chapter 80 - Consumed by Love
The sun peeked through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. The warmth of the morning should have woken her up, but what really made Ira stir was the slow, deliberate touch trailing down her bare arm.
A deep chuckle vibrated against her back. “Awake, sweetheart?”
Ira let out a sleepy hum, eyes fluttering open. That was when she realized something—she wasn’t alone in bed. No, she was wrapped in him.
Aarav’s body was pressed against hers, his arm slung lazily over her waist, his breath warm against her neck. And as if that wasn’t already dangerous enough, his fingers were tracing slow circles on her stomach, teasing the fabric of her oversized shirt—his shirt.
“Ira…” His voice was husky, laced with something sinful.
She swallowed hard, heat creeping up her skin. “W-We should get up.”
Aarav groaned, tightening his grip. “Why?” His lips brushed against her earlobe, making her shiver. “I can think of a hundred better ways to spend the morning.”
Her breath hitched as he pressed closer, his hand sliding up her thigh—only for her to smack it away.
“Aarav!” She turned in his arms, glaring, but that only made things worse. Now, she was face-to-face with him—his messy hair, the lazy smirk playing on his lips, the pure heat in his darkened eyes.
“Scared, sweetheart?” he taunted, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Or are you tempted?”
Ira huffed, pushing him off and rolling out of bed. “You wish.”
Aarav leaned back on his elbows, watching her with a look that made her legs weak. “I don’t wish, baby. I just make things happen.”
Her heart stuttered.
Damn him.
She turned away quickly. “We have a city to explore.”
Aarav groaned but finally got up, following her into the bathroom.
And that was how the teasing war began.
Their first stop was Santa Monica Pier. The ocean breeze tangled in Ira’s hair as she stood near the railing, gazing at the endless blue horizon. She took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill her lungs.
She felt a presence behind her—strong, warm. Aarav leaned down, his lips ghosting over her ear.
“You love it?” he murmured.
She nodded, but before she could answer, she felt something cold press against her lips.
Ice cream.
Aarav was holding a spoon up to her mouth, an infuriating smirk on his face. “Say ‘ah,’ sweetheart.”
Ira narrowed her eyes. “I have my own ice cream.”
“But I want you to taste mine.” The way he said it made her stomach twist in ways it shouldn’t.
She huffed but took a bite anyway. The moment her lips wrapped around the spoon, Aarav’s gaze darkened.
“Damn, Ira.” He licked his lips, voice dropping. “You’re making this look indecent.”
Her cheeks flamed. “You’re the indecent one!”
Aarav only chuckled, biting his ice cream cone in amusement. “Not yet, sweetheart. But give me a few hours.”
She nearly choked.
Their next stop was Rodeo Drive, a paradise of luxury brands.
Aarav walked ahead, stopping in front of a designer store. “Try something on.”
Ira blinked. “You want me to shop?”
Aarav’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “I want to see you in something I’ll later take off.”
Her stomach flipped.
“Aarav!” she hissed, face burning.
But he was already inside the store, picking dresses for her. And when she tried them on, his gaze turned predatory, taking in every inch of her with slow, dangerous appreciation.
When she stepped out in a red silk dress that hugged her curves a little too well, his jaw clenched.
“This one,” he said, voice rough.
Ira arched a brow. “You like it?”
Aarav leaned in, fingers ghosting over her hip. “Baby, if you don’t change, I might just buy this place to keep everyone else from looking at you.”
Her breath hitched.
Before she could say anything, he paid for the dress. No arguments.
By the time they reached the art gallery, Ira thought she’d finally catch a break.
Wrong.
As she admired a breathtaking painting, Aarav stepped behind her, fingers grazing the small of her back.
“You like art?” he murmured.
She nodded. “It makes me feel things I can’t explain.”
His fingers slid up her spine, slow and deliberate. “I know the feeling.”
Her heartbeat stuttered.
And then, just to tease her, he leaned down and whispered, “I wonder how it would feel to paint you instead.”
Her breath caught.
