39 ~ Wild and Possessive
Kartik's POV.
My one hand stayed at her waist.
My fingers splayed possessively over the curve of her hip, feeling the warmth of her skin. The other slid up her back, pressing her closer, holding her against me as my mouth moved against hers.
I could feel how much she wanted me. The way her body pressed against mine. The way her fingers tangled in my hair. The way her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.
And she could feel how much I wanted her.
The thick ridge of me pressed against the seam of her jeans, hard and insistent.
She gasped against my lips. "Ahh..."
I groaned, "Chahat...fuck..."
Her fingers slid from my hair to my neck, feeling the rapid beat of my pulse beneath her palms. I felt her touch like a brand, like a claim, like she was marking me as hers.
The office faded. The unfinished work on my desk. The emails waiting for replies. The anger she had walked in with all of it disappeared.
There was only her, the heat of her mouth and an overwhelming knowledge that my wife was finally in my arms, touching me the way I had been craving, wanting me the way I had been wanting her.
"Chahat," I breathed against her lips.
She pulled back just enough to look at me.
Her eyes were dark. Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks were flushed.
She was beautiful.
My thumbs brushed across her cheeks.
I pressed my lips against hers and continued to kiss her lips passionately, unable to stop now that she had finally said the words I had been starving for.
She wants me to make love...she wants me to fuck her.
Her curves drove me crazy. The soft, full weight of her breasts pressing against my chest, the narrow dip of her waist under my hands, the way those ripped jeans hugged the swell of her hips and thighs, every inch of her was made to ruin me.
I had spent weeks watching her walk around in clothes that showed her curves too much, hating the way other men could look at what belonged only to me.
That exposed strip of skin above her jeans, the little mole on her waist that always drew my eyes, the way the fabric stretched over her breast... it was mine. All of it. And the thought of anyone else seeing her like this made something dark and possessive twist in my gut.
Happiness and raw need slammed into me at the same time when she admitted she wants me to fuck her. I was so fucking hard it hurt, the thick length of my cock straining against my trousers, desperate to bury itself inside the warmth I had only imagined until now.
"Mmm..." She gasped against my lips when I pulled her tighter, and the sound went straight to my dick.
She felt amazing. Soft and warm and perfect, her body yielding just enough while still clinging to me.
I pressed my hardness into the heat between her legs, grinding slowly against her jeans, and she tightened her hold around my waist, wrapping those long legs even tighter.
The pressure was exquisite torture. I could feel how warm she was there, how ready, and every instinct screamed at me to rip the clothes off her right here on my desk and claim what was mine.
I pulled back just far enough to shrug out of my blazer, tossing it aside without care. Her fingers were already at my throat, loosening my tie with shaky urgency, then working the buttons of my collar open so she could slide her hands against my bare skin.
The moment the fabric parted I kissed her again, harder, more furiously, pouring every ounce of restrained hunger into her mouth.
God, I wanted to fuck her against this desk. I wanted to shove those jeans down, spread her thighs wider, and drive into her until she was moaning my name loud enough for the entire floor to hear.
I wanted to mark every soft curve so thoroughly that no other man would ever dare look at her the same way again. The possessive part of me thrived on the thought...her body was mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to protect and mine to hide from the rest of the world.
The sexual tension between us was thick enough to choke on, and every soft sound she made only made me harder.
I kissed a path along her jaw, then lower, tasting the warm skin of her neck as my hands worked between us. The urgent kiss never fully broke, my mouth kept returning to hers even as my fingers found the buttons of her shirt and began undoing them one by one.
The fabric loosened. I pulled it down over one soft shoulder, the black lace of her bra came into view. The delicate material cupped the full swell of her breasts, pushing them up, framing the deep cleavage that made my mouth go dry.
Fuck.
I couldn't help myself.
I dipped my head and pressed my mouth to the top of her cleavage, sucking hard enough to leave a dark mark right there for the world to see.
"Kartik..." She moaned my name, the sound breathy and needy, and my cock throbbed painfully against the heat between her legs.
I sucked another mark beside the first, then trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up to her collarbone, nipping and soothing the same spot until her fingers tightened in my hair.
