CHAPTER 68! LOVE #3
He rested his heavy head right between my breasts, licking my skin before taking a small, soft bite right on my cleavage.
"Ouch! Aryav!" I cried out, my voice trembling.
He immediately licked the bruised spot softly, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin, making me melt into his touch.
Slowly, his hand moved lower. His calloused thumb hooked over the top drawstring of my silk shorts, rubbing a slow, soothing circle into the fabric until it was impossible for me to draw a full breath.
With a low, quiet flick of his wrist, the knot came undone.
"Lift your ass, darling," he whispered rough against my stomach.
I obeyed without thinking. Leaning back on my hands, my palms pressed hard into the cold marble counter as he dragged my shorts and wet lace underwear down my legs, tossing them aside onto the floor.
I was left completely bare and exposed right under his heavy gaze.
I wasn't a woman who did this. In my entire life, I had only ever let one man touch me like this-and it was him.
But sitting here bare under his dark stare made a sharp shiver run over my skin. His long fingers trailed up the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, leaving a trail of hot fire everywhere he touched, until his thumb slid forward, resting right over my slick, aching core.
A sudden wave of panic mixed with raw, filthier desire hit me hard. It wasn't just what he was about to do to me-it was him.
Aryav was too big, too dark, too impossibly dominant. Having all that power directed completely at my helpless body terrified me as much as it completely ruined me.
He paused right there. He didn't rush. His dark eyes searched mine, waiting, giving me a clear choice to pull back.
It was the same man who had admitted his guilt seconds ago, still terrified of causing me pain.
I hated how much control he held over my heart. But I didn't pull away.
Very slowly, he began to rub his thumb in gentle, rhythmic circles over my swollen clit, and then, without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside my wet heat.
"Ah! Aryav!" I gasped out loud, my body jolting.
He didn't stop. He held my hips firmly against the cold counter and began curling his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing fast and steady over my clit.
The sudden intense friction was too much. The pressure built up so fast that my thighs started shaking violently against his shoulders.
"Aryav... oh god... stop... I'm going to-"
Before I could finish the sentence, a powerful, shattering orgasm crashed through my entire body right there on the bathroom counter.
My walls clamped tightly around his fingers, and a loud, helpless scream tore from my throat as wave after wave of pleasure hit me.
My head fell back, my nails scratching into the hard marble as I came completely undone under his hands.
He stayed there, gently working his fingers through my pulsing climax until my shaking body finally began to settle down. I was panting hard, my chest heaving, completely weak from the intensity of it.
When he finally pulled his fingers out, I placed my shaking hand against his broad shoulder, still trying to catch my breath.
"I... I don't want to do this here," I whispered softly, my face burning with a hot blush. "Take me to the bed."
He looked at me for a long second, and then a small, unreadable smile touched his lips-a mixture of admiration, pride, and quiet obsession.
This man was far too good at hiding his deepest thoughts, but right now, I could see how much my words affected him.
Before I could say anything else, he reached down, cupped my thighs, and lifted me smoothly off the counter.
I gasped out loud, my bare legs wrapping tightly around his waist on instinct. My wet, sensitive center touched his hard abs, and the sudden, hot contact made my entire face burn with absolute embarrassment and longing as he carried me toward the bed.
He held me with a tight, possessive grip, his fingers digging into my thighs like I was something precious he owned.
He set me down on the mattress. My chest bounced from the force of my quick breathing, and his gaze instantly locked onto the movement.
Sliding one massive, warm hand up my stomach, he cupped my breast, squeezing it with firm pressure while his thumb rolled over my tight nipple.
"Ahhh..." I let out a ragged, broken moan.
Before I could process the overwhelming feeling, his hands shifted to my hips, gently but firmly flipping me onto my stomach.
He hovered right over me, his broad hands gripping each of my buttocks, his thick fingers pressing deep into my soft flesh.
"Wait..." I choked out, burying my face deep into the soft pillow. "This... this is only because I'm letting you. Don't think you're in charge here. It doesn't mean I forgive you..."
A fierce, painful shiver shot up my spine as he leaned down and bit the flesh of my hip cheek, hard enough to leave a hot mark.
"Okay," his rough, breathy voice growled right near my ear. "Keep telling yourself that, darling."