Damn him. Damn him and his sinful mouth.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, they found themselves at Griffith Observatory. The sky was painted in pinks and golds, the city lights twinkling below.
Ira stood by the railing, completely mesmerized.
Aarav stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Speechless, sweetheart?”
She sighed, leaning back into him. “It’s beautiful.”
He smirked. “Not as beautiful as you.”
She turned, rolling her eyes—only for him to trap her against the railing.
His hands gripped the cold metal beside her, caging her in. His eyes were dark, filled with unspoken promises.
“You’ve been teasing me all day, Ira.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Are you done?”
Her pulse raced. “I-I wasn’t teasing—”
Aarav leaned in, lips brushing against her jaw. “No? Then why do you look like you’re about to run?”
Her breath came in short gasps. “Because I know you, Aarav.”
He smirked. “Smart girl.”
And then, he kissed her.
A deep, slow kiss that left her dizzy, her hands fisting his shirt as the city lights blurred behind them.
But just as things started to heat up, a sudden gust of wind reminded them—they weren’t alone.
Aarav pulled back, groaning against her lips. “Tonight, sweetheart.” His fingers traced her lower back. “When the sun is down… you’re mine.”
Ira swallowed. Hard.
Because she knew—the night was going to be their undoing.
By the time they reached their villa, the sky had melted into a deep shade of indigo, speckled with stars. Ira had expected them to go straight to their suite—but Aarav had other plans.
Instead of leading her inside, he took her hand and guided her toward the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Aarav smirked, pressing the button for the rooftop. “Patience, sweetheart.”
As the doors slid open, Ira stepped out—and her breath caught.
The entire rooftop had been transformed.
Golden fairy lights hung in delicate cascades, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table for two. A soft melody played in the background, the kind that whispered intimacy. The air smelled of roses, vanilla, and something deeper—something undeniably Aarav.
And then there was the view.
The city lights stretched endlessly before them, the skyline shimmering like a million stars had fallen to the earth.
Ira turned to him, eyes wide. “Aarav…”
He watched her reaction with a knowing smirk. “Surprised?”
Surprised wasn’t the word.
It was perfect. Intimate. Dangerous.
And the way Aarav was looking at her—as if he wanted to devour her right there—made it even more dangerous.
He pulled out a chair for her, motioning for her to sit.
“Only the best for my wife.” His voice was laced with something dark.
Her heart skipped. She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself as he took the seat across from her.
The moment the food was served, Ira knew she was in trouble.
Not because of the food—that was exquisite. But because of the way Aarav was watching her.
The candlelight flickered in his eyes, turning them into molten pools of desire. He leaned forward, his elbow resting on the table, fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass in lazy circles.
“You look breathtaking tonight.” His voice was rich, smooth—pure seduction.
Ira’s breath hitched. “I—I didn’t even change.”
Aarav tilted his head, smirking. “Exactly.”
Her heart stuttered.
Damn him.
She focused on her food, pretending not to be affected. But then she felt it—his foot brushing against her leg under the table.
Her fork slipped from her fingers, clattering against the plate.
Aarav smirked. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”
She shot him a glare, shifting uncomfortably. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
He leaned back, all innocence. “Doing what?”
She knew that look. That wicked, teasing look.
Ira narrowed her eyes. “Aarav—”
He cut her off by reaching across the table, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “You have sauce here.”
Her breath caught.
And then, before she could react, he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked the sauce off.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Her stomach clenched. Oh, this man was going to kill her.
Aarav chuckled, clearly enjoying the way she was losing her composure. “Speechless?”
Ira huffed, grabbing her glass of water and taking a long sip. Anything to cool herself down.
But Aarav wasn’t done teasing.
He leaned in, voice low. “Drink all the water you want, sweetheart. But that won’t help you with the heat I plan to bring tonight.”
She choked.
Aarav only smirked, leaning back with a satisfied look. “Careful now.”
Ira shot him a glare. “You’re insufferable.”
He chuckled. “And yet, you can’t take your eyes off me.”
