He pulled back slightly. I nodded and then pulled him closer again.
Leaning into my ear, he murmured something that made me instantly wetter.
“You are the most tempting, perfect woman, Suman. Why the fuck didn’t I meet you before?”
My nails dug into his skin as I fisted his back.
His deep groans sent chills down my spine.
He stayed still, buried inside me.
My core throbbed, aching for movement. The piercing pain remained, but it reached places I didn’t know existed, be it my body, my heart, or my soul.
He was penetrating everything with his formidable presence.
I was losing myself; my body awakened on its own as my hips lifted, trying to take more of him.
He kissed me harder, then gently pressed his torso against mine.
A shaky moan slipped from my lips, disappearing into his mouth.
I inhaled sharply, feeling his shoulder tense beneath my hands as my fingers traced the curves and muscles of his back.
I could feel him breaking me apart. He was shaking too, struggling with me, with himself.
Suddenly, a sharp moan tore from my lips as he slid himself deeper in one swift, senseless motion. I nearly broke into shaky cries.
It was too much to contain.
He immediately pulled out and sat up.
I pressed my thighs together; the sudden emptiness left a strange ache behind. I didn’t understand it yet, but I felt it.
His hands moved to my inner thighs, caressing them gently, and I opened my eyes to see why he had pulled away so abruptly.
His gaze was lowered, fixed on my most sensitive place as he slowly parted my legs. His brows knit together as he asked quietly,“Are you hurt, Suman?”
I pressed my arms over my chest and shook my head. I loved this tender ache.
“That fucking bastard left you half-virgin,” he hissed.
I stared at him, confused, still hazy.
“Huh?” I questioned softly.
“I need to ruin you for the best.”
He widened my legs further, stroking my inner thighs as he pushed himself back in, kneeling between me.
I gripped the bedsheet again. My chest arched up. The sound of my jewellery rang sharply through the room.
When he slid himself fully inside, he lifted my legs and rested them over his left shoulder.
I felt exposed, but just as deeply aroused.
He kissed my ankles, my mahavar-inked feet, and thrust slowly.
I trembled at the sensation, turning my face to the side and pressing my mouth into the rose-petal-strewn sheets, trying to muffle my moans.
