|Rivan teaching her about breasts|
Devyani stood near the bed
She began folding her clothes one by one, placing them neatly into her bag. Her tiny hands smoothed each dress like she was tucking memories into them.
Then suddenly, her eyes widened, and she gasped softly, "Arey... I forgot to talk to him about the deal!"
Her brows furrowed in panic, then she murmured to herself, "It's okay... once he's back, I'll talk to him. Pakka."
With that innocent determination, she zipped her bag, smiled faintly, and went to meet Jinal for a while.
When she returned a few minutes later and opened the door she froze.
The entire bed was covered... covered with payals dozens of them, in silver, gold, and colorful beadwork that glittered in the evening light.
Beside them lay neatly arranged sets of bangles glass, metal, delicate threads, each more beautiful than the next.
Her big eyes shimmered in shock and disbelief. "Yeh sab... mere liye?" she whispered softly, her voice trembling between surprise and awe.
Her gaze darted across the bed, her heart thumping faster. She gently picked one pair of payal it jingled softly in her hand and she felt her throat tighten.
Her lips parted in awe as she whispered under her breath, almost afraid that saying it too loud might break the spell,
"Yeh... yeh sab unhone liya?"
She smiled, wide and bright, clutching the payal close to her chest her heart fluttering like a small bird who just found her safe sky.
RIVAN had just stepped inside when he saw her sitting cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by piles of shimmering bangles and silver anklets, her eyes glowing brighter than any gem in the room.
For a second, his breath actually softened. That smile of hers unguarded, happy, completely pure it pulled a rare one out of him too.
He leaned down, close enough for his breath to brush her ear, and whispered in that deep, calm tone that always made her heartbeat stumble,
"How's the gift, hmm?"
Devyani's eyes flew wide; she turned to him like she couldn't believe it.
"All... this... for me???"
RIVAN nodded once, still watching her reaction. "Yes."
She blinked, then pointed at herself. "For me?"
His lips curved faintly. "Yes, baby. All for you."
Her hands went to her mouth in surprise. "But... I can't wear all this!"
RIVAN chuckled under his breath, low and smooth. "Then wear new ones every day."
That only made her eyes widen more. "Every day? But... it might cost a lot!"
RIVAN tilted his head, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.
Devyani looked at him with full innocence and whispered in horror,
"Pati ji... did you... sell all your property for this???"
For a second, there was silence.
Then RIVAN just froze, blinked once, and exhaled slowly as if deciding between laughing or banging his head on the wall.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "ye ladki mujhe pagal kar degi..."
When he looked back at her, his expression was a mixture of disbelief and affection.
He cupped her cheek, leaned closer and said with a helpless smile,
"No, kitten... your husband's property is safe. But your brain... I'm starting to worry about that."
Devyani pouted, confused. "Means?"
RIVAN shook his head, kissed her forehead softly and murmured,
"Means I love this crazy mind of yours. Don't ever change it."
She turned to Rivan with genuine confusion in her eyes.
"But... why did you buy so much, pati ji? I can be happy in just one also."
Rivan, who was removing the tags from a pair of bangles, paused for a moment.
He looked at her really looked at her like he was trying to understand how someone could think like that.
"You liked them," he said simply.
Devyani frowned. "I liked... one."
"And I bought the rest," he replied, as if that explained everything.
She blinked. "But it's too much."
"I don't need so many," she whispered, holding one Payal like it was enough to survive the world.
Rivan sighed dramatically and came closer.
"Kitten," he said, tilting chin up, "I like seeing you happy. If buying these makes you smile, then I'll buy the whole shop next time."
Her eyes widened. "No! Please don't buy whole shop, where will I keep it??"
He smirked. "In your cupboard."
"My cupboard is small," she complained.
"Then I'll build a bigger one."
Rivan leaned in, his voice dropping to a soft rumble near her ear,
"Because when you wear them... you look cute. And when you walk... that Payal sound drives me crazy."
.
.
.
Devyani softly: "Pati Parmeshwar ji..."
Rivan immediately looked up.
"Haa ji?"
(Yes?)
She held his wrist, pulled him toward the couch, and made him sit.
Then she settled right beside him with a very, VERY serious face.
Rivan narrowed his eyes.
"Kya hua,kitten ?"
(What happened,kitten?)
Devyani took a deep breath.
"I want to make a deal."
Rivan blinked.
"Kaisa deal?"
(What kind of deal?)
