The same hand is now frantically caressing every inch of my body. My waist, my shoulder, my chest, myneck. But I feel his hesitation. Hell, Iabsorbit. It seeps into me like lightening. But I don’t want to hesitate.
Our lips locked, I grab his wandering hand and bring it to my breasts. Urging him.
He leans back, breathless. “Greesha...”
I forced him down by the neck, capturing his stupid, talking lips again. Pouring everything into the kiss.
My fear. My hurt. My anger. And... mylove.
He takes my cue. His moves no longer unsure. My tank top is a scant mess by the time I realize I’ve unlocked the ravaging monster in him. My back arching into him, desperate for his heat.
His mouth starts to leave wet kisses all over my cheek, my jaw... my throat.
“Greesha, Greesha, Greesha,” he chants gaspingly into my skin. His body starts to shake uncontrollably when he leans back suddenly.
“Vik...” I moan. “Please...”
“Hold on.” He shifts slightly. “I...wanna checksomething real quick.”
A devilish smirk painting his face. And I knowexactlywhere his hands are going next. But I don’t care. In fact, I need it—wantit.
My stomach clenches as his fingers travel south.
I feel his trembling fingers, exploring the wetness beneath my shorts.
“Fuck...” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against mine. His eyes shimmering. “You’re so fucking wet. Forme. I can’t believe this.”
His finger rub my clit in enticing circles—using my wetness. I writhe against his hand but it’s not enough. It’s as though, with every move he’sseekingmy permission.
I cup his face in my shaky hands. “Take me.”
Those are all the words he needs before his fingers plunge inside me with certainty. His lips capturing mine again.
I’m here.
I’m with Advik.
A random chant encroaches my head. I shove it away.
My moans grow louder as he coaxes my release. His mouth now locked on my hardened nipples.
“Fucking hell, Greesha,” he groans. “Come for me. Get there,my warrior ghost.”
As though the new nickname sends a shiver down my spine—I explode into stars. A feeling so intense that I feel like I haven’t felt it inyears.
The echoes of my release are barely settling, my body still quivering—when I watch him taste me on his fingers. His eyes closing on a flutter.
I know he’s planning to leave again when I feel his hand near my head prop him up. A ridiculous rendition of‘this was for you’isabout to follow. I just know it.
Within seconds, I have my shorts off—along with my underwear and tank top.
“Fuck...stop, baby,” he says in a strangled voice. “We’re not—”
“Take me,” I repeat again. A phrase I’veneverused with anyone else. Justhim. “Fuck me like I’m the only one.”
His eyes squeeze shut with pain. And I know I’ve hit a nerve. A painful ache blooms in my chest—knowing that we’ve both been with others since.
“Youare...” His voice is hoarse, cracking. “You are the only one my body everknows, mywarrior ghost.Ever craved...” He takes off his t-shirt and sweatpants. “Everwanted.”