"This body is mine, baby. These curves, this soft little waist, that mole I can't stop touching...every fuckable inch of you is mine."
I pulled back just enough to look at the fresh marks blooming on her cleavage and the side of her neck. Satisfaction, dark and primal, settled deep in my gut.
I loved marking her.
I lifted my head and captured her mouth again in a deep, claiming kiss once again.
"Say it," I demanded against her lips, voice low and thick with need. "Tell me who this body belongs to."
"You..." She gasped and I kissed her lips harder.
She was not able to breathe now.
She pushed me away, chest heaving, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. The sight of her like that...shirt still half-open, black lace peeking, fresh marks blooming on her cleavage and neck nearly undid me all over again.
I reached for the glass of water on the side of the desk and held it to her lips. "Drink, baby. Calm down."
She took a few sips, the movement making her throat work under the marks I had left. When she finished I set the glass aside and cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft skin. Her hand came to rest over my chest, right above the open collar she had unbuttoned earlier.
"Bas..." she whispered, voice still breathless.
(Enough...)
I smirked, leaning in until my forehead nearly touched hers. "Bas itne mein hi thak gayi?" I teased, voice low and rough. "We're only getting started, Trouble."
(Are you tired just like that?)
Her eyes narrowed playfully even as a fresh flush climbed her neck. She pulled the edges of her shirt closed, trying to hide the lace and the marks, then slid off the desk and stood on slightly unsteady legs.
I watched her take in the cabin, the wide windows, the city lights beyond, the scattered files still on the floor.
"So this is your office..." she murmured.
I stepped behind her, hands settling on her waist, and turned her gently to face me again. My palms framed her face.
"And you're my home," I said quietly, the words coming out more honest than I intended.
Before she could answer I sat back in my chair and pulled her down onto my lap in one smooth motion. She settled across my thighs, the soft weight of her against the hard line of my cock that still hadn't calmed.
I buried my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin I had already claimed. Her fingers slid into my hair, stroking slowly, and the simple touch sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
"You have to come as a chief guest in my college," she mumbled, voice soft and a little distracted as my lips moved against her neck. "You remember that, right?"
"Of course, love... I'm aware." I confessed against her skin, kissing higher, then lower. I didn't want to leave this trance, the feel of her on my lap, the way her curves fitted against me, the quiet knowledge that only she could calm the monster that lived under my skin.
I bit down gently on the side of her neck, just enough to leave another faint mark, and she pushed at my shoulders.
"Stop biting... Kartik."
I smiled against her skin but didn't fully pull away, my hands sliding under the open shirt to rest on the bare skin of her waist, thumbs stroking that little mole obsessively. Sexual tension still crackled between us, thick and unfinished.
"I can't help it, baby," I murmured, voice dark with possession.
My lips brushed the shell of her ear. "You're lucky I have enough control left not to lock this door and finish what we started right here."
She turned red looking away.
I slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, reaching for the buttons of her shirt. One by one, I carefully fastened them, covering the evidence of what had happened between us.
She watched me silently for a moment before suddenly wrapping her arms around me and burying herself against my chest.
The gesture made something inside me soften.
I ran my palm slowly over her back.
"You can rest if you want."
She lifted her head, confused. "Rest where?"
I almost laughed.
"Come."
I helped her stand before getting to my feet. Keeping one hand around her waist, I guided her toward the far wall of my office. It looked completely ordinary, nothing more than a section of polished wall beside a bookshelf.
I pressed a concealed button.
A quiet mechanism clicked and the wall slid sideways.
Chahat stopped dead.
Behind it was a private room.
A sophisticated bedroom, warm and quiet, with soft lighting, a comfortable bed, a small sitting area, and everything arranged with the same understated elegance as our bedroom at home.
Her mouth fell open.
"You have a hidden private room?"
I nodded.
She turned toward me, her eyes widening with delight before she threw her arms around me.
"Mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya? Main roz yahin aa jaati."
(Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have come here every day.)
I laughed under my breath.
"That's precisely why I didn't tell you."
She hit my chest lightly.