Sucking her🌶️
Devyani lay beneath Rivan on the soft sheets, her chest rising and falling with quick, uncertain breaths.
The thin fabric of her blouse had slipped open during their earlier embraces, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts to his gaze.
Her skin glowed softly in the dim light, nipples already pebbled from the cool air and the unfamiliar thrill of his nearness.
She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of nervousness and something warmer, deeper a loving pull toward him that she couldn't quite name, since intimacy was a mystery to her untouched world.
Rivan hovered above her, his strong arms braced on either side of her head, muscles tensing as he fought to keep his desire in check.
His eyes locked onto her exposed breasts, tracing the curve of her mounds, the way they quivered slightly with each inhale.
He stared for a long, heated second, throat working as he swallowed hard, the gulp audible in the quiet room.
He had no idea just how innocent she truly was, how she navigated these feelings blind; to him, this was a gentle lesson in the nuances of touch, showing her the sparks that could ignite between bodies.
Leaning down slowly, Rivan's lips brushed against one nipple, then the other, his mouth warm and deliberate.
He kissed them softly at first, tongue flicking out to taste the sensitive peak, drawing it into a light suck that sent shivers racing across Devyani's skin.
She gasped, her body arching instinctively, a tremor rippling from her chest down to her core.
The sensation was electric, unfamiliar waves of heat pooling low in her belly, making her thighs press together without understanding why.
He trailed his kisses upward, lips pressing firmly against the delicate skin of her throat, feeling her pulse hammer beneath his mouth.
Devyani's hands clutched at the sheets, her nervousness bubbling up as a soft whimper escaped her lips loving him so much, yet overwhelmed by the intensity she couldn't label.
Rivan moved to her neck, sucking gently at the curve where it met her shoulder, then along her collarbone, nipping lightly to elicit another shiver.
His mouth dipped into the valley of her cleavage, tongue tracing the line between her breasts, savoring the salty sweetness of her skin.
From there, he kissed the soft lobe of her ear, breath hot against it as he whispered nothing, just letting the warmth build her anticipation.
His lips found her cheeks, peppering them with tender presses, before finally capturing her mouth in a deep, breathless kiss.
Tongues met tentatively at first, then with growing hunger, his body lowering just enough to let her feel the weight of his control.
Pulling back slightly, Rivan's voice came out ragged, eyes dark with need. "Umm, kitten, I really want to touch you. Are you sure?"
Devyani blinked up at him, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and affection.
What was this ache inside her? The way his kisses made her skin tingle and her heart race it scared her a little, this unknown territory, but she trusted him completely.
She didn't know the words to express the storm of emotions nervousness twisting with a budding desire she couldn't identify but her body spoke for her.
Slowly, she nodded her head yes, her cheeks flushing deeper as she held his gaze, ready to learn whatever came next.
Rivan's restraint shattered in that instant.
Without pausing, his large hands cupped Devyani's breasts fully, fingers splaying across the soft, yielding flesh.
He squeezed them gently at first, thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples in slow circles, feeling the weight and warmth of them filling his palms. A shiver raced down his own spine, electric and unfamiliar this was his first time touching breasts like this, seeing them so bare and responsive under his grip.
His cock throbbed harder in his pants, but he held back, breaths coming in shallow bursts as he savored the newness of it all, just like her.
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.
Devyani trembled violently, her body quaking as waves of heat crashed over her, making her thighs clench tighter.
He lowered his head again, capturing one nipple between his lips.
He sucked it into his mouth with a deepening pull, tongue swirling around the peak as he drew harder, teeth grazing just enough to heighten the sting of pleasure.
Devyani arched her back sharply, pushing her chest toward him, toes curling into the sheets as a loud moan tore from her.
'Ahhhhhhhhh... pati...ji!' she cried, the endearment slipping out in her haze.
The suction pulled at something deep inside her, making her core pulse and flood with wetness she couldn't comprehend a slippery warmth coating her folds, her clit swelling with need.
It scared her a little, this unknown throb, but it felt so good, tied to the man she adored.
Rivan's hunger surged; he ate at her boobs like a man starved, switching to the other nipple and latching on with fierce intensity.
His mouth worked relentlessly suck, release, suck deeper tongue lashing the sensitive bud while his hand pinched and tugged the neglected one.
Saliva glistened on her skin as he feasted, lips smacking wetly against her flesh, drawing out every gasp and shiver.
He kneaded the undersides of her breasts, lifting them to bury his face between them, licking broad stripes across both peaks before diving back to suck one into a vacuum of heat.
The sounds filled the room: her escalating moans, the slick pops of his mouth releasing her nipple only to claim it again, his own groans vibrating against her as his control frayed further.
Devyani's hips bucked involuntarily, her core clenching around nothing, a sticky evidence of her body's betrayal to her innocence.
She threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him close without knowing why, lost in the storm of sensations nervous flutters mixing with pure, unspoken love as he devoured her, teaching her the raw fire of touch.
I couldn't tear my mouth away from her, the taste of her skin driving me wild.
kitten's nipple was hard and swollen between my lips as I sucked deeper, my tongue flicking relentlessly over the tight bud, pulling it in with a wet, rhythmic pull that made my own body ache.
Her breasts heaved with every breath, soft and full in my hands, and I kneaded them harder, feeling the way they molded to my grip, the faint veins under her skin pulsing with her racing heartbeat.
God, this was intoxicating her innocence made every touch feel like fire, my cock straining painfully against my pants, leaking pre-cum as I imagined burying myself inside her someday.
But right now, it was all about her, about drawing out those sounds that made my blood roar.
She scratched at my shoulders suddenly, her nails digging into my skin through my shirt, a sharp sting that only fueled my hunger.
Her body twisted beneath me, thighs rubbing together as if seeking friction for the heat I knew was building in her core.
I heard the slick sounds of my mouth on her flesh, saliva trailing down her curves, mixing with the faint sheen of sweat on her chest. Her moans grew frantic, high-pitched whimpers that vibrated against my lips.
'Ahhhhhh... please... I can't,' she finally gasped, her voice breaking on a sob of overwhelming need.
I froze instantly, releasing her nipple with a soft pop, my heart slamming in my chest. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, to push too far when she was so new to this.
Panic flickered through me had I gone too rough?
Her eyes were squeezed shut, lashes fluttering, her chest rising and falling in heavy pants that made her breasts jiggle enticingly.
She looked lost, utterly adrift in the storm of sensations I'd unleashed, her lips parted and swollen from our earlier kisses.
Gently, I lifted my head, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.
'I'm sorry, kitten,' I murmured, my voice rough with regret and lingering desire.
'I didn't mean to overwhelm you. Tell me if it's too much I'll stop anytime.
' My thumbs traced soothing circles over her ribs, just below her breasts, giving her space to breathe.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy-lidded and glazed with confusion.
She stared up at me with those big, innocent eyes, wide and trusting, like a doe caught in the wild.
No judgment, just pure, unfiltered vulnerability that twisted something deep in my gut.
Her breaths came in soft heaves, her nipples still peaked and glistening from my attention, begging for more even as she trembled.
I couldn't resist touching her again, but softer this time.
My hands returned to her breasts, cupping them lightly, feeling their warmth and the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath.
I massaged them tenderly, rolling the soft globes in my palms, thumbs grazing the wet peaks to spread the saliva I'd left behind.
Leaning down, I licked a slow, deliberate stripe across one breast, cleaning the trails of my spit with broad swipes of my tongue, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with my own essence.
It was intimate, possessive my mouth claiming her all over again, but gentle now, sucking lightly at the undersides to lap up every drop.
Her body responded with a fresh shiver, a quiet whimper escaping as I blew cool air over the damp skin, watching goosebumps rise.
'There,' I whispered against her cleavage, nuzzling into the valley between her mounds,'All clean for you.
' My fingers pinched her nipples ever so lightly, tugging just enough to make her gasp, the steaminess of the moment hanging thick in the air as I fought the urge to dive back in, my own need throbbing hot and insistent.
I reached for the damp cloth again, my hands trembling just a little as I gently wiped across her breasts.
Her skin was so soft under my touch, warm and yielding, and I had to force myself to keep my movements slow, careful, like I was handling something fragile that might shatter if I pressed too hard.
As I finished, I pulled back slightly and looked at her face.
She stared back at me with wide eyes, a furrow of confusion creasing her brow.
What was going through her head? Why did she look so lost, like she'd just stumbled into a dream she didn't understand?
My own mind spun with questions. Did she really not know about any of this?
The way her body had responded trembling, arching surely she felt the heat, the pull, the strange ache that built between us.
But how could she be this oblivious? How could she not tell the difference between a simple touch and the way my lips had tugged at her nipple, drawing out those soft moans?
It gnawed at me, this level of innocence.
I knew she was playful, almost childlike in her curiosity, but this?
It felt like too much, like she'd been shielded from the world in a way that left her adrift in moments like these.
It didn't sit right with me, stirring a mix of protectiveness and frustration in my chest.
Then my gaze dropped to her chest, and I couldn't look away.
Her breaths came heavy and uneven, each inhale lifting those full, soft mounds in a rhythm that mesmerized me.
Up and down they rose, the gentle swell of her breasts catching the dim light, nipples still slightly peaked from my mouth's attention.
It drove me wild, that sight my pulse thundered in my ears, heat pooling low in my gut, making my cock twitch against my pants.
I wanted to lean in again, to taste her, to lose myself in the warmth of her body.
But no, not now. We weren't ready for whatever came next.