Then without warning she gently cupped his face between her tiny soft hands.
Rivan's spine literally shivered.
She innocently blinked.
"Dekho... don't be sad, hmm?"
(Look... don't be sad, okay?)
Rivan frowned.
"Main... sad? Kyun?"
(Me? Sad? Why?)
She patted his cheek with heartbreaking sincerity.
"I know roaming without chest is very painful for you."
Rivan: "...WHAT???"
Devyani nodded in full confidence.
"Haan pati ji... chest ke bina ghoomna mushkil hota hoga."
(Yes husband... it must be hard to walk around without a chest.)
Rivan froze.
His soul left his body.
She whispered like consoling a patient:
"But don't worry... I have a solution."
Rivan internally:
Zaroor kuch karegi ye ab...
(She's definitely going to do something now...)
Out loud, he hissed:
"Kitten... kis solution ki baat kar rahi ho?"
(Kitten... what solution are you talking about?)
Devyani suddenly, without warning, climbed straight into Rivan's lap.
Rivan's entire body stiffened.
What is she doing?
What is she TALKING about?
What DEAL?
His brain was buffering.
Her tiny hands held his shoulders as she settled properly on his lap, facing him with full seriousness.
"Dekho," she whispered,
"this deal is very important. And you can't step back, okay? You can't deny it. It's for both of us."
Rivan stared at her...
Her innocent face...
Her seriousness...
Her warmth sitting exactly on top of him...
His ears turned completely red.
"Kitten..." he warned softly,
"k-kaisa deal...?"
She took a deep breath.
Then in her soft, angelic innocent voice, she said:
"I have decided... that I will give you my chest."
Rivan: "...................."
His eyes widened.
His soul took off its shoes and left the room.
Before he could even speak, Devyani cupped his face gently, lovingly, like consoling a grieving widow.
"Don't be sad anymore.
Live happily with my chest.
I don't have any problem..."
Rivan: "MY WHAT???"
Devyani continued with full sacrifice-mode seriousness:
"And... and I'll take your chest.
So now both of us will finally have a chest."
SILENCE.
Pure.
Holy.
Existential.
Silence.
Rivan just stared at her.
She looked back, waiting for him to accept the "deal," thinking he must be feeling emotional and happy inside...
Because now
he could finally "carry" a chest too.
Rivan internally:
"Bhagwan mujhe abhi utha lo. Abhi issi waqt."
(God please take me right now. Right this second.)
Devyani, still sitting comfortably in his lap, patted his cheek lovingly.
"Don't be emotional," she whispered.
Rivan: Emotional??
She nodded with full sympathy.
"I can understand you, pati ji.
I know you must be dancing inside your brain due to happiness."
Rivan blinked.
Dancing.
Inside his brain.
For THIS?
Before he could breathe, she continued:
"And pati ji... you know..."
She leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a medical secret.
"Mine are very heavy to carry.
Sometimes they hurt too."
Rivan choked on his own oxygen.
HE—
WHAT—
WHY—
HOW DID THIS CONVERSATION GO HERE?
Devyani, meanwhile, looked like she was solving world hunger.
"And yours..." she tapped his chest lightly,
"are very easy to carry."
Rivan stared at her with dead eyes.
She nodded with full seriousness again:
"So since you love my chest...
And I love your chest...
Our deal will work beautifully."
She smiled—
Bright, proud, innocent.
Rivan wasn't breathing anymore.
He sat there like a man questioning his entire existence.
When did I ever say I don't like my own chest?
When did I ever say I want HER chest?
Yeh deal maine kab ki??
He gulped.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
"Ki... kitten..." he tried to speak, voice barely alive.
But Devyani placed a finger on his lips.
"Shhh. I know you are emotional.
Don't say anything."
Rivan: "Emotional?? Main toh shock mein hoon shock mein!!"
Then—
SHE TOOK HIS HANDS.
And gently...
Placed them on her breast.
Rivan's entire body snapped straight like someone electrocuted him.
His jaw dropped.
His soul exited his body.
His ears became red, pink, maroon everything.
"Pati ji..." she whispered,
"from today onwards...
this chest is yours."
Devyani happily pointed at his hands still on her chest like she was presenting evidence in court.
"See? They are also happy!" she said proudly.
Rivan almost fainted.
"Ki–Kitten...?"
But she continued with full innocence, not letting him breathe.
"They instantly react when you touch them."
She widened her eyes, whispering like she discovered a scientific theory.
