Chapter 22 #2
In a possessive grip, his other arm banded around her waist, yanking her flush against him.
The air between them was hot, charged, his chest heaving so close to hers that she could feel the rise and fall of every breath.
Her gasp melted into his mouth, her fists pounding once at his chest before clutching his shirt in a desperate grip.
She felt the wild pounding of his heart against her palm and the dam she’d built together with fragile threads finally burst open. Siya kissed him back with all the angst she’d buried over the years.
He loosened his grip on her nape, his thumb stroking her skin almost unconsciously. Her curves pressed to every hard line of his body, and his tongue teased hers, claiming, pleading, and pouring every flame of his desire into it.
The rough scrape of his stubble ignited her, and a needy moan escaped her when his kiss became feverish and demanding. She responded with equal ferocity, and bit on his lower lip. Abhay growled, then choked on it when she traced the sting away with her tongue.
When they finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. ‘I’m not letting you go, Siya, and that’s final.’
Her hand fisted the lapel of his blazer as she challenged him. ‘What makes you think you can stop me?’
‘Come with me, I’ll show you how,’ Abhay said, intertwining their fingers as he pulled her toward the exit.
He didn’t look away from her even once as they stepped into the elevator.
His calloused skin felt rough against hers, and the friction sent a spark coursing through her, kicking up her heartbeat.
Siya felt a wave of deja vu as they made their way through the quiet hallway toward her suite. Except, this time, it was clear that he wouldn’t let her go.
He quickly swiped the keycard to her room, and without waiting for her to enter, he picked her up in his arms.
She let out a startled yelp, and wrapped her arms around him. ‘What’s the hurry?’
Abhay kicked the door shut behind him as he left a soft trail of kisses down the curve of her neck. ‘Believe me, sweetheart, I’ve waited a long time for this.’
She bit her lip to hold back a gasp. ‘That’s not fair,’ she whispered.
‘You think I care about playing fair when you are on stake? I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me,’ he promised.
Before she could respond, he dropped her down onto the bed, making her shriek. With an infuriating grin, he moved onto the bed, hovering over her.
He gripped both of her wrists, pinning them on the sides of her head, and kissed her softly. His lips brushed against hers like a whisper of a touch, and just that sent a delicious need down her spine.
‘You think this will stop me?’ she asked, feigning a brave face, but the mischievous glint in his eyes told her he wasn’t buying it.
‘No, but this will,’ he said, and crashed his lips onto hers again.
When she tried to retort back, he mumbled, ‘Tonight is not for talking, jaan. I want to spend every minute of the night binding you to me in a way that you’ll never be able to walk away from me.’
Her words died in her throat when he nipped sharply at her bottom lip, pulling a gasp out of her.
She had no intention of arguing anymore, especially not when he fisted her hair and pulled her head back.
His mouth trailed along her jaw and down the slope of her neck, leaving a path of heat that made her shiver.
Her eyes rolled back into her head when he sucked on a sensitive spot beneath her ear. His touch was maddeningly possessive as he gripped her thighs open and nestled in between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as he ground himself against her wet core. Her nails dug into his bicep when he bit down on the juncture of her shoulder, sending a sizzling rush through her veins. The rough graze of his stubble sent a tingle of heat pooling into her lower belly.
‘Tell me, Siya, did you ever lie awake in bed, wondering what would have happened if you’d stayed that night?’ he asked, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing the delicate strap of her gown.
The times she’d done that were too many to count, and she couldn’t focus long enough to do it as he trailed one finger down the curve of her waist, burning her through the thin fabric. Her body trembled as his other hand moved with aching slowness, sliding the strap off her shoulder.
His eyes, dark with yearning, never left hers.
Her soft gasp fuelled his passion and he peeled down the front of her dress, taking it all the way off, baring her naked for him to see. Her heavy breathing made her breasts bounce, and he watched with fervent hunger.
His tongue darted out to wet his parched lips as he took in the glorious sight of her body. Abhay brushed his thumbs against her sensitive buds, turning them hard. He rubbed one nipple between his fingers as he asked, ‘Did you ever wonder how I would touch you?’
‘Yes,’ she let out a breathy moan.
His lips traced a wet path down her chest, and a jolt of current zapped her nerves when his mouth closed over her breast. He held the other, kneading it in a matching rhythm that made her lose her grip on sanity.