I gently wiped her chest, making sure not to let my hands tremble...
but they did.
She was staring at me wide-eyed, breathing uneven, lips parted like she was trying to understand what just happened.
And that confused expression on her face
damn.
It shook me more than anything.
She really...
doesn't know.
She couldn't even differentiate between desire and innocence.
How is that even possible?
She's childish, yes—
soft, clueless, sheltered—
but this level of innocence?
It made something twist inside my chest...
Fear.
Possessiveness.
Guilt.
And hunger.
All at once.
Her breath hitched again
her soft curves rising and falling so fast my focus dropped straight there.
Those pretty blossoms...
the way they moved with every shaky inhale she took...
And my body reacted instantly, violently.
I clenched my jaw.
Hard.
No.
I can't let myself slip again.
Not when she doesn't understand what she's doing.
Swallowing hard, I grabbed her blouse from the edge of the bed, the fabric cool against my heated fingers.
'Here,' I murmured, my voice rougher than I intended, helping her slip her arms into the sleeves.
I buttoned it up slowly, my knuckles brushing her skin one last time, sending a jolt through me.
She was nervous I could see it in the way her lips parted, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her eyes darting away from mine.
And fuck, so was I. My heart hammered like it was trying to escape my ribs, a whirlwind of nerves and excitement churning inside.
What do I do now? Say something? Pull her close?
This was all uncharted territory for me, a virgin fumbling through sensations I'd only imagined in stolen moments alone.
God, the memory of her nipple in my mouth lingered like a drug.
The way it had hardened against my tongue, the sweet-salt taste of her skin, the soft give as I sucked gently it had pulled me under, into a haze where nothing else existed.
My body had lit up, every nerve singing, a rush of pleasure I'd never felt before flooding through me.
It was intoxicating, terrifying, making me ache with a need I didn't fully understand.
I didn't want to come back from that edge, didn't want to face the awkward silence or the questions swirling in my head.
Part of me screamed to push further, to explore what my body instinctively craved, but another part the scared, inexperienced one held back, terrified of messing it up, of hurting her or exposing how clueless I really was.
She was my first everything, and in that moment, as I finished buttoning her blouse, I felt exposed, raw, caught between wanting more and fearing I'd shatter if I took it.
Her nipple in my mouth...
the way she gasped...
the way her fingers tugged my hair like she needed more...
Hell.
I felt like I was in another world for a moment.
A world I never want to leave.
Everything was new for me too.
Touching her.
Hearing those sounds from her.
Feeling her chest respond to me...
I'm a damn inexperienced idiot
but with her...
every second feels like instinct.
I sat back, forcing a deep breath, trying to lock myself into sanity again.
She was scared... nervous... confused...
And I was no better.
My heart was hammering.
My control was hanging by a thread.
I looked at her her cheeks flushed, eyes lowered, still breathing fast.
And I knew one thing with terrifying clarity:
I want her.
Not for her innocence.
Not for the marriage.
But because she makes me feel alive in a way nothing ever has.
But I can't ruin her.
Not when she's this untouched by the world.
Not when she still doesn't know what desire means.
Not until she understands...
I already felt doomed.
Because the moment she'll be ready...
I won't be able to stop.
I sit up slowly, running my hand through my messy hair, my pulse still racing from the way she held on to me like I was safety... like I was hers.
I never wanted to stop.
That's exactly the problem.
She doesn't even know what desire is.
And I... I almost crossed the line.
I clear my throat, trying to sound normal.
"I have... a meeting. I'll be back."
The words come out rough, hesitant.
Her big innocent eyes watch me with confusion and something else... something that makes my chest tighten painfully.
I step outside immediately because if I stay, I swear I'll lose control again.
Evening air hits my skin. I try to breathe... but all I can smell is her.
Her warmth still clings to me.
I light a cigarette, hoping it will calm the storm inside.
But instead I feel strangely... incomplete.
Like a part of me is still in that room, sitting beside her.
Like I should be there, watching her smile, holding her closer.
Why does her absence feel like pain?
I pull out my phone.
"Arav," I say, voice low but firm. "I need everything about Devyani. Her home, her parents... every fucking detail."
I end the call, staring at the horizon as the sky darkens.
"I just... I need to understand her."
I need to know what life she had, what fears hide behind those eyes...
what made her so fragile yet strong enough to break my walls.
I have survived wars, power, enemies...
but this gentle girl, with her shaking voice and soft hands...
She might be the one thing
that has the power
to change me.
Forever.
My heart... it was beating so fast.
Why was it beating like this?
I pressed my palm to my chest, breathing heavily, feeling heat rush all over my face.
My legs still felt... strange... like they didn't want to stand properly.
"What was that...?"
I whispered to myself, my voice shaking.
I hurried into the washroom, locking the door quickly as if hiding from the whole world.