"They themselves told me they want to change the owner."
Silence.
PURE.
HORRIFIED.
Silence.
Rivan blinked slowly.
Owner??? OWNER???
Devyani nodded with seriousness.
"Really, I didn't tell them anything."
Rivan pressed his lips together.
His soul was leaving his body again.
Then she leaned even closer and whispered confidentially:
"You know... today in the bathroom I touched them."
Rivan's brain: SYSTEM ERROR
Devyani continued:
"But they didn't give the same reaction that they give when you touched them last night."
Rivan: (mentally screaming)
Devyani gently held his cheeks again, her eyes full of sympathy
as if SHE was consoling HIM.
"So I can understand now..." she said softly,
"they want you."
Rivan stopped breathing.
Completely.
His body stiff.
Eyes wide.
Mind blank.
He was a powerful Thakur, feared by the city...
But right now?
He looked like a man who needed medical oxygen and 6–7 years of therapy.
Devyani happily concluded:
"So don't be sad anymore, pati ji.
From today... they belong to you.
And yours belong to me.
Deal done!"
She smiled like she just solved global warming.
Rivan stared at her for a full five seconds.
Then very slowly...
VERY... slowly...
The moment Rivan parted his lips to speak,
Devyani suddenly grabbed his shirt collar and opened his shirt buttons one by one FAST.
POP. POP. POP.
His entire chest was exposed before he could even react.
Devyani touched his chest with both hands and said with full confidence:
"See!! They are reacting!"
She started circling her fingers on his skin,
soft, slow, innocent touches...
Rivan's breath hitched.
"K–Kitten..."
His voice came out strangled.
She looked up at him seriously:
"Why are you removing your hands from my breasts, hmm?
I am proving the difference na."
Rivan was utterly SHOOK.
He tried to pull back but she pressed her palms again on him.
Her eyes widened in excitement:
"See!! They are reacting again!!
Yours react on my touch...
and mine react on your touch...
so that means we HAVE to exchange!"
Rivan shut his eyes for two seconds.
Two. Whole. Seconds.
When he opened them again,
his expression wasn't confusion anymore.
It was pure, breathtaking, deadly THAKUR-LEVEL STARE.
He leaned forward, caging her with his arms on either side of her body.
Devyani froze, her fingers still resting on his chest.
Rivan's voice dropped dangerously low:
"You want my chest?"
Devyani proudly nodded.
"Haan! I want your chest and you take mine this is fair na?"
Rivan inhaled sharply.
Then his eyes dropped to her lips,
then her hands,
then her chest...
And he whispered,
the tone half warning, half desire:
"Kitten...
I swear to God...
agar tumne ek line aur boli na..."
He didn't complete the sentence.
Just stared.
Like he was choosing between:
Explaining the truth
Or throwing her on the bed
Devyani blinked innocently.
"But pati ji... deal toh—"
Rivan leaned even closer, breath hitting her ear.
"Chup."
Silence.
Her heartbeat went crazy.
His chest rising and falling under her palms...
And he was looking at her like she had no idea what she was doing to him.
Devyani's eyes suddenly widened.
"Oh my Bhagwaan..."
Her heart dropped.
"He didn't like my chest??
That's why he got so serious??
Then that means...
I can't take his chest also??
No no no Devyani, this is not good!
I like his chest!
I want his chest!
It's so flat... so easy to carry..."
She started panicking in her tiny innocent brain.
Meanwhile, Rivan was staring at her, waiting for her next sentence, mentally preparing himself for more nonsense.
Bad move.
Very bad move.
Because
Devyani, in full determination mode,
TOOK A DEEP brEATH...
...and slid her hands inside her blouse.
Rivan's eyes widened a FULL INCH.
Before he could even blink—
"POP!"
She opened her blouse hooks Lightning-speed.
Rivan almost choked on his own oxygen.
"KITTE—WHAT THE—?!"
Devyani proudly held her blouse open (still covered but clearly exposing more than needed) and said with FULL sincerity:
"Now see!
Now you'll like them, right??
Now you'll agree to the deal??
Don't worry... I am giving them free-free to you!"
Rivan forgot English.
Hindi.
Italian.
Breathing.
Consciousness.
He just stared at her with pure HORROR
"KITTEN—CLOSE.
IT.
RIGHT.
NOW."
His voice was hoarse, deadly low.
But she was busy convincing him:
"No listen na!
