103. Late Night Meal
Asahd’s POV:
My eyes opened as if on command. My starving and rumbling tummy had woken me up. I lay immobile and stared at the ceiling, trying to recall where exactly I was.
Seconds after, I remembered everything.
I moved a little and realised I was on the hard floor.
′Where’s Saïda?′
Slowly, I sat up. My body hurt so bad from my crashing onto the hard floor, some hours earlier.
“Ow...” I muttered, touching my lower back.
′That was crazy.′
I thought, still a little sleepy. I smiled a little and turned to find Saïda at the edge of the bed, close to me. It seemed like she’d either rolled over or had moved till she got there. I realised her wrists were still tied.
′Oh poor darling. She slept like that?′
I managed to kneel and immediately reached for the lace. I untied her wrists and pulled the lace completely off. I noticed it’d left some marks on them.
′I hope I didn’t hurt her. Cuz for real, when I started, it was a different story.′
I kissed her forehead and then looked around.
′I’m starving. What time is it?′
I saw that the outside was still dark. I stood and almost stumbled. My legs were weak and my knees were still a little shaky.
’I’d repeat our sex over and over, without complaining. It was hot.
It always is.′
I smiled and stretched. I picked my boxers and wore them. Then, I turned and carefully covered my wife. But immediately I did so, her eyes slowly opened.
“Asahd?” she called sleepily.
“Yes, baby,” I bent over and kissed her cheek.
She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“I’m starving,” she muttered and I chuckled.
“Me too. Let’s go eat,” I sat on the edge, close to her.
She raised her head and stared at me. She looked so tired, so innocent and cute.
“You tried to kill me,” she mumbled and my lips twisted to the side in amusement.
“Sorry,” I said, chuckling a little.
“Don’t be,” she smiled weakly. “I actually liked it.”
Her reply made me smirk and she giggled.
“I was kinda scared at first,” she admitted with a lazy laugh. “But then, wooo! It was something else.”
I laughed and she joined me.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” I mused.
“No you didn’t,” she reddened. “But you drained me. Is it healthy to orgasm that much?”
“I know it causes no harm,” I laughed and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back.
When she caressed my cheek, I realised something that caused me to pull away.
“What?” she asked, staring at the worried expression I had on.
“Are you feeling okay, darling?” I asked, worried. I touched her face and forehead. She was a little too warm.
“Yes? Why?” she asked, confused.
I touched her again to confirm what I’d suspected in the first place.
“You’re feverish,” I muttered, still touching her.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I frowned a little.
“Well, I don’t feel like I have fever,” she mused. I didn’t find it funny.
“You can’t fall sick now. Not on our honeymoon,” I grumbled, touching her again.
“Asahd, I’m fine,” she giggled. “I don’t feel ill or awkward. Maybe it’s just the heat here, or temperature. Whatever. But I assure you I’m not feeling ill.”
I stared at her, caressing her cheek.
“Hmmm. Precaution first,” I stated and stood, going to my bag to get her something.
She laughed at how worried I was.
“It’s fine. I assure you.”
“You say so. You have to take an aspirin,” I insisted, grabbing aspirin effervescent from my bag.
“Eew, no. I hate its taste,” she laughed, getting off the bed and wearing her panties and T-shirt. I went to her.
“I insist.”
“Nope,” she giggled.
“If you don’t take it, I’ll ignore you throughout our honeymoon,” I tried blackmail.
“You know you can’t,” she raised a playful brow.
′Facts.′
“Dammit. You’re right,” I rolled my eyes. “Please do it for me.”
“Hmmm, after we’ve eaten,” she mused.
“Yes, yes. Just promise you’ll drink it.”
“I promise,” she rolled her eyes, lazily.
“Good,” I smiled and pecked her.
“You’re so cute when you worry for me,” she smiled and hugged me. I hugged her back and it only convinced me the more, that she had fever.
Saïda’s POV:
“You’re sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” he repeated when we broke the hug. It was so amusing. I was fine! I honestly didn’t feel feverish or ill.
′Where’s he getting this from? I’m okay.′
I thought in great amusement.
“I’m perfectly fine, Asahd!” I laughed. “If you ask again, then I won’t drink that disgusting effervescent.”
“Okay, okay,” he raised his hands in surrender and I chuckled.
“What time is it, by the way?” I asked and went to check my phone. “It’s two AM.”
“We didn’t sleep for long. My hunger was stronger than sleep,” he mused with a little laugh and grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go eat then.”
“Mmhmm.”
I gasped and giggled in surprise when he swept me off my feet and in his arms. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing.
“Mind if I carry you downstairs, Mrs Usaïd?” he asked with the cutest smile ever.
“No I don’t mind, my dear Mr Usaïd,” I smiled back.
′It’s dangerous to be this in love with someone. But I’m not complaining.′
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Asahd’s POV:
We sat down in the kitchen and took our time to eat and fill our stomachs. I needed to regain some energy and Saïda had to replace the energy lost, after our sex. It was almost like she’d not even eaten in the first place.
I loved watching her eat that much. It was so amusing and cute.
“You sure were hungry,” I chuckled a little.
“Blame’s on you,” she laughed. “What you did to me up there, drained me, Asahd.”
“Then eat as much as you want. There’s gonna be more of sex and love making, in the days to come,” I winked at her and she blushed, smiling shyly.
“You know you moaned out the ′F′ word so loud and raw, earlier. Right?” I decided to remind and tease her.
Her mouth dropped open a little in amusement, and I laughed.
“Shhht! I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rolled her eyes playfully and I laughed again.
“Don’t worry. When I’m done with you during this honeymoon, you’ll be screaming worse than that.”
“Asahd, hush!” she raised finger to her lips, making me laugh one more time. “Bad boy.”
“Fact,” I wriggled my brows at her and she laughed.
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We chatted for a long while and finally finished eating.
“That was delicious. Let’s go,” she said quickly and tried to rush out of the kitchen.
“Oh no you don’t,” I laughed and immediately caught her. “You must drink that aspirin.”
“Oh no,” she grumbled like a child as I pulled her along and back to the counter. I carried her and made her sit.
“You promised. You don’t want me pissed at you, do you?” I asked, pointing a finger at her.
“No,” she mumbled.
“Good,” I smiled and grabbed a glass. I went to fill it with water and put the aspirin in it.
I returned to her when it was ready.
“Now drink. I’m watching.”
She let out a fake sob and took the glass. She stared at me.
“Don’t give me puppy eyes,” I chuckled. “You’re hot, Saïda.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” she wriggled her brows and I laughed.
“No, you’re literally hot. You’re feverish.”
“But I don’t feel it!” she grumbled stubbornly.
“Saïda,” I called firmly now, my brows raised. “Drink.”
“Fine, Sir,” she rolled her eyes. I watched her pinch her nose and force the drink down till the last drop. “Eeuurk! Eew!”
“There,” I smiled and took the glass from her, “Your fever will disappear.”
“Eeeww!” she grabbed an apple in the fruit basket and bit into it immediately. She chewed fast to make the aspirin taste, disappear. And then dropped the apple.
“It doesn’t taste that bad,” I chuckled and she frowned playfully.
“Only psychos say that. You forced me,” she grumbled and jumped off the counter.
“I’m sorry,” I mused and tried to carry her.
“Don’t touch me,” she dodged playfully and started heading for the door. I followed closely behind.
“Okay, ma’am,” I laughed a little, slapping her ass.
“Oh my gosh!” she gasped in shock and amusement, turning to me with an open mouth and her hands on her butt.