Chapter 8 #2
Within moments, they were inside his room.
The second the suite door closed behind them, she turned, and Aditya was already there.
His mouth crashed onto hers, hungry and unrestrained.
His fingers fumbled against her dress, pulling it off over her head until she stood in front of him in only her black strapless bra and matching panties.
He stared at her for a long moment, his mouth parted, his eyes swirling with heat, and his lips curved in a smile.
He unclasped the strap of her bra, and her heavy breasts fell into his waiting palms. Hit by a sudden wave of shyness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her mouth on his.
She kissed him wildly, greedily, giving herself no room to think or doubt herself.
She allowed herself only to feel the need pooling inside her, demanding to be appeased.
He walked her backwards, lips still locked, until the backs of her knees hit the bed. He paused then, just for a second. His eyes burned into hers, searching. Asking.
“Sabrina…” his voice was low, wrecked.
She reached for him, drawing him down on the bed with her.
“No thinking,” she whispered. “It’s just you and me… here in the moment. Nothing else.”
That was all the permission he needed.
His eyes seared into hers for a heartbeat, and then his mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs.
Her lips parted instinctively, and he surged in, taking full possession of her mouth.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was fierce.
Consuming. Claiming. Heat scorched her skin as his tongue tangled with hers, demanding, tasting, devouring.
Her stomach flipped at the sheer intensity of it, her body strung tight and thrumming.
He finally shifted and stared at her. His gaze was hot as they skimmed over every bare inch of her.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along her cheek, down her jaw, and across her collarbone.
His hands slid down her side, tracing her curves with aching slowness, like he was memorizing the feel of her. Her heart hammered. It was too much. No. It was too little. She needed more. So much more. Her eyes fluttered shut on a heavy breath, overwhelmed by everything.
And then… nothing. The absence of his touch was startling. Her eyes flew open, her breath catching when she saw the fire burning in his gaze.
“Eyes stay open,” he ordered. “I want you to watch every single thing I’m going to do to you.”
Taking her wrists, he raised her arms above her head and pinned them to the mattress with one firm hand.
“And your hands stay here,” he ordered. “If you touch me, I will stop. If you close your eyes, I will stop. Do you understand?”
A tremor ran through her. She swallowed hard and gave a small, breathless nod.
His lips curved. “Good girl.”
The words slid over her like silk and heat, sending a bolt of anticipation straight through her core.
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move, even if she wanted to.
Aditya hovered above her, his breath grazing her cheek, his body hard and strong above her.
His eyes coasted over her lips, down her throat, and over the bare rise and fall of her chest. Sabrina trembled beneath him, her arms still pinned above her, just as he’d commanded.
He dipped his head, his mouth brushing the curve of her jaw. Feather light. Teasing. Then lower to her neck, where he pressed an open-mouthed kiss that made her arch off the bed with a soft gasp.
“I want to take my time with you,” he whispered against her skin, each word a brand. “I want to touch every inch of you. I want to learn what makes you sigh... and what makes you scream.”
Her breath hitched. Her legs shifted restlessly beneath him. His lips dragged across her collarbone, hot and slow, before one hand finally moved down her side and over the curve of her breast.
“Eyes on me,” he reminded, lifting his head just enough to meet her gaze.
She obeyed. And the moment their eyes locked, he captured her breasts with both his hands. Her head fell back against the pillows, a moan slipping past her lips.
He smiled. “We’re just getting started.”
He put his mouth on her breast and sucked. Hard. Fast. His tongue swirled and whirled over her nipple. His hand squeezed her other breast, while his mouth continued to play, licking, sucking, laving her breast. Lust slammed inside her.
“Aditya…”
He bit her nipple, and she arched off the bed yet again, a scream tearing through her lips.
His mouth paid the same attention to her other breast, until she was writhing beneath him.
Every thought in her head had vanished. What remained was this craving, this ache…
this hunger for him that had taken over her mind.
His mouth moved lower, floating over her chest, down the valley between her breasts, down her stomach and pelvic bone.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her black panties, and with one sharp tug, he cleanly tore apart the delicate fabric, the sound loud in the quiet room.
Her whole body trembled as he bared her to his gaze, his eyes roaming over every inch of her exposed skin.
“Perfect…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, reverence, and something far more dangerous.
Goose bumps erupted on her skin at his words, and her stomach clenched hard.
She pushed herself on her elbows, her breath catching as she watched this beautiful man devouring her with his eyes, like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen.
It was electrifying to see him fully clothed while she lay nude in front of him, completely at his mercy.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and swiped his tongue over her slit in one long, slow stroke.
Her body jolted. “Fuck. Adi…”
No other words escaped her lips as her elbows buckled, and she collapsed back onto the bed, her eyes shutting as he gave her the pleasure she had never felt before. Every bit of her came alive as his mouth continued to ravage her core in greedy, hungry strokes.