If you see properly, you will realise they are healthy, soft, and very adjustable!"
"ADJUSTABLE?!"
Rivan almost yelled.
Devyani nodded confidently.
"Yes! See—"
She moved slightly as if demonstrating.
Rivan immediately grabbed both her wrists fast, tight, desperate and pulled her blouse together, fixing it roughly.
His breath was hot against her face.
His eyes were dark, blown, furious.
"Kitten..."
He growled, voice trembling
"...tum mujhe pagal kar dogi."
Devyani blinked innocently:
"But... don't you want to see before the exchange?
How will we decide the right owner?"
Rivan just stared.
Completely defeated by her innocence.
And completely ruined by her audacity.
Devyani's fingers trembled as she pushed her blouse open fully, the hooks slipping free in one quick, frantic motion.
Her breath hitched.
Her entire face turned red.
But in her mind it was simple
If he sees them, maybe he will like them... maybe I can negotiate... maybe he will not reject me...
Rivan froze.
Absolutely froze.
His eyes snapped to her, then lower, and something violent and raw flashed across his face like a man whose sanity had just been yanked out of his body.
"Devyani."
His voice was so low it was almost a growl.
But Devyani, in her panic, misunderstood.
She gasped softly, horrified.
"Oh my god... he really doesn't like them... he hates them. I knew it— I knew it. My chest is a disappointment—"
She immediately grabbed her blouse with both hands, as if trying to hide, but she was too slow.
Rivan caught her wrists.
Not gently.
Not roughly.
Just... in a way that told her she wasn't going anywhere.
His jaw clenched.
"What the hell are you doing,kitten?" he whispered, each word heavy, sharp, breathless.
Devyani blinked up, terrified and blushing.
"I-I thought... if you see them... maybe you will not reject me?
You said nothing happened last night maybe my chest is not... good?
I mean, I like your chest so much. It's so flat and easy to carry—
And maybe you don't like mine so—"
"Basta."
(Italian: Enough.)
He said it harshly.
Devyani flinched.
But Rivan wasn't angry at her.
He was angry at what she thought.
His grip tightened just a little.
"Devyani, look at me."
She shook her head fast, embarrassed.
He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching hers, breath hot and uneven.
"I didn't stop because I didn't like them.
I stopped because I liked them too much.
Too much,kitten."
Her eyes widened.
He looked down at her half-open blouse, then back at her face, his voice rough, nearly breaking:
"If you open your clothes for me like this again...
I will not stop.
Ever."
Devyani swallowed loudly.
"Then... d-do you like them?"
His laugh was soft, dark, sinful.
He brushed his thumb over the back of her wrist.
"Più di quanto dovrei."
(Italian: More than I should.)
Devyani slowly lifted her hands to close her blouse, still embarrassed, still red like a tomato.
But the moment her fingers touched the first hook
Rivan's hand shot forward and caught her wrist.
She froze.
His grip wasn't painful...
but it was firm.
Unshakeable.
Possessive.
"Who told you to close it?"
His voice was low, deep, almost husky.
Devyani blinked confused.
"I-I thought... you said I can't open it without your permission..."
Rivan leaned in, his breath brushing her ear.
"I didn't give you permission to close it either."
Her heart skipped so violently she almost forgot how to breathe.
"But... b-but why?" she whispered.
He looked at her slowly his eyes dropping from her face to the soft, exposed skin rising and falling with every nervous breath she took.
His jaw clenched.
Hard.
"Because now you've shown me,baby...
and I'm not done looking."
Devyani gasped lightly.
Her fingers automatically curled against his grip.
Rivan didn't stop her.
He didn't even blink.
With his free hand, he slid two fingers under her chin and lifted her face to his.
"Do you know," he murmured, eyes locked onto hers,
"what you do to me when you panic like this?"
"I-I don't... know?"
His thumb grazed her lip barely a touch yet her whole body shivered.
"You make me lose control.
More than last night.
More than ever."
He gently guided her backward, not pushing, just walking her slowly until her back touched the big wooden pillar behind her.
She made a tiny sound a little surprised breath.
Rivan smirked, dark and sinful.
"Don't be scared.
If I really wanted to devour you..."
he leaned in, lips brushing her jaw,
"you wouldn't be standing right now."
Her legs trembled.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His fingers slid from her chin to the open edge of her blouse...
barely touching...
yet she felt fire shoot through her.
"Kitten," he whispered,
"you opened this thinking it would make me accept your deal."
