The tears I’d been trying so hard to hold back finally spill over as I reach up and hold his face in my hands. “You make me believe I can be whole again,” I whisper, the words barely leaving my lips.
“You are whole, Nisha. You always were. You just needed someone to remind you of that.” He gently brushes his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down. “And I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that again.”
Holding my gaze, he rises from the bed and starts to undress, every movement deliberate. He pulls his shirt over his head, then slips out of his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion and stands before me in all his naked glory.
A sharp tingle races down my spine as my eyes roam over him. God, he’s hot—all hard muscle in the right places.
As if he can hear every thought racing through my head, he returns to me and kneels on the bed. Then he reaches for me and slowly helps me sit up. Then, with a gentleness that takes my breath away, he slides my dress off my shoulders, his fingertips leaving behind trails of heat that ignite the need already smouldering inside me.
One by one, he peels away the last pieces of the fabric from my body. And just like that, my bra and my panties join his clothes on the floor. All the while, his dark eyes never leave mine.
“You are so perfect,” he rasps as his right hand cups my breast, his thumb lightly caressing my hard nipple.
“You too,” I whisper shyly, my voice barely audible as my fingers trail down his chest, tracing the defined lines of his rock-hard abs. His muscles tense slightly under my touch, and a thrillruns through me, knowing the effect I have on him. “So perfect and sexy,” I murmur, more to myself than him, but the way his eyes darken tells me he heard every word.
He grins as he gently pushes me onto my back, then hovers above me once more. I gasp softly as our bodies are pressed flush together, skin to skin, heart to heart. His lips find mine again, and his hands continue their slow, deliberate journey across my skin. I instantly melt into the kiss, completely lost in him. Damn, his taste is addictive, and the way he manages to both devour and cherish me at the same time… I just can’t get enough of him, and I know I never will.
“I want to feel you come apart,” he whispers as his mouth trails lower, brushing over my neck, leaving a path of heat as he moves down to explore my breasts. When he takes one hardened nipple into his mouth and nips at it gently, a tormented moan escapes me. My body arches towards him, craving more of his touch.
“Sidharth…” I breathe, my voice trembling between a plea and a sigh.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, as his tongue flicks over my hardened nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. The sensation is both too much and still not enough.
“Sidharth, please.”
He lifts his head, his eyes blazing as they meet mine. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to give you everything.”
I swallow hard, the words catching in my throat, my body quivering beneath his.
“You,” I breathe. “I just… I need you. Completely.”
His jaw flexes, and a low growl rises from deep within him.
“Then I’ll give us exactly what we need. I’m going to make you feel everything, Nisha. Every kiss, every touch, every piece of me,” he vows harshly, just before he drops his head.
I bite my lip, my heart pounding against my rib cage as he moves lower, gently parting my legs and settling between my thighs. I thought feelings like this only existed in romance novels, but this… this is real. It’s more powerful and more all-consuming than anything I’ve ever imagined in the best possible way.
And the moment his tongue strokes over my most sensitive flesh, I nearly come undone.
My hips jerk, and a strangled moan tears from my throat. “Sidharth…”
His hand presses firmly on my stomach, holding me in place as I writhe beneath him.
Oh gosh! Every nerve in my body sparks to life, and all I can do is clutch the sheets as I give in to the sensation. Every stroke of his tongue unravels me, pushing me closer to the edge with a pace that’s both torturous and perfect.
“You’re so damn responsive,” he whispers against my skin, his tongue continuing the sweet torture. “You and your body are driving me insane.”
“Please,” I cry out, desperation lacing my voice.
In response, he dives in harder, his tongue becoming more desperate, more relentless against my core.
“Hmmm…” I hiss, my back arching as the orgasm builds and builds, until suddenly it crashes over. Sharp and overwhelming, it rips through me like a wave I can’t stop. His tongue keeps lapping at my flesh, prolonging my release until I’m shaking and breathless.
He then crawls up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. It makes me feel wild, desired, and beautiful. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, not wanting a single inch between us.
I’m still floating in the haze of pleasure, my body melting beneath him. I’m so consumed by the thought that I barelyregister the shift until I feel the thick, heavy press of his cock at my entrance. I immediately tense. His body stills the moment he feels the shift, his brows furrowing as his eyes meet mine.
“Nisha?” he whispers.