She wanted to argue. She really did. But he wasn’t wrong.
Because the truth was—she was just as tempted as he was.
After dinner, Aarav pulled her toward the open space in the middle of the rooftop.
Ira frowned. “What are you—”
Aarav pressed a button on his phone, and suddenly, soft music filled the air.
Her eyes widened. “You want to dance?”
He smirked. “I want to feel you close.”
Her stomach flipped.
Before she could protest, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Tightly.
Oh, she was in trouble.
The slow beat of the song, the warmth of his touch, the way his fingers traced lazy circles on the small of her back—it was intoxicating.
She felt his breath against her temple. “You have no idea how hard it is to behave around you.”
Her fingers curled into his shirt. “Then don’t.”
Aarav stilled.
And then, he flipped them.
Before she could process it, her back was against the wall. His body caged hers in, hands pressing against the railing on either side of her.
His eyes were darker now.
Hungrier.
“Say that again.”** His voice was pure sin.**
Ira swallowed hard. “Don’t… behave.”
Aarav groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
And then, he kissed her.
Not soft. Not slow.
But hungry. Desperate. Consuming.
His lips moved against hers with a raw need, a silent promise of everything he had been holding back. His hands trailed down her sides, gripping her waist, pulling her closer—so close she could feel every inch of him.
Ira gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t stop. His fingers skimmed the hem of her dress, his touch setting fire to her skin.
And then—he stopped.
Aarav pulled away, breathing hard. “Not here.” His forehead pressed against hers, his hands shaking. “If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”
Ira’s own body trembled, her breath uneven.
And then—she smirked. “So you do have self-control.”
Aarav chuckled, dark and low. “Not for long, sweetheart.”
He took her hand and pulled her toward the elevator. “Let’s go. Before I change my mind.”
And as the doors closed behind them, Ira knew one thing for certain—
Tonight was far from over.
Gently scooping her up in his arms, Aarav carries Ira to the bed like she's fragile. He lowers her down softly, his eyes scanning her face. He sees nervousness there, mixed with innocence and anticipation. He decides to take this slow, to make her first time perfect.
Sitting beside her on the bed, he takes her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. "Ira," he begins, his voice low and gentle. "I want tonight to be special for you. I want to cherish you, to show you the pleasure a man can give a woman."
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his tongue gently tracing the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips for him. He deepens the kiss slowly, giving her time to adjust and respond. His hands move to her dress, unzipping it carefully and sliding the straps off her shoulders.
Aarav breaks the kiss to gaze at Ira reverently as he reveals her delicate lingerie. He whispers in awe, "You're breathtaking." His fingers trail along the lace edge of her bra, sending shivers through her. "I'm going to worship every inch of you
He unhooks her bra slowly, letting it fall away. His large hands cup her small, perfect breasts, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. He leans down, replacing his thumbs with his mouth, sucking gently while his other hand caresses her skin. He moves slowly, giving her time to enjoy each new sensation.
As he kisses down her stomach, he murmurs, "You smell like heaven," inhaling the scent of her perfume and her own unique fragrance. He hooks his fingers in her underwear, pausing to ask, "May I?" She nods softly, biting her lip.
He slides her underwear down her legs, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight before him. He swallows hard, "Fuck, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." He spreads her legs gently, settling between them. He looks up at her with a mischievous
Is this your first time having a man's mouth between your legs?" She blushes furiously, nodding. He smirks, "Then hold on tight, my innocent wife. I'm going to make you see stars with my tongue."
Before she can react, he disappears between her legs, his strong hands gripping her inner thighs. She feels his hot breath on her most intimate place, and then his tongue licks her from bottom to top. She gasps loudly, "A-Aarav!" Her fingers tangle in his hair instinctively.
He growls softly, his tongue diving deep into her virgin core. "God, you taste like candy," he mutters before sucking gently on her little nub. He feels her thighs tighten around his head, hears her moan softly. He decides to make this his best performance yet
Ira's back arches off the bed, her hips bucking slightly. She grabs a pillow, pressing it over her face to muffle her loud moans. Tears of pleasure stream down her face as Aarav's skilled mouth brings her closer and closer to the edge. Her entire body trembles with unshed desire.
