23. ⚠️
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{Third person's pov}
Kiara stared at him, He stared back, his eyes searching hers for a reaction. He decides to tease her a bit more. "Or maybe I'm just bipolar when it comes to you." He grins mischievously, his fingers tickling her ribcage. "You should make a chart..."
"Shut up," She chuckled and tried to push him away, He laughed, his strong arms tightening around her. "Make a chart!" He insists, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "Like 'Monday - Caring Husband', 'Tuesday - Monster', 'Wednesday - Workaholic'..."
"Ekansh, I have to get ready." She rolled her eyes, He saw her trying to escape, and before she can fully turn away, he captures her lips in a swift kiss.
It was a brief, possessive press of his mouth against hers, meant to distract and silence her.
When he pulled back, he was still smirking.
Kiara stared into his eyes, melting in his hold. His smirk widens, seeing her eyes melting into his. He doesn't give her a chance to protest or break the moment. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He walked them backwards until her back hits the wall.
The sudden move of his, made the towel slip from her hands, leaving her bare in front of his eyes, His breath hitched at the sight, his hands gripping her bare bottom possessively. "Forget the party,"
He growls, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. "Forget being late. Forget everything. I'm making love to my wife right now."
She closed her eyes, throwing her head back, giving him more access to her neck,
He took full advantage, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat down her neck, his hands squeezing her bottom.
He nips at her shoulder, marking her gently.
One hand slides up to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back further as he started kissing down her chest.
"Ekansh," She whispered, she was totally under his mercy now. He heard her soft whisper and knew she was completely surrendered.
He lifts her up higher, making her wrap her legs tighter around his waist. He walked them to the bed, his mouth claiming hers deeply. He lowered her down slowly onto the mattress, his body covering hers without fully pressing down yet.
her hands were coiled around his neck, His hands frame her face as he broke the kiss, his thumbs brushing her cheeks.
Soon he was out of his clothes too.
He looked down at her, his eyes intense with desire and something softer. "Look at me," He commanded softly, his voice hoarse. "I want you to watch me make love to my wife."
She looked into his eyes, her eyelids heavy with desire and love, He held her gaze, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly started to move against her.
He took his time, teasing her with gentle thr!sts and soft kisses. He wanted this moment to be slow, intimate, and deeply meaningful.
"Ekansh," She held his shoulders, digging her nails into him.
He hissed at the sting of her nails, his hips b!cking involuntarily. A smirk tugged at his lips as he captures her mouth again, swallowing her whimpers. He starts moving faster, deeper, breaking their eye contact only to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
After a few more thr!sts she closed her eyes shirt, "Ekansh," He felt her nails digging deeper into his shoulders, her body tensing beneath him.
He knew she was close. He lifted her legs higher onto his shoulders, hitting deeper spots inside her. "Look at me," He growls, his voice low and demanding. "Open your eyes, Kiara..."
She opened her eyes, her mouth opened taking heavy breath. His intense gaze locked with hers, his movements becoming harder and faster.
He watched her face contort with pl!asure, her hair falling back onto the pillow. His face contorts with intense pleasure as he watches her c-me apart beneath him. "Baby," He groans, his own release building rapidly.
Just then Kiara's phone rang, which was kept on the side table, she took the phone to see the caller id, it was her sister Richa.
He paused his movements, his breath heavy as he watched her reach for her phone. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the caller ID. "Answer it,"
He commanded, his voice strained but firm. He doesn't move from inside her, keeping her pinned to the bed. "See what she wants."
Kiara took the phone and placed it near her ear, "Yes di?" She asked, "When will you guys come? The party will start in a few minutes." Her sister replied.
Before Kiara could answer Ekansh started moving inside her, giving her a hard time. "We are l-leaving now." Kiara replied.
"Are you alright?" Richa asked and Kiara looked at Ekansh with a pleading expression. "Y-ah yeah di I am totally fine, We are coming." She said in a breath and hung up the call before looking at Ekansh.
He smirked at the way she was struggling to maintain normal conversations while he was inside her. He started moving even harder, knowing they needed to leave soon.
He finally reached his Cl!max and pulled himself out before hugging her.
Kiara rested her head on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "That was mean." She whispered, her breath ragged.
Ekansh laughed softly, his hand running through her hair. "You loved it." He replied with a smirk
She rolled her eyes and sat up but she hissed in pain, "Monster."
He chuckled at her reaction. "You love this monster." He replied, gently pushing her back down onto the bed.
"We have to go." She whispered, hugging him back, her face snuggled in his chest.
Ekansh's expression softened as he held her close, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her back. "I know, but just a few more minutes like this..." He murmured, his voice low and filled with yearning.
They stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes before getting up to get ready.
Kiara was done with her saree and now she was doing her makeup, as she stood in front of the mirror she looked at the massive amount of h!ckeys he had planted on her neck and collar bone.
"Ekansh shekhawat I will kick your ass for doing this to me." She complaint.
Ekansh walked into the room, now dressed in a suit, and smirked at her comment. "You loved it though, didn't you?"
He stood behind her, his hands on either side of her waist, as he looked at her reflection in the mirror. He bent down, his lips brushing against her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses over the love marks he had left.
"Besides, it let's everyone know you're mine." He murmured, his voice filled with possessiveness.
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes and applied concealer on it. Ekansh watched her apply the concealer, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you really going to cover them up?" He asked, the playful smirk growing wider.
"Or what? Should I roam around telling everyone that My Mr. Shekhawat made love to me?" She raised an eyebrow.
His smirk turned into a wolfish grin and he pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her waist. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, "Maybe you should." He teased.
She glared at him as she professionally applied makeup on her neck. Ekansh chuckled, amused by her reaction. He watched her intently as she worked on covering up the marks he had left on her skin, a mixture of pride and desire swirling within him.
He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against her earlobe, "Don't erase them too much, though." He whispered huskily.
"I am not erasing them, I am hiding them, husband." She replied.