Siya felt a wave of deja vu as they made their way through the quiet hallway toward her suite. Except, this time, it was clear that he wouldn’t let her go.
He quickly swiped the keycard to her room, and without waiting for her to enter, he picked her up in his arms.
She let out a startled yelp, and wrapped her arms around him. ‘What’s the hurry?’
Abhay kicked the door shut behind him as he left a soft trail of kisses down the curve of her neck. ‘Believe me, sweetheart, I’ve waited a long time for this.’
She bit her lip to hold back a gasp. ‘That’s not fair,’ she whispered.
‘You think I care about playing fair when you are on stake? I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me,’ he promised.
Before she could respond, he dropped her down onto the bed, making her shriek. With an infuriating grin, he moved onto the bed, hovering over her.
He gripped both of her wrists, pinning them on the sides of her head, and kissed her softly. His lips brushed against hers like a whisper of a touch, and just that sent a delicious need down her spine.
‘You think this will stop me?’ she asked, feigning a brave face, but the mischievous glint in his eyes told her he wasn’t buying it.
‘No, but this will,’ he said, and crashed his lips onto hers again.
When she tried to retort back, he mumbled, ‘Tonight is not for talking, jaan. I want to spend every minute of the night binding you to me in a way that you’ll never be able to walk away from me.’
Her words died in her throat when he nipped sharply at her bottom lip, pulling a gasp out of her. She had no intention of arguing anymore, especially not when he fisted her hair and pulled her head back. His mouth trailed along her jaw and down the slope of her neck, leaving a path of heat that made her shiver.
Her eyes rolled back into her head when he sucked on a sensitive spot beneath her ear. His touch was maddeningly possessive as he gripped her thighs open and nestled in between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as he ground himself against her wet core. Her nails dug into his bicep when he bit down on the juncture of her shoulder, sending a sizzling rush through her veins. The rough graze of his stubble sent a tingle of heat pooling into her lower belly.
‘Tell me, Siya, did you ever lie awake in bed, wondering what would have happened if you’d stayed that night?’ he asked, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing the delicate strap of her gown.
The times she’d done that were too many to count, and she couldn’t focus long enough to do it as he trailed one finger down the curve of her waist, burning her through the thin fabric. Her body trembled as his other hand moved with aching slowness, sliding the strap off her shoulder.
His eyes, dark with yearning, never left hers.
Her soft gasp fuelled his passion and he peeled down the front of her dress, taking it all the way off, baring her naked for him to see. Her heavy breathing made her breasts bounce, and he watched with fervent hunger.
His tongue darted out to wet his parched lips as he took in the glorious sight of her body. Abhay brushed his thumbs against her sensitive buds, turning them hard. He rubbed one nipple between his fingers as he asked, ‘Did you ever wonder how I would touch you?’
‘Yes,’ she let out a breathy moan.
His lips traced a wet path down her chest, and a jolt of current zapped her nerves when his mouth closed over her breast. He held the other, kneading it in a matching rhythm that made her lose her grip on sanity.
He licked around the hard peak, before firmly pulling it into his mouth. Her eyes drifted close and her head fell back against the bed as she arched, her skin alive with sensation she had denied herself for far too long.
Abhay flicked his tongue against the nub, and she involuntarily ground against him, needy for more friction. He gripped her hips and angled her in a way that pressed him right on her throbbing core.
In a hoarse voice, he asked, ‘Did you wonder whether I would’ve made you come apart with my fingers or my tongue?’
‘Fuck, Abhay,’ she groaned.
‘Answer me, baby,’ he urged, lightly tugging at her other nipple with his teeth.
The sting it left behind made her toes curl as she snapped, ‘What do you think?’
He chuckled darkly. ‘What I know is that I spent every day of the last four years like I was trapped in hell, dying for a taste of you,’ Abhay said, following it with a flick of his tongue.
She didn’t know if it was his touch or his words but she couldn’t breathe anymore. The only thing her body needed was more of him.
‘You know, for a man who said no talking tonight, you seem to be running your mouth a lot,’ she teased, but the sentiment got lost in her raspy voice.
