32. ⚠️
{third person's pov}
The couple was walking hands in hands near the bridge, They walked in a comfortable silence, enjoying the fresh air and the feel of the cool breeze on their skin.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing, and the sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
As they walked, Ekanth couldn't help but steal glances at Kiara, his gaze roaming over her body, taking her in. He wanted her so badly, but he knew he had to wait.
"Should we sit there?" She pointed towards a wooden deck near the sea.
He nodded in agreement. "Lead the way," he said, motioning for her to go ahead.
He followed her, his gaze fixed on her every move. Every step, every gesture, every breath she took sent a surge of desire through him. He was like a tightly coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.
She pulled him with her and sat on the deck with Ekansh, she placed her legs in the water and looked at him. "It feels nice."
"It does," he agreed, his gaze fixed on her. He was trying to ignore the way the water droplets were beading on her skin, making her look even more alluring.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice soft and low.
She leaned slightly on his shoulder, "I am too blessed to have you." His heart skipped a beat at her words. "And I'm too blessed to have you," he replied, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from her face.
He held her close to him, relishing the feel of her body against his. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her, how fortunate he was that she was his.
........
Kiara walked inside their room tiredly and sat on the bed. "My feets hurt." He noticed her discomfort and came over to sit next to her. "Let me take a look," he said, his hands reaching down to take her foot in his lap.
He gently started massaging her foot, his touch firm but soothing. "Does that feel good?" he asked, looking up at her with a soft expression.
She closed her eyes, "A lot better." She replied. He continued massaging her foot, his fingers working the tender flesh gently but firmly, working out the tension and soreness. "You walked a lot today," he said, his voice soft and soothing.
He looked up at her, noticing the way her eyes were closed and her body was relaxed. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful.
"It's better now,." She said pulling her legs back. He chuckled softly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Is it now?" he asked, his hands sliding up her leg, his touch lingering on her skin.
He knew that he had to punish her for teasing him earlier. He was all worked up and desired her badly.
He moved closer to her, his body pressing against hers. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from her ear. "Teasing me all day long, knowing exactly how much it drives me crazy."
She crawled back, maintaining distance with a shy smile. He smirked at her attempt to maintain distance, his eyes dark with desire. "No no no, no running away now," he murmured.
He moved closer, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her towards him. "You're mine, remember?"
"I know husband I am yours, but I think you have pending works right?" She asked pointing towards his laptop.
He chuckled darkly, his hands roaming over her body. "Work can wait," he murmured, his fingers slipping under the hem of her top, caressing her bare skin.
She giggled as he pulled her more towards him and hovered above her. He looked down at her, his gaze roaming over her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and parted lips. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, his hands slipping to unhook her br@ "Work can really wait," he whispered, his fingers deftly unhooking her br@ and tossing it aside.
"But back then the work was important... You were saying you must complete the work first." She raised an eyebrow.
"Damn right it was important," He muttered, capturing one of her br!asts in his mouth, making her gasp. "But," He pulled back, "If someone offered me my beautiful woman instead of work, I'd choose that woman any damn day." He grinned wolfishly.
"Oh really, You really do have two personalities, one the workaholic Ekansh shekhawat, and the second The simp for his wife." She giggled.
"Exactly," He laughed softly, capturing her lips in another kiss. "And right now, Mr. Workaholic is taking a break, and Mr. Simp is here to worship his beautiful wife." He whispered against her lips. "So, shut up and let me be a simp."
She smiled her hands caressing his hairs softly, He closed his eyes briefly at her gentle touch, a low sound of pleasure escaping him.
One hand slid down her side, pulling her closer while the other tangled in her hair.
His lips found hers again, more tender this time, pouring all his love into this kiss. "You know..."
"What?" She raised an eyebrow. "How lucky I am to have you," He murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her eyes. "That I can be both these versions of myself - the man who'd burn the midnight oil for work, and the man who'd stop everything just to hold you."
"Let's start with this," He murmured, his fingers hooking into her panties and slowly pulling them down. He tossed them aside and looked up at her with a heated gaze.
She bites her lips, as he looked at her like a predator. A low, approving chuckle escaped him at her bitten lip. "you're beautiful," He whispered, his fingers finally reaching their destination.
He parted her legs wider, his skilled fingers beginning that familiar teasing pattern - circles around her cl!t without quite touching it directly.
Her back arched as soon as he started teasing her sensitive area.
He watched her reaction with a satisfied smirk, knowing exactly how to drive her wild.
His fingers moved slower, more deliberately teasing her, avoiding direct contact with her cl!
t until she was squirming beneath him. "Patience," he murmured softly, finally pressing one finger gently inside her.
She gasped and clutched the sheets, her head falling back. "Mhm"
"That's it," He praised, adding another finger, stretching her slowly. His thumb pressed against her cl!t, applying gentle pressure as he began to move his fingers in and out of her, curling them slightly to hit that perfect spot. "So tight," He groaned, adding a third finger.
"Ah," she mo@ned and held his hands, trying to stop him as the pl!asure took over her.
He smirked at her attempt to stop him, knowing it meant she was getting close. "Baby," He rasped, He added more pressure with his thumb, moving his fingers faster. "Four fingers - can you take it?"
As soon as he added another finger, she started squ!rting. Her mouth Opened, her hands clutching the sheets, her chest going up and down rapidly.
He felt her suddenly squ!rt around his fingers, her pu$$y clamping down rhythmically. A deep groan escaped him as he watched her fall apart, her mouth open in silence, her chest heaving rapidly.