And then he stopped… Her eyes flew open, meeting his.
“Eyes open, beautiful,” he commanded, his voice gruff. “Watch what I do to you.”
Only when her eyes were on him did his mouth return to play with her body.
His lips worked her with a frenzy—lapping, sucking, teasing until every nerve in her body sizzled to life.
She writhed beneath him, her hips arching toward his mouth as his tongue slid inside her core, in and out.
Waves of pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
Her vision blurred. Just when she thought she’d reached her peak, his fingers joined his mouth, stroking her there.
“Oh God, I… I can’t,” she cried as desire erupted inside her again.
“You can and you will, beautiful,” he said.
Two fingers pushed inside her heat, and she was lost. Her body felt fevered, her skin too tight, too aware.
Sparks raced down her spine when his fingers scissored inside her, harder, faster.
All this while, his gaze never left hers.
Her legs began to shake as he made her watch every single thing he was doing to her.
She felt bare, exposed, emotionally stripped in a way that made her heart pound just as hard as the heat that was building low in her belly.
Aditya curved a finger inside her, at the same time he pinched her nipple, and she screamed.
Her vision blackened, and stars danced behind her eyes as she came completely undone, swept over by the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Only after she’d gathered herself did he rise, a wicked glint in his eyes, and slowly began to strip. She leaned back on her elbows, still breathless, needing a moment to herself, but also needing to see him.
His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one with unhurried precision. When the fabric finally slipped from his shoulders and dropped to the floor, her breath caught.
Fuck. He was gorgeous.
His chest was all lean muscle and sculpted lines, dusted with just the right amount of hair.
Broad shoulders tapered to a strong, cut waist, sharp abs that flexed with every movement, and that deep vee indent that disappeared into his trousers.
Her mouth dried when he stripped out of his trousers and boxers, and stood bare in front of her.
His erection jutted out proudly, thick and hard.
A flush crept up her neck as her eyes roamed over that part of him, utterly transfixed. God, he was huge.
When he caught her staring, a slow, knowing smile curved his lips.
“Like what you see?” he asked, voice low.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Good,” he said, stepping closer, “because I plan to make you feel every inch of it.”
He quickly wore a condom and then climbed on top of her.
He crushed her lips under his, and fireworks exploded in her blood.
Desire sparked to life in her veins again.
Oh God, so soon? She could hardly believe it.
In the past, reaching that peak had taken time and effort; sometimes, it hadn’t come at all.
But with Aditya? Her body was already craving more.
She felt so alive—flushed and aching, as if he’d flipped a switch she hadn’t known existed.
Her pulse pounded just beneath her skin; each throb laced with a fresh wave of lust. And the way he was still touching her—lazily, possessively—only added fuel to the fire building inside her again.
She wanted him. Desperately.
Positioning himself at her core, he looked at her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He entered her with a hard thrust, filling her completely, making her gasp, making her feel in a way she hadn’t ever.
She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms holding on to him.
He moved inside her, faster, deeper, desperate.
Molten heat bubbled through her blood as she began to move with him, her body needing his friction, her heart racing.
Her movements were slow and tentative at first, but with each thrust, he stroked that spot inside her, that one place she was certain would make her shatter.
In seconds, she began to move desperately, craving the friction of his skin against hers, the delicious fullness of him inside her.
Her nails dug into his back. He groaned against her neck, and his thrusts became harder, faster.
Her whole body began to tremble with a slow, uncontrollable shiver that started at her toes and rippled up through her spine.
Each stroke of his body against hers heightened the sensation, unravelling her bit by bit.
Then, his thumb found her sweet spot. A gasp tore from her lips, her back arching off the bed.
That wave of sensation morphed into something fiercer, more blinding, like lightning crashing through her.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders and her legs tightened around his waist as the pleasure took over completely.
But he didn’t stop. He drove into her with deeper, more urgent thrusts.
A fire ignited under her skin again. A scream ripped out of her lips as her climax shattered through her with violent, exquisite force.
Stars exploded behind her closed lids, a rainbow of heat and light flooding her senses.
She shook beneath him, helpless and lost to it all.
Only when she was thoroughly spent did he chase his own release.
When it came, he roared her name, burying himself deep inside her, his entire body shuddering as he was undone in her arms.
He tucked his face into her neck, groaning her name like a prayer.
She held him tightly. For long minutes, he lay tangled on top of her, breathing hard.
Finally, he shifted off her to flop down beside her.
Gathering the sheets, he covered them both and then lay down on his side, watching her.
He traced a finger down her cheek, not saying anything.
Words weren’t enough to describe what had happened between them.
But even as her body began to calm, her mind spun with a realization.
She hadn’t just slept with Aditya. She had let go with him. Completely.
And now, everything had changed.