“But you know, right?” he asked, placing his palm on the small of my back.
My core pulsed. I inhaled sharply, flickering my lashes, burning under his touch. It reminded me of my first release. My mind recreated that shudder in my core as my thighs pressed together, trying not to make it noticeable to him.
“It doesn’t matter,” I managed to say.
He brought his lips near mine, making me lean back, expectantly.
“Well, in that case, your cheeks should be flushed, your eyes should be filled with hunger, and your lips should be deep red to make quite an impression on the suitor.”
His words hurt me, but the proposal behind them was pretty evident, making me gulp silently.
“I’m just doing this to avoid hurting Daadi-sa,” I explained lowly, and he leaned closer to my neck.
I closed my eyes, feeling his cheek against mine. Their warmth felt hotter than the sunlight falling on us.
“You shouldn’t be here, Kunwar Agastya,” I wobbled out my words, bringing my hands up to push him away. However, the slow, gentle movement of his palm against my back, gliding along my spine until it reached my nape, made me want to give in easily.
I didn’t know what power his touch held; it melted me at any time of day, in any condition. Maybe I had craved such a touch all my life, which made me aware of its significance.
“I know exactly where I should be,” he whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
His cologne, a blend of sweat, sandalwood, lilies, and spice, enveloped me, making me feel alive. I still remembered the sensation of his hardness against me, and the moment his lips pressed against my neck, I assumed where it would lead.
The memory of sensations rose in my mind, blurring everything except him. His lips felt soft.
He inhaled against my skin, and suddenly, a gentle pain sparkled on my skin, making me hiss. His fingers moved roughly into my messy bun, leaving my half-dried hair open in defeat.
My nipples ached, and my back arched as I anticipated his next move.
A shiver ran down my spine when he muttered slowly in my ear,“I want to feel you.”
I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion. But his sinful gaze was quite clear.
People were waiting for me, but the gentle cage of his hands felt so pleasant, I pushed that thought aside.
His gaze dropped to my lips, leaving my stomach feeling emptier. The memory of his brief touch lingered, curling my lip, digging between my teeth.
He inhaled deeply, lifted his gaze, and inched closer to my lips.
My breath caught, nearly stopping; my fist clenched on his chest, lashes pressed tight.
“I bet you want that too,” he whispered in a low, painful tone.
I pressed my thighs together, and the moment I felt his hand lowering down to the side of my midriff from my nape, I opened my eyes to look into his.
He was shielding me from the world, protecting me, and simultaneously pushing me to my limits. His rough hand slipped beneath my untied blouse, and his thumb grazed the swell of my bosom.
I inhaled deeply, my lips parted, and I couldn’t help but break eye contact to make it less overwhelming. But the moment he circled the outline of my breast and gently cupped it with his hand, I shook shatteringly.
My eyes shut tight, and I could hear my heart pounding. My knees grew weak, unable to support me anymore.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured against my cheek in his deep, resonant voice, sending fresh shivers of sensation across my skin.
I buried my face in his neck as he softly pressed himself against my chest. A soft groan escaped his lips, followed by a tender kiss on my cheek.
His thumb brushed against my swollen, firm bud, stroking it with his thumb, drawing a slow moan from me.
I had experienced nothing like this. I couldn’t believe what he was making me feel. I had completely surrendered myself to him in that moment.
