I pressed my lips against her lower jaw.
She pulled my hair lightly, making me groan in pain.
“Don’t bruise me,” she exclaimed, and I did nothing but press my lips even harder against her jaw, sucking her skin deeply.
She pulled my hair tighter and tried to move her neck away.
“Kunwar Agastya, Nandani will notice,” she muttered and paid no heed, biting her neck even harder, causing her to whimper in pain.
Her voice spun my thoughts in circles.
“I hate you for this. You are a terrible husband,” she hissed, and I raised, meeting her eyes.
Her lashes flickered between my eyes and lips, and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.
“And what exactly do you want in your good husband?” I asked as she lowered her gaze from my hair.
Her attention shifted to my right ear, and she brought her index finger closer to it, tracing its outline.
Gulping, she murmured,“I just want you to be happy and healthy, always.” And gently pulled my face closer to hers.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips against mine. I could feel a soft tremble as she parted her lips and tried to suck mine. I gave in, closing my eyes, too. Tilting her face sideways, she adjusted her lips and grabbed my lower lip between hers.
My mind went fuzzy, and I couldn’t stop myself from sucking her upper lip.
It was a slow, passionate rhythm of our mouths moving against each other, tasting each other. I could feel the buried demands resurfacing as she sucked hungrily.
Gasping, she pushed me away. Timidity veiled her eyes, but desire consumed her thoughts. She kissed me after a lingering look at my lips.
I couldn’t believe how hungry she was.
“This way, I’ll end up fucking you hard, Suman,” I warned her, pausing briefly.
Frustration layered over her as she muttered, shaking her head,“No, you wouldn’t,”
And she pressed her lips against mine again. But this time, she nipped my lower lip, scraping her teeth against mine, making my entire body shiver as she drew out blood.
I groaned into her mouth. My hand immediately moved to her and gripped her tightly at the nape.
She moaned in frustration as I noticed the blood on her lips. My breath quickened, and I pressed my thumb against her lips, resting my forehead over hers.
“You are dead; you’re so fucking dead,”
Brushing the blood off her lips, I grabbed her neck. She rolled her eyes in response.
One night with her, and she had made me insane.
“What do you want, Suman?” I asked in a slow whisper, but she bit my thumb.
“I don’t know,” her voice sounded the most seductive I had ever heard, and her gaze was shy and submissive, yet it dominated me.
For a man, submission is the most satisfying reward, but not everyone deserves it.
But somehow, this woman could make me beg for her.
She looked in dire need. Her pleading eyes were evidence of it.
I kissed her cheek first, then her forehead. I could understand her, but it wasn’t right yet.