When I looked down...
That white... thing...
Again.
My breath caught in my throat.
"No... no no no..."
My hands started trembling.
Why is this happening to me?
I touched my cheeks they were burning.
"What if... what if I'm sick?"
The fear rising in me made tears gather.
"What if I'm going to die?"
My voice broke completely.
I remembered how my body reacted when he touched me...
when he kissed me...
And now this...
I shook my head stubbornly
"No! It must be those days! Yes! Maybe they came early!"
But when I checked...
...it wasn't that.
My panic doubled.
How can a touch make my whole body feel like fire?
How can just one moment change everything inside me like this?
I hugged my arms around myself tightly, scared of my own heartbeat.
"I don't understand anything..."
A small sob escaped.
Why am I reacting like this only with him?
Why does my chest feel heavy... and my stomach feel full of butterflies... and why—
I rubbed my eyes roughly.
"No. No thinking like that!"
But my heart didn't listen.
It kept remembering his breath... his closeness...
And that scared me even more.
Because I didn't know my own body anymore.
And I didn't know how to ask him...
Without dying of embarrassment.
My heart was thudding so loud
I thought even the walls could hear it.
I stared at that white white thing again, clutching the sink for support.
"What is this... why is this happening?"
My voice cracked.
I gasped.
A horrible realization struck my innocent brain
If this is happening to me with his touch...
then it MUST be happening to him too!
My eyes widened.
I nodded to myself like a genius.
"But... what if... what if it is something very dangerous?"
My lip trembled.
"What if... what if I am slowly dying?"
The tears finally escaped.
"I don't want to die..."
I whispered, covering my mouth to muffle the sob.
I am newly married...
I didn't even have enough time to fight properly with him...
or eat all the sweets in the world...
or see Kaizan growing up...
"Pati ji doesn't even like me fully yet...
If I die... who will love him..."
I wiped my tears aggressively.
But then my mind screamed
My cheeks burned so much
I felt like steam might come out of my ears.
"What if he thinks I'm stupid..."
I pouted.
I hugged myself tightly again, scared and confused.
"I don't want to die..."
I whispered one more time...
This white white thing was ruining her brain.
.
.
.
A single warning glare from him made every scream die instantly in their throats.
He hated noise.
He hated humans panicking around him.
Kaizan (grumbling in his head):
These humans always yell... annoying creatures. Where is my Mumma? I missed her...
His nose twitched catching a familiar scent. Smoky. Dark.
His father.
Kaizan changed direction, paws silent, and stopped in front of Rivan, who stood outside with a cigarette... expression stormy.
Rivan glanced down and the tension disappeared from his eyes for a moment.
A rare smile tugged at his lips.
He bent slightly, touching Kaizan's broad head.
Rivan:
"My son is here. Welcome back, Thakur."
Kaizan let out a small chuff soft, only for him but his eyes were searching behind Rivan.
He pawed Rivan's leg impatiently.
Kaizan:
Mumma? Where is Mumma?
Rivan sighed... shaking his head like a tired man who has already lost this battle.
"You and your mumma," he muttered. "She's inside."
Kaizan didn't even wait for permission.
He happily bolted past Rivan, claws clicking lightly as he dashed through the corridors eager, excited, tail flicking like a child seeing his favorite person.
Rivan watched him run, exhaling smoke through a half-smile.
"Mad little creature..."
But even his voice carried something softer.
Something no one ever got from Rivan Thakur.
Love.
Protectiveness.
A weakness he willingly accepted.
Because that little panther...
and the girl waiting inside...
were the only ones who had the power
to calm the monster he once thought he'd always be.
Devyani was still breathing faster than normal, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Whatever had just happened between her and Rivan...
Her mind wasn't able to understand but her heart was still racing.
Quickly, she grabbed the nearest dress a soft frock and wrapped a shawl around herself like protection.
Her fingers trembled as she fixed the last button.
Right then
a large shadow leaped into the room.
Kaizan.
Her eyes widened for a second...
then they sparkled.
"Kaliyaaaaa!!" she squealed.
The black panther froze for half a heartbeat
then ran to her with pure happiness.
"Mummaaaa!"
Devyani dropped to her knees and Kaizan instantly pushed his head into her chest, wrapping his big paws around her like a needy child.
She hugged him tight, fingers sinking into his soft midnight fur.
Kaizan licked her cheeks, her chin, her hair
telling her his own story...
That he missed her too.
Missed her touch.
Missed his Mumma.
Devyani giggled and rubbed his ears lovingly.
"Kaliya, you didn't even tell me you were coming... I was so scared these days... I needed you..."
Kaizan chuffed softly, almost protectively, eyes narrowing as if saying:
Devyani kissed his forehead.
"You're back. Now I'm not scared of anything."
Meanwhile, Rivan stood silently at