the bed with her face down. Not daring to look at the figure of a man who is very loved because if he is brave then the girl could have forgotten how to breathe.
"Zahira," call gentle Shaka. The man sat next to his wife while his right hand grabbed her by the waist. He brought the girl's body closer until there was no distance separating them.
The burly hand he used to carry Zahira touched the tip of his wife's chin. His eyeballs stared fixedly at the brown iris of his beloved wife. "Look at me, honey." Slowly, the man's lips landed on Zahira's. Caress those lips with loving kisses.
Zahira's body froze, the girl's mind blank. The gentle sweep of Shaka's tongue that obscures each oral cavity feels intoxicating to make the doctor beautiful do not know what to respond to. The girl's heart was too fast to beat with the pounding of a volcano that seemed ready to explode at any moment.
"Ra, you're beautiful tonight" Shaka said amid a roar of hunting. Breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon around the ball court.
Zahira's right hand rested on the bed, tightly gripping the white bed sheet that had been sprinkled with red rose petals forming a heart on it. The raucous sound accompanied by a puff of hot breath increasingly makes strange waves begin to spread throughout the body.
"Darling, may I ...."
The words left Zahira speechless for quite a while. His brain suddenly froze, of course he understood the hidden meaning behind Shaka's words. Although she is not experienced in love affairs, but for adult affairs, of course, the beautiful girl of mixed Chinese-Dutch blood understands the words of the husband.
The owner of the beautiful eyeball wrapped both hands around Shaka's neck. Without many words, she returned her husband's kiss. Shaka let out a sigh as his wife poked her lips in a stiff motion. The young lawyer at the office of a famous law firm in Jakarta pressed the nape of the girl to deepen their kiss.
Zahira's blood rippled as Shaka's hands began to reveal the tip of the dress he was wearing to reveal smooth white thighs without any defects. The huge palm of the hand was delivering warmth, spewing embers of fire that spread throughout the body.
Shaka smeared his sexy ripe lips in a hurry as if afraid if the girl in front of him disappeared from view. The man's hand moved slowly to his wife's back, lowering the ritzleting dress of his beloved wife's.
Zahira's kudu feathers brushed as the cold air hit the skin of his back exposed half but Shaka did not give the girl a chance to change her mind. The man continued to shower the beautiful girl with kisses and longing touches.
The air in the presidential suite room type room increasingly heats up as the roar of hunting breath and the sound of subtle moans sourced from both. The passion of desire that was buried during this time began to surface.
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Don't forget to hold your breath. The next part is still in the process of typing. 😊