Lord Vikram woke to the most exquisite sensation he had ever felt in his life. Warm, wet heat enveloped his cock, sliding slowly and deeply down his shaft until the fat head pushed into the tight, velvety squeeze of Ananya’s throat. Soft, muffled moans vibrated around his length as she took him all the way, her nose pressing against his pelvis, her tongue working lovingly along the underside. He sighed happily, a deep, contented sound that rumbled from his chest, and his hand instinctively moved to rest on the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her long hair.

“My wife,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and pleasure. “My beautiful, obedient wife-to-be… waking her husband with such a perfect deepthroat. You are already spoiling me.”