Chapter Nineteen: Morning’s First Taste

The first streaks of sunlight poured gently into the room, filtering through the gauzy curtains and spilling across the sheets like molten gold. Ayan stirred awake, his gaze instantly drawn to the vision beside him.

Saba lay sprawled across the bed, her long hair a tumble of dark silk against the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in slow, steady rhythms. Even in sleep, she radiated elegance — her white robe half-open, revealing the teasing black satin of her lingerie beneath.

Ayan felt his chest tighten, but not from tenderness alone. Desire coiled low in his belly, pulsing hotter with each passing second. He remembered her words from the night before, whispered against his ear with a smirk just before they had drifted off: “If you want to wake me tomorrow, lover… wake me with your mouth.”

His lips curled into a hungry smile. Challenge accepted.

Slowly, carefully, he slid beneath the sheets, nestling between her legs. He let his hands rest lightly on her thighs, admiring the softness of her skin as he gently spread them apart. Saba stirred faintly but didn’t wake, her body pliant under his touch. The delicate lace of her panties framed her heat, and Ayan exhaled sharply at the sight.

With a steady hand, he brushed the fabric aside and lowered his mouth to her.

The first touch of his tongue was deliberate — a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip. Saba let out a breathy sigh, her hips shifting instinctively. Ayan grinned against her, taking his time, savoring the taste of her, licking, circling, dipping, his tongue moving in patient, methodical patterns that made his cock ache with need.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and then her voice — husky, half-dreaming — drifted down to him. “Mmm… Ayan… what do you think you’re doing?”

He lifted his eyes to her, still working his tongue lazily against her clit, his voice muffled but cheeky. “Exactly what you told me to do, remember? Your… favorite way to wake up.”

Her laugh was shaky, breathless, full of delight. She propped herself on her elbows, looking down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “You shameless man,” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “And to think, I thought I’d get a peaceful morning.”

Ayan pulled back just enough to murmur, his lips grazing her sensitive folds, “Peaceful? Not with me around. I’d rather make you moan than let you sleep.”

“Then don’t stop,” she commanded softly, her hand sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to guide him back where she wanted. “Wake me properly.”

And he obeyed. His tongue danced over her, faster now, licking deep, flattening against her heat before flicking back up to circle her clit. His fingers joined in, slipping inside her with an ease born of last night’s passion, curling upward in perfect rhythm with the strokes of his mouth.

Saba gasped, her hips lifting to meet him, her body awakening fully under the onslaught of sensation. “Oh, Ayan…” she moaned, her voice a mix of indulgence and surrender. “You… you really are dangerous like this.”

He chuckled against her, the vibration sending sparks through her body. “Dangerous? No, darling… just devoted.”

The sheets tangled around them as Saba writhed, her thighs tightening around his head. Every flick of his tongue made her breath come faster, every thrust of his fingers sent her spiraling higher. She clutched the sheets, then his hair, tugging, urging him not to let up.

Ayan’s world narrowed to the taste of her, the slick heat coating his tongue, the way her body trembled under his mouth. He loved how she tried to hold back, biting her lip, stifling moans — until he teased her mercilessly, and she couldn’t hold anything in anymore.

Her climax crested like a wave breaking, her moan sharp and glorious as her body shuddered, spilling her release against his eager mouth. Ayan drank her in, relentless until her trembling slowed, until she collapsed back onto the pillows, spent but glowing.

Only then did he crawl up her body, his lips glistening with her taste, his grin wicked. He pressed a kiss against her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

Saba chuckled weakly, brushing a hand over his cheek. “That’s… one hell of a way to wake a woman, Ayan. I should be angry, but…” Her fingers trailed down his chest, teasingly light. “You make it impossible not to want more.”

Her eyes gleamed with promise, and Ayan knew the morning had only just begun.