29-30 Zain and Nasrin

29

Zain

“God, I am so tired,” Nasrin whined, stretching her limbs in the rumpled sheets of the bed.

I smiled proudly, pouring a glass of water for her. “Feeling better, wife?” I purred, trailing my hand towards her naked breast before she smacked it away.

“No. You have the stamina of a horse. Give me a breather, Zain.” She winced when she sat up, looking down at her lap that was covered in a thin sheet. “We have been locked inside this room for three days.”

“And it’s still not enough for me,” I said, handing her the glass.

“Insatiable.”

As soon as we returned to Azmia, we had a small celebratory dinner with our family where we went through the tale of my wife saving my ass. Everyone was happy except the council, but I could deal with them later. I was glad that even her brothers had accepted me as their own.

Since that dinner, I had announced to the guards not to knock at the door unless they wanted their arms cut off. So, I had spent days, afternoons and nights worshipping her bo