Ira's back arches off the bed, her hips bucking slightly. She grabs a pillow, pressing it over her face to muffle her loud moans. Tears of pleasure stream down her face as Aarav's skilled mouth brings her closer and closer to the edge. Her entire body trembles with unshed desire.
He feels her getting closer. Her legs shake, her moans get louder even through the pillow. He adds two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spot he knows will send her over the edge. He sucks hard on her clit as his fingers pump in and out of her virgin tightness.
That's it, my innocent wife," he growls against her core, "Come on my tongue. I want to taste your virginity." His fingers move faster, pressing harder against her g-spot. "You're so tight, so perfect. I can't wait to stretch you out with my cock."
His words, combined with his skilled fingers and tongue, push her over the edge. She screams into the pillow, her entire body convulsing with the most intense pleasure she's ever felt. Her virgin core contracts around his fingers, creaming his hand as he continues to lick her through her first orgasm.
Aarav looks up at her, his chin glistening with her wetness. "That was just the appetizer, my love," he says with a wicked grin. "I've always heard that a woman's first orgasm from oral sex is magical, but yours... yours was like a fucking symphony
He slowly removes his fingers from her still quivering core, bringing them to his mouth to suck off her juices. "Delicious," he murmurs, "I could get addicted to your taste." He starts to unbuckle his belt, his eyes dark with desire,
Fuck the contract," he suddenly says, his voice hoarse with emotion and desire. "I don't care about the money, the power, the damn company. All I care about is you, Ira. I want to be with you, not just for a few months, but forever."
He drops his pants and briefs, freeing his large, hard length. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he says softly, almost romantically. "Let me make love to you. Forget the contract, forget that this is fake. Let me be your first, your only."
Look at me, Ira," he commands softly, hovering over her. "I want you to know who's taking your innocence tonight. It's not the businessman who signed that contract. It's the man who's falling in love with you,falling in love with Ira aarav malhotra."
He kisses her deeply, passionately, as he slowly enters her virgin body. She gasps into the kiss, her nails digging into his back as she stretches to accommodate his size. He breaks the kiss to look into her eyes, "I love you, Ira," he confesses, starting to move.
I love you," they both whisper simultaneously, their voices overlapping as Aarav starts to move inside her. The moment is perfect, intimate, and filled with genuine emotion. He thrusts slowly, deeply, his eyes locked with hers as he makes love to his wife for the first time.
The room fills with their soft moans and whispered "I love yous" as Aarav makes love to her gently, breaking her in slowly. He kisses every part of her face, her neck, her collarbone as he moves inside her virgin body. "You feel so perfect,"
He whispers against her neck, his breath warm and gentle. "You were worth waiting a lifetime for," he murmurs, nuzzling her throat. His movements become deeper, slower, hitting spots inside her that make her whimper and cling to him. "The pain will fade,"
And pleasure will bloom," he promises, kissing away a tear that slips from her eye. "Are you okay, my love?" She nods, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "You're incredible," she breathes out, feeling their connection grow stronger with each thrust.
He looks into her eyes, his own filled with love and wonder. "Almost there, baby," he whispers, his voice strained as he holds back his release, not wanting to hurt her more than necessary. He feels her nails digging into his back, her small body tensing beneath him.
Come for me one more time, sweetheart," he whispers, reaching between them to rub her clit as he continues to thrust slowly. "I want to finish with you... I want us to fall apart together." His voice catches as he feels her tighten around him, her second orgasm building...
"Yes, just like that," Aarav encourages, feeling her walls flutter around his hardness. She cries out, her body arching off the bed as another intense orgasm crashes through her. Aarav groans, unable to hold back any longer. "Fuck
He buries his face in her neck, his body trembling as he releases inside her for the first time. His hot, sticky semen fills her unprotected womb, the sensation overwhelming for them both. They stay like that, wrapped around each other, their hearts pounding in sync.
