“I hate you for doing this… like this,” I whispered.
My body trembled when his tongue delved deeper into the flesh.
“You’re so warm and wet,” he murmured against my skin, and my mouth went dry, leaving a broken sound in my throat.
My dry, henna-stained hands found their way into his hair, holding on, preventing a fall.
As the intensity of his assault deepened at my core, my body shook uncontrollably. The more he sucked me, the more wetness pooled there. It was dirty, yet felt intensely hot.
I couldn’t hold it in. Cries spilt past my lips in pleas. My hips shuddered, moving in sync with the pace of his tongue. When I tried to shift, he clasped my thighs tighter.
My eyes fell closed, frozen in the moment, and my anklet bells rang softly, chiming with the movement of my legs as his moved between them.
I let go of myself, entrusting my body and life completely to him.
And in that surrender, clarity washed over me like an epiphany coursing through. Everything around me seemed clouded.
I shivered, moaning, writhing under his hold, but he didn’t stop; instead, he drew my skin between his teeth.
I felt a stronger knot build inside me. My hips responded beyond my control, moving against his mouth in an urge. I tried bringing my thighs together, but I couldn’t.
My eyes widened, jaw clenched tight, and my voice stuck in my throat in sheer anticipation. I wanted to get rid of this haze.
Suddenly, his tongue sank deeper into the wetness. I could feel his heavy, uneven breathing blowing against my skin. And finally, I melted into release.
My body went numb for a good few moments.
I forgot I was lying on a high wall, with death right behind.
Slowly, I pulled my hand back from his hair, and he helped me sit upright. My cheeks burned, my legs wobbled as he lowered me back to the ground.
I was about to stumble, but he steadied me and crashed his lips onto mine.
A strange, sweet taste lingered as his mouth claimed mine, shoving his tongue deeper.
My strength melted away, my core still throbbed from the aftershocks, and I simply had to give in. Because he was devastatingly untamed when aroused.
I rested both my hands against his chest and pushed weakly. It was our wedding the next day, and everyone must’ve been waiting for us.
However, he lifted me slightly, clasping my waist, sliding his other hand along my back. He had no intention of letting go.
I encircled my arms around his neck to keep myself grounded, but when his fingers pressed into my lower spine, my breath caught.
As he pulled back and looked at me, his green eyes, sparkling with intense desire, had me squirming in my place.
“Kunwar-sa,” I said shakily against his lips.“They’ll be searching for me,”
He groaned into my neck.“I want you to stay with me,” he whispered unevenly.“I need to be inside you. I can’t wait anymore.”
Goosebumps rippled across my skin at his words. My fingers threaded into his hair, my palm cupped his nape, and I pressed my forehead to his.
“Just one more day,” I whispered.“Then I’ll be yours to do anything and everything.”
“Everything?” he asked.
I nodded.“Yes, everything.”
He pulled me into a tight embrace, making me gasp.