She nodded shyly.
"And now...?" he took in a slow breath, "Do you even know what you're bargaining with?"
Her lips parted, confused.
"What... am I bargaining with?"
He leaned closer until his forehead touched hers.
"Your innocence.
Your body.
Your effect on me.
And I don't play fair."
Devyani's breath hitched again.
She whispered, voice trembling,
"D-Do you... want the deal?"
Rivan's hand slid to her waist, pulling her an inch closer.
Just one inch
but enough to make her entire body melt.
Then he murmured in Italian, voice deep and sinful:
"Ti voglio più di quanto sia giusto."
(I want you more than what is right.)
Before Devyani could ask what his Italian line meant,
Rivan suddenly scooped her into his arms
like she weighed nothing.
She gasped and clutched his shoulders.
"P pati ji—?!"
He didn't reply.
He simply walked...
calm, unhurried,
straight to the bed.
And then
He laid her down gently,
her hair fanning over the pillows,
her eyes wide and innocent.
Rivan leaned over her,
one hand beside her head,
his body hovering just inches above hers.
She felt caged.
She felt protected.
She felt overwhelmed.
She felt everything at once.
Rivan looked down at her like she was something precious
and something dangerous
at the same time.
"Kitten," he murmured, "we need to talk about your... deal."
She nodded nervously, clutching the bedsheet.
Rivan lowered himself just a little more,
their breaths brushing.
"You think chest can be exchanged..."
he said slowly,
"like clothes."
Devyani blinked.
"C-Can't they?"
A vein popped on his forehead.
He sighed—long, tortured.
Then he brought his hand forward.
Very slowly.
Very gently.
He touched her.
Just his fingertips brushing the soft curve of her breasts.
Not in a dirty way.
Not in a greedy way.
But in a way that made her whole body shiver like she was being touched for the first time in her life.
She gasped soft, sharp.
Her chest reacted instantly
a small arch,
a sudden breath,
a tiny sound she tried to swallow but couldn't.
Rivan's eyes darkened.
"There," he whispered, "you feel that?"
She nodded shyly, face fully red.
"That reaction..."
his fingers barely moved,
just enough to make her tremble again,
"happens not because of ownership."
His voice dropped to a deep rumble.
"It happens because someone else touches you.
Someone who is not you.
Someone whose body is not yours."
She stared up at him, confused but trusting.
He leaned closer
"And when it's the man you're married to..."
His breath stroked her lips,
"...the reaction is stronger."
Her fingers clutched his shoulder.
"Pati ji ..."
He smile softly.
"Now watch."
He slowly slid her small hand upward
until her own fingers touched her own chest.
Nothing.
No tremble.
No spark.
No reaction.
Devyani blinked rapidly.
"See?" Rivan whispered.
She tried pressing again.
Still nothing.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh..."
Rivan nodded.
"That's why they reacted with me last night.
Not because they want to 'change owners.'
Not because something is wrong."
He lowered his head until his lips brushed her forehead.
"But because I am not you,baby...
and your body knows the difference."
Her heartbeat went wild.
"And mine?" she whispered softly.
"Why did... yours react?"
Rivan paused.
His eyes dropped to the small hand that was still resting over his chest from earlier.
He picked her wrist up gently and placed her hand back on his chest right over his heartbeat.
It thumped hard under her palm.
"Because," he said quietly,
"my body reacts to you too.
More than it should."
Their eyes locked.
Her breath caught.
His jaw tightened.
"Understand now?" he asked, voice barely a murmur.
"Chest can't be exchanged,baby.
But..."
his thumb stroked her lower lip slow and sinful,
"...they can react to the right person."
Devyani was still staring at him, her hand resting on his chest,
feeling the furious, unsteady thump-thump-thump beneath her palm.
Rivan swallowed hard.
His eyes were burning dark, molten, hungry and he was trying,
really trying,
not to scare her, not to take more than she offered.
But her lips parted softly...
Her chest rose shakily under his touch...
Her fingers curled in his shirt like she needed him close...
And that was it.
The thread of control snapped.
A low growl escaped his chest
not loud,
not wild,
but deep enough that Devyani's breath hitched.
"K–Kitten..." he warned,
voice strained,
"don't look at me like that."
She blinked innocently.
"L-Like what?"
"Like you want me," Rivan breathed,
forehead dropping to hers,
"because I already want you more than I should."
