His Little FLOWER

Chapter 45: 45| HARMONES: I WANT YOU

ROSE POV:

Presently, I'm relaxing on the bed by leaning against the headboard. I kept the empty glass on the table

after I finished savoring the apple juice.

I am torturing My husband in all the ways possible. "This ain't fair, babies.", I gazed down at my baby

bump and smiled, stroking it gently. Very soon, our babies will be in our arms.

I can't wait...

My Poor Ferr, he has taken care of me so well, all these times. Not even once, he got angry at me for

yelling at him for no reason. I hit him. It may sound weird, but I even bite him sometimes. I bothered

him alot whenever he was working. I am such a terrible wife.

I need to apologize to him...

I tilted my head toward the way of the door unlocking sound as I saw my hot husband coming out of the

washroom with only got wrapped with a towel around his waist.

I licked my lips staring at his perfectly sculpted hefty physique, those misty droplets of water streaming

down his chest had my toes curl.

Single Ladies! Stay away from him. He is taken already. He is mine. Only mine. Oh, God! I want him

right now.

"Ferr.", I called him, before he could reach the wardrobe as he glimpsed at me waiting for my response.

"What is it?", he inquired. I gestured for him to come to me. He smirked, as he stood in front of me,

pressing his damp lips against my forehead.

I smiled, satisfyingly, but very soon I snapped out of it, remembering why did I call him.

I made him sit closer to me, "I want you now.", I demanded as he let out a chuckle, tucking a few

strands of my hair behind my ear whilst stroked my cheeks with his rough knuckles.

"I told, I want you.", I whined, when he didn't make any move.

He began to express to me the same old story that I am pregnant. It might tire me out etc., But, that not

gonna stop me from getting what I want. I smirked, mentally.

"Fine, instruct all the Soldiers to leave from our mansion.", I argued, for which he gave me a confused

look.

Come on, My beloved hubby! Ask me, why?

"Why?", he raised a question, just like I wanted. Now, here appears my evil strategy to make him fall

into my trap.

"Because I feel bored, so, I am going to walk around, naked.", I declared as he gawked at me as if I

have grown two horns on top of my head.

"Like hell, I'll let you roam around in that state.", he got pissed off, as I tried to get down from the bed.

But, he didn't let me do it.

"Fine. How about I wander, naked in front of gir-", before he can finish those words, I twisted his ear as

he groaned in pain.

Feeling bad, I removed my hold from his ear and rubbed it, gently, to ease off the pain.

"You can walk around naked only in front of me.", I affirmed, as he bit his lips trying to quell his laugh. I

glared at him, which made him restrain his laugh, instantly.

"Let's make love.", I whined, tugging his arm, and tried to break his bumpy walls by giving him puppy

eyes with the hope his heart melts.

"Fine, I'll be gentle, but if you feel weary, let me know.", he confessed, but I didn't pay heed to it.

I crashed my lips on him, hastily, as he let out a muffled laugh and trailed my bottom lip with his tongue,

it sent a wave of tingles to my core. I clasped my thighs together in need.

He made me lay on the bed with care, gently. I thrust my tongue into his lips and moaned, draping my

arms across his neck. He groaned and positioned his hands on both sides, and hovered me above,

carefully.

His damp lips glided down toward my neck, as all the way, his tongue traced my skin. I felt a crisp

sensation on my neck as he sucked onto my flesh. I let out a gasp, parted my lips, as my nails grazed

his back, making him grunt.

My fingers turned on to plod around his rugged body, as I stroked his chest with my hands in a circular

motion. His body stiffened, under my touch as his lips brushed my earlobe making me squirm in

pleasure.

My fingers traveled downward of his chest, as I undid his towel and hurled it away. On the other hand,

he helped me to remove my all clothing as I got completely naked for his sight.

Out of nowhere, I felt conscious about my bodily changes. "I don't want to do it.", I pushed him away,

covering my naked form with the sheets.

"What's wrong?", he requested me to explain to him the reason, for which I shook my head, muttering,

I'm fine. I faced the other side and began to sob. Arghh... I don't want to cry like this.

He cuddled me from behind, as we both stayed under the sheets. I could feel his hard thing poking me

on the butt. God! I want hot chocolate now, that is none other than, My husband.

He kept on questioning, why do I feel upset? For which I revealed him, my dark stretch marks. Those

marks are all over my body and getting darker, it's kinda bothering me.

"Do you think this will make me love My Little Flower less?", he murmured as his lips caressed my

cheeks for each word, tenderly.

I tilted my head to watch him gazing at me with his dark rich eyes. It is like a worship-like devotion for

me.

"No.", I mumbled out, as he thrust his lips on mine, passionately, in a way to describe his untold love for

me.

I draped my one arm around the nape of his neck, with the other, our fingers were entwined together.

My lips parted with a loud gasp, when his rock-hard member entered inside my wet folds, swiftly from

behind.

We are lying sideways, as he secured his one hand around the baby bump, protectively. As he presses

his fingers inside my mouth, commanding me to suck them.

I sucked his rough fingers, moaned in the thrill as he begins to thrust inside me, delicately. His warm

lips nuzzle on the delicate rim of my earlobe, as it had my body writhe, in ecstasy.

He groaned out loud for each chasmic thrust and kneaded my boobs which were now very sensitive to

touches. I whimpered out, as my whole body got filled with ecstatic pleasure.

As with each flying instant, I become a perfect moaning mess as the feel of his warmth inside me is

intense, took me into a reverie of recreation.