He licked around the hard peak, before firmly pulling it into his mouth. Her eyes drifted close and her head fell back against the bed as she arched, her skin alive with sensation she had denied herself for far too long.
Abhay flicked his tongue against the nub, and she involuntarily ground against him, needy for more friction. He gripped her hips and angled her in a way that pressed him right on her throbbing core.
In a hoarse voice, he asked, ‘Did you wonder whether I would’ve made you come apart with my fingers or my tongue?’
‘Fuck, Abhay,’ she groaned.
‘Answer me, baby,’ he urged, lightly tugging at her other nipple with his teeth.
The sting it left behind made her toes curl as she snapped, ‘What do you think?’
He chuckled darkly. ‘What I know is that I spent every day of the last four years like I was trapped in hell, dying for a taste of you,’ Abhay said, following it with a flick of his tongue.
She didn’t know if it was his touch or his words but she couldn’t breathe anymore. The only thing her body needed was more of him.
‘You know, for a man who said no talking tonight, you seem to be running your mouth a lot,’ she teased, but the sentiment got lost in her raspy voice.
‘Then let me put it to better use,’ Abhay said with a glint in his eyes and moved down. Her stomach flipped when he shifted his arms beneath her thighs, wrapping them around it. He spread her legs open, and she yelped, trying to hide herself from his fierce, burning gaze.
‘Uh-huh,’ he pulled her hand away, tucking it beneath her leg, out of his way. ‘Don’t hide from me. You’re mine to taste, mine to tease, mine to take, and I can’t bear the torture of denying myself anymore.’
He teased her wet folds open with a finger, and she moaned aloud when he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit. She squirmed and Abhay gripped her lush thighs, pinning her in place beneath him. His quiet strength sent a thrill coursing through her.
A finger slipped into her depth, and his groan matched hers as she threw her head back, crying out his name. ‘You’re so wet for me, jaan. God, you’re killing me.’
He slowly pushed his finger deeper and her toes curled when he pressed against the sensitive spot inside her. His thumb circled the swollen nub, teasing her to the brink of madness.
‘And what exactly are you doing to me?’ she asked, hoping he’d understand and ease back.
Instead, he prefaced his response by pushing another finger inside her, making her clench. ‘What am I doing? I’m just showing my wife how crazy I am for her, how desperate with need she makes me, and how I’ve loved her with all of me since the night we met.’
A strangled mix of sob and moan lodged in her throat, as he began to thrust his fingers in her at a faster pace. A delicious pressure began to build in her core and when he curled his fingers to flick against the spot, it made her see stars.
She whimpered. ‘Oh god, yes please…’
He groaned, her plea snapping the last thread on his restraint, and he flicked her clit with his tongue as his fingers picked up pace. He stroked them harder and deeper inside her, and the tension coiled tighter in her core.
‘C’mon jaan, come apart on my fingers. Let me taste you,’ he urged, his voice raw and then his tongue found the throbbing nub again and he sucked hard on it, thrusting his fingers faster and faster.
She arched her back and tugged on his hair as she came. The orgasm ripped through her nerves, her body convulsing around his fingers. The world spun around her, and she held onto him, her only anchor in the chaos of pleasure.
Abhay gently slid his fingers out, laid a soft kiss on her belly and moved up to find her lips again. The roaring desire that had just simmered down blazed to life when she tasted herself on him.
Siya pulled at his shirt with a frantic force. The buttons popped off, clattering around them on the floor as she ran her fingers over the rough ridges of his chest, and down his toned torso.
Abhay hissed as she reached down and cupped his hard length over his trouser. ‘Jaan, I’m trying my best to be gentle with you, but now you’re just playing with my sanity,’ he growled, pushing out the strangled words.
His dark gaze warned her that she was playing with fire. It gave her a rush of power, and suddenly, she needed to see the man behind this mask of civility.
Anticipation struck at her, telling her to tease him. But he flipped the tables on her and began to ground against her palm. A blazing spark ignited in her belly, giving way to a desperate need to feel him inside her.
‘I need you, Abhay,’ she said, her voice rugged, breathless.
‘Baby, I want to, but I don’t have any protection,’ he answered, deep with regret.
She shook her head and said, ‘I’m on birth control. You don’t have to worry. I just need to feel you—’