He dragged his wet mouth down the back of my thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his tongue licked a warm path, pressing heavy, wet kisses along my inner leg.
"Oh god... ah!" I moaned loudly into the pillow, my nails digging deep into the bedsheets as the wet heat of his mouth moved higher, pressing right into the drenched crease between my legs.
Aryav let out a low, filthy growl against my skin. In one smooth movement, he grabbed my hip and flipped me back onto my spine.
He pinned me down, his massive, sweat-slick body completely covering mine.
The thick, rock-hard length of his erection pressed heavily against my wet center through his trousers.
He anchored his palms on either side of my head, locking me down completely. He leaned in and bit my shoulder softly before dropping lower to drag his tongue heavily over my breast, pulling my nipple deep into his mouth and biting down with gentle pressure.
Heat exploded straight to my core. I reached up and gripped his biceps, but my small hands couldn't even wrap halfway around the thick muscle.
He was too tall, too heavy, too thick. The sheer weight of him pressing down on me was suffocating, yet I craved every single bit of it.
Unable to stay still, I rolled my hips upward, grinding my wet, aching center right against the hard ridge of his trousers while he dragged wet, bruised kisses down my neck.
"Mmm... please... I need you..." I sobbed softly, completely lost in the sensation.
He dropped lower again, sliding right between my spread legs. He held my legs open gently and lowered his head, dragging his tongue in one long, slow, wet stroke from my entrance all the way up over my swollen clit.
"AHHH!" A loud, shameless scream tore straight from my throat.
A dark rumble of deep satisfaction vibrated through his chest. My mind was spinning as his rough hands slid down, hooking under my thighs to lift and expose me completely to his gaze.
He shoved his tongue inside me-deep, wet, and steady. In and out, working my sensitive body so thoroughly that another wave of intense pleasure started building up fast.
I tangled my fingers tight into his damp hair, my head throwing back into the pillow as my spine arched violently off the bed.
"Oh god... Aryav... yes! Right there... don't stop!" I cried out, weeping from the sheer sensory overload as his mouth drove me straight into a second, blinding climax.
My body shook violently under his mouth, my hips bucking against his face as the peak hit me hard, leaving me completely breathless and trembling.
A single drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, landing right between my bare breasts.
He stayed right there between my legs, my anger completely out of my head-until the loud, harsh ringing of his phone shattered the quiet room.
Aryav froze. He rested his forehead against my inner thigh for a single, heavy second, his breathing ragged and hot against my skin, before reaching over to snatch the phone off the nightstand.
He pulled himself up, hauling my limp, shivering body up against his bare chest. My mind was completely foggy from his touch, but seeing the device in his hand brought a sudden flash of reality back-the text from earlier, the unresolved mess outside waiting for us.
I wasn't going to let him pull away now. Not when he had spent the last hour completely breaking me down.
I dragged my hands down his broad chest, sliding lower to press soft, wet kisses against the hard ridges of his stomach.
I licked the salty sweat off his dark skin, moving my fingers over his tight abs before leaning in to bite his stomach lightly.
He closed his eyes in pure pleasure, his breath hitching, but he didn't make a sound. I dragged my nails lightly over his shoulder, feeling him tense under my touch.
My eyes tracked up to meet his intense gaze as I leaned down, pressing my mouth directly over the long, thick bulge straining against his trousers.
I licked him right through the heavy fabric, feeling his heat burn through to my lips.
"Fuck..." Aryav let out a low, harsh groan, his knuckles turning white around the phone.
I could feel his dark eyes watching my every move as my trembling fingers worked at his belt buckle. The metallic click of the frame coming undone echoed softly through the quiet room.
Before I could pull the leather strap free, Aryav hurled the ringing phone straight across the room, where it slammed against the wall and fell completely silent.
He grabbed my hair gently, pulled my face up, and smashed his mouth onto mine in a deep, desperate, bruised kiss.
As his tongue pushed deep into my mouth, I tasted my own slick sweetness on his lips from when he had been between my legs just moments ago.
The intimate, intoxicating taste sent a sharp, hot shock straight through my stomach, making me moan breathlessly right into his mouth.
"Ah..." I whimpered into his throat as his heavy hand slammed down between my legs to claim me all over again.