I gripped his strong arm as if it is my stronghold, not able to bear the sweet torture he is giving me. "Are

you ok? Do you want me to stop?", he asked with concern as I reply breathlessly, that I am fine, and, to

not stop.

His thrust is slow and delicate, but his lips were intense on my skin, as he bit my earlobe, and it trailed

down to my shoulder. He pressed fervent kisses on it, moving inside me deeply.

Our moans echoed across the room and the sound of our bodies slapping onto each other conquered

our room aura into the feverish one.

I felt a twist inside, an overpowering feeling of pleasure thrusting up inside me. I fisted the pillow tightly

which is on my side and bit my lips hard to quell the furor of moans.

"Let me hear that.", he growled, as he tugged the tip of my earlobe with his teeth; then started up to

stroke the surged bud in between my wet folds, it had me cry out in fervor.

He kept rubbing on my swollen bud, on the other hand, the feeling of his thick member pounding in and

out of my wet walls, rocked my whole body.

In the end, a wave of pleasure hit the very horizon of my core. "Ahh! Ferr, I... Oh, God!", I gasped out

loud, trying hard to catch my breath.

I fisting the sheet, tightly, trying to control the flutter, as he went on with his deep thrust, gripping my

boobs. I felt him, getting thicker inside me, his breath getting faster than before with heated groans.

After a few more thrusts, I felt a spurt of the hot thickness was being flooded deep inside me. I felt his

raspy breath, blowing on my face like a wild aura which reddened my cheeks, instantly.

Once our deep breaths got subsided. He spoked still staying inside me. "I hope my lovely wife got what

she wanted.", he teased me, thrusting up, teasingly, making me moan.

He nuzzled my face with his, making me squirm with the giddy sensation from his beard. "Indeed, Big

Bull.", I teased him back, making him chuckle.

After staying on the bed for a little, he took me to the washroom and helped to take a warm shower.

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His fingers crept slowly on my belly as if feathers are getting blown up in the sky.

Within a few minutes later, a satisfied smile inflated in me, naturally, when I noticed our baby's

movements with a similar rhythm to his touch.

"Holy shit! They fucking moved.", he screamed out with excitement which made me laugh out loud.

He's behaving as if it is the first time he is beholding their movement.

It has happened many times, but each time it looks so new for him. They've begun to move when I was

in the 5th month of pregnancy.

After that, whenever, they make any move, he will begin to play with his fingers as if he is traipsing. To

my amazement, our babies also began to move matching with his fingers.

"Ferr, you can't swear like that in front of our children, for the future reference.", I stated, as I know how

greatly he does swearing.

Even I did that a lot while I was doing my schooling. But at one level, I can't get into that stuff like

before. Because, my grandpa found out one day about it, eventually that came to a stop very soon, as

he is a strict person.

"Flower, it doesn't make any sense for me. Because, in the future, one day they're gonna learn. Let

them hear it from me. I'll teach, where to use it appropriately.", he explained, which left me stunned.

This isn't something I expected to hear from him. If you discern, practically, it sounds like a great idea.

Wait! What the fuck I am thinking? Oh, no! I have begun to swear mentally.

"Idiot! Act like a father. This isn't the time for them to teach how to swear. We need to educate them

good things.", I advised, he seemed to think about it deep for a moment.

"I got it.", he divulged as it gave me a big relief. Finally, he realized what I meant.

"You don't worry, I will teach them self-defense as the first thing. I got a lot of guns.", he disclosed

making my eyes go wide in terror.

He went back to see the tiny motions of our babies again. I let out a heavy sigh, recognizing he doesn't

have any understanding of it. But, he will know once, he holds them in his hands for the first time.

I caressed his hair, gently, drowned in the thoughts until he interrupted me in the mid with his energetic

remarks, "Flower, look they are moving. Are you seeing it or not?"

I smiled, continuing with my strokes on his hair, and told, "I'm watching." He started up to hike again

with his fingers on the baby bump as well as our baby's followed with his lead by making moves in

return.

After a few minutes, their movement got stopped along with that, it tired me out too.

"Drink this, Flower.", he held the glass in front of me to drink, which is filled with pomegranate juice in it.

I sipped by taking small gulps, and he waited for me patiently.

He is being so good...

"Stop being so perfect, it's getting on my nerves.", I yelled out at him, not able to tolerate his goody-

goody nature. He chuckled and went on with giving me the juice.

Uff...

After watching tv for a while, I began to feel drowsy. I watched Ferr as he is walking on the balcony,

being busy on the phone.

Let's not disturb him, I reckoned and lay back on the bed. I strived to place the pillow behind me as a

support but it got snatched away from me.

"Flower, you should've called me.", he conceded, by setting the pillows in all the spots wherever he

arrange for me, normally.

"I told you to stop being so perfect.", I complained and pulled his hand close to my face by positioning it

under my cheeks to feel his warmth. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

I felt his gentle strokes on my hair, as it silenced me to sleep, deliberately. In the end, a thought floating

deep inside my heart. I'm saying, again and again to myself, this love should never end.

FRANCO POV:

I stood in front of My Soldiers as they are all ready to sacrifice their life for me. They are approximately

about in the hundreds, in number.

"Tonight, we attack his mansion and burn all damn things to ashes. The one who presents me the head

of his woman will get a prize of 1 million.", I declared openly, as their faces blazed with enjoyment.

They all got cheered up and got on the car, drove off at a rush speed, eager to finish her off and get the

reward.

Let me see, how you're gonna protect your pregnant wife from hundreds of Soldiers now, Raffa. I can't

wait to see how you kill yourself after she dies.

I can't wait...