Her cheeks flamed,
but she didn't move away.
And that tiny, innocent stillness was all he needed.
His lips brushed her cheek.
Barely.
A ghost of a touch.
But she gasped and clutched him harder,
her tiny fingers fisting in his shirt like she was holding on to life.
Rivan's control shattered completely.
He trailed his mouth to her jaw
slowly,
softly,
like her skin was something sacred he wasn't allowed to touch
but couldn't stay away from.
Her breath trembled against his neck.
"Ae ji..."
"Hm?"
His nose traced the line of her throat,
drinking in her scent
like he'd been starving for it for years.
"I...I feel strange..."
He smirked against her skin,
his lips brushing her pulse.
"That's because of me," he whispered.
And then he kissed her.
Not on the lips.
Not yet.
But right where her pulse fluttered like a trapped butterfly
on the side of her throat.
Soft.
Slow.
Possessive.
Her entire body jerked under him,
back arching,
hands flying to his shoulders.
Her voice came out in a desperate whisper,
"Ahhhh... it— it tickles—"
"It's not tickling,baby," he murmured,
pressing another kiss lower,
"that's called... reaction."
His fingers slid to her waist,
pulling her closer,
settling her flush against him.
Her breath broke in a trembling sound he felt straight in his gut.
"Stop me if you're scared," he whispered against her skin.
Devyani shook her head fast,
her innocent instinct taking over before her brain could catch up.
"No... don't stop."
Rivan froze for a second.
Then he groaned low, rough, tortured
and kissed her harder,
mouth hot and open on her neck,
like he'd been waiting for this moment since the day she entered his life.
Her hands slipped upward,
curling around his neck.
"Pati ji ..." she whispered softly,
almost shyly,
"it feels... good."
He exhaled sharply against her ear.
"Don't say that or I'll lose the last bit of control I have."
Devyani's voice cracked softly.
"Still... still you hate my chest, na?"
Her lower lip trembled.
"Sorry to disappoint you..."
Her eyes filled instantly big, glassy, aching.
Rivan inhaled sharply.
Something inside him snapped.
He could face guns, enemies, betrayal
but her tears?
Her tears were becoming his biggest weakness,
the one thing that made him lose his mind entirely.
"Kitten..."
His voice came out rough, broken.
She looked away, wiping her cheeks with her tiny hand.
"Stop," Rivan said, voice deeper than ever.
He cupped her face, thumbs gently brushing the tears away.
His jaw clenched hard as if those tears physically hurt him.
Then softly dangerously softly he said,
"Can I touch you?"
Devyani blinked, confused.
"T-Touch? But you already—"
"No," he whispered, voice hoarse.
"I mean... properly.
I want to explain it to you.
The truth.
Why you reacted.
Why I reacted.
Everything."
She stared at him, innocent and trusting.
Then she nodded once.
A small, shy:
"Okay..."
His breath hitched.
Slowly giving her every second to stop him
his fingers lifted to the knot of her blouse.
He waited.
She didn't stop him.
So he gently slid the cloth off her shoulders...
down her arms...
and the blouse fell open, exposing her soft breasts to him.
Rivan froze.
Not because he didn't like what he saw.
But because he liked it too much.
He swallowed hard, voice barely steady.
"Devyani..."
Her eyes lowered, nervous.
He lifted her chin with two fingers.
"Look at me," he whispered.
When her eyes met his, he lost the last bit of calm he had been holding.
"I don't hate your chest," he said, voice rough, honest.
"I've never hated anything about you.
You... you have no idea what you do to me."
He brushed his knuckles lightly just lightly across her breasts.
She shivered.
"See?" he murmured.
"This... this is reaction.
This is attraction.
This isn't something you can exchange like toys."
His eyes darkened as he leaned closer.
"Your body reacts to my touch...
because it's me."
Her breath trembled.
Her cheeks burned red.
He shook his head.
"You're not disappointing," he whispered.
"Not even for a second."
He brushed his thumb along her lower lip.
"You're... perfect."
His mouth hovered just above her breast
not touching,
just breathing against her skin,
making her entire body tremble.
"Now let me show you..."
his voice dropped to a husky murmur,
"...why nothing about you could ever make me look away."
Rivan's breath ghosted over her breasts warm, slow, deliberate.
Devyani's fingers curled into the bedsheet, her pulse wild and uneven.
She had never felt anything like this before.
Every inch of her body felt awake... alive... waiting.