Holy hell," Aarav eventually rasps, lifting his head to gaze at her incredulously. "Did we just make the hottest, most romantic lovemaking of all time, or am I just imagining things?" He grins, carefully pulling out of her and rolling to her side
Aarav carefully separates himself from her, looking down at her virgin blood mixed with his semen on the bedsheets. He scoops her up, making her yelp in surprise. "Where are you taking me?" She laughs softly. "To clean you up," he answers, striding naked towards the bathroom.
Aarav gently lowers her into the warm, bubbly water of the large bathtub. "relax sweetheart," he murmurs, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. He lovingly cleans her inner thighs, wiping away the remnants of their lovemaking. "Does that feel okay?"
She winces slightly as he cleans her tender area, but the warm water and Aarav's gentle touch make it bearable. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms as he continues to clean her gently. "Almost done,"
He rinses the washcloth and gently cleans between her legs one last time, making sure there's no blood or semen left. He throws the cloth aside and wraps his arms around her waist possessively. "There, all clean," he murmurs against her neck, nuzzling her gently.
She hums contentedly, "Your touch is so gentle," she mumbles sleepily. "For such a big, muscular guy," she laughs softly. He smirks and spanks her bottom underwater. "Careful baby girl, I can still throw you around this bathtub." She laughs
Aarav lifts her out of the tub, wrapping her in a fluffy towel and carrying her back to the bedroom. He dries her off gently before helping her into one of his large, soft shirts. The fabric dwarfs her small frame, making her look even more adorable.
He buttoned up the shirt, leaving the sleeves long so they hang over her hands. He scoops her up into his arms again, ignoring her giggles. "Blanket time on the balcony," he announces, carrying her outside. The cool evening air nips at their skin.
He settles into one of the comfortable balcony chairs, adjusting her to sit sideways on his lap with her head resting against his chest. Wrapping them both in a warm blanket, he presses kisses to her temple. "Look at that view," he murmurs, pointing towards the city lights. "Perfect."
She snuggles closer, her small body fitting perfectly against his large frame. The blanket keeps them warm as they sit there in comfortable silence, watching the city lights twinkle below. Every so often, Aarav presses a soft kiss to the top of her head or runs his fingers through her hair.
As the night deepens and the moon rises higher, Aarav notices Ira's breathing turning slow and steady. She's drifted off to sleep in his arms, a small smile playing on her lips. Carefully, he stands, holding her securely against his chest as he carries her back inside.
He gently lays her down on the bed, tucking the blanket securely around her sleeping form. Aarav admires her beauty for a moment before slipping under the covers beside her. Unable to resist, he pulls her soft, warm body flush against his own, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist
As Aarav lies awake, holding Ira's sleeping form close to his own, a wave of realization crashes over him. He looks down at her peaceful face, her soft lips parted ever so slightly as she sleeps. His heart swells with an emotion he's never experienced before - love, pure and intense.His usually controlled heart races as he takes in every inch of her face, knowing he's just taken her innocence - given her first real experience of love and passion. "Fuck," he whispers softly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "I'm in love... totally, completely in love with this tiny angel."How could I have not seen it before? This... this is what all those stupid love songs are about. This feeling of wanting to protect her from everything, wanting to hold her and never let her go. Even the way she trusted me completely tonight... fuck." He tightens his arms around her possessively.
"No wonder guys go crazy over their girls," he mutters softly, nuzzling his face against her neck. "One touch from her and I lose my mind. One look at her and I'm ready to kill anyone who might hurt her. Damn it," He smirks suddenly.
I'm gonna be a total possessive mess now," he chuckles softly to himself before pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. "But I don't care, she's mine now. All mine." With a content sigh, he buries his face in her neck and breathes in her scent.
As the night wears on, Aarav sleeps deeply, his large frame curled protectively around Ira's smaller one. His arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, one leg thrown possessively over hers. Even in sleep, he holds her as if afraid she might disappear if he lets go.
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