Rivan lifted his eyes once more, giving her that one last chance to say no.
She didn't.
She just lay there, breathing fast, trusting him like always.
That was all he needed.
Very slowly
as if she was something holy, something to be worshipped
he lowered his head...
And pressed his lips to her breasts.
Devyani gasped.
A tiny, shaky, innocent sound that made him groan softly against her skin.
He kissed her there again
warmer, slower
his hand sliding to her waist, grounding her, holding her gently.
Her skin trembled beneath his lips.
"Ahhhhh..." she moaned, voice breaking.
He lifted his head just enough to whisper against her flesh,
"Shhh... I'm not hurting you, am I?"
She shook her head instantly, cheeks burning, breath quivering.
"No... I just... it feels... different..."
His eyes softened, darkened.
"That's because you're feeling something you've never felt before."
His lips brushed lower just a whisper of a kiss.
"And because it's me touching you."
Her whole body shivered at that.
Then he kissed her breasts again
a slow, deep kiss that lingered, sending heat racing through her veins.
His fingers slid up her side, tracing the softness of her ribs,
and he kissed a little higher
a little closer
with reverence, desire, and control he was rapidly losing.
She clutched his shoulders with both hands, trying to stop the trembling but it only made him groan softly as her nails scraped lightly against him.
He lifted his head slightly, lips brushing her skin as he spoke,
"Kitten... you have no idea what you're doing to me."
And then
He finally lowered his mouth directly over her soft boobs,
kissing her with slow, deep, devastating tenderness.
Devyani's entire back arched at the sensation.
Her breath broke into a soft, helpless moan
one she tried to catch, but Rivan caught it first with another kiss.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Ae ji... what... what's happening to me...?" she whispered.
He raised his head just an inch, breathing heavily.
"You're feeling me," he said, voice dark, raw, honest.
"And I'm feeling you."
"Let me," he murmured,
"show you everything your body never taught you before."
Rivan's lips were still on her breasts slow, warm, unbelievably gentle when it happened.
Devyani suddenly felt something inside her twist.
Something hot, something needy, something she didn't even have a name for.
Her hands, which were resting weakly on his shoulders...
slid up.
And she softly hesitantly
pulled him closer.
Rivan froze.
Just for a second.
His breath stopped.
Every muscle in his body went tight.
His fingers dug slightly into her waist.
He lifted his head a little, eyes burning, voice rough to the point of breaking
"Kitten... what are you doing...?"
But Devyani blinked at him, confused and breathless, cheeks pink.
"I... I don't know..."
She swallowed hard.
"I just... felt like... pulling you."
His control snapped.
Just
snapped.
He exhaled sharply, jaw flexing as something dark and hungry flooded his eyes.
"Don't... don't do things you don't understand," he whispered but his voice had already turned hoarse.
"But... I liked it," she admitted softly.
That single sentence punched the air out of him.
Before she even finished saying "liked,"
Rivan's mouth was back on her breasts.
Not gentle this time.
Slow, deep, claiming kisses that made her gasp so loudly she had to grab his hair for balance.
And the moment her fingers slid into his hair soft, innocent, unaware
Rivan groaned.
A low, sinful sound that vibrated against her skin and made her whole body arch uncontrollably.
His hands tightened on her waist.
"Baby..." he breathed against her skin,
"don't... don't pull me like that unless you want me to lose every bit of control left in me."
Devyani blinked, flustered, not understanding the danger at all.
"But you... feel warm," she whispered.
"And I liked when you kissed me there... so..."
She tugged him again.
Devyani let out a soft moan, the sound escaping her lips unbidden as his hands kneaded her mounds.
The pressure sent sparks through her body, a confusing rush of pleasure that made her squirm beneath him.
She didn't grasp the heat building between her legs, the way her core began to ache and grow slick, but it pulled another whimper from her throat.
Rivan swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing as he watched her face, concern flickering through his lust. 'Kitten, am I hurting you? Should I stop?' he asked, voice husky and low, his fingers stilling but not releasing her.
'Ahhhhhhh... uummm... n... no, please,' Devyani gasped, her words tumbling out in a breathless plea.
She had no clue what this overwhelming sensation meant the tingling that spread from her chest to her core but stopping felt wrong, like denying the love swelling in her heart for him.
Her body craved more, even if her mind reeled.
Emboldened, Rivan squeezed her breasts a bit firmer, rolling them in his hands, feeling the give of her skin under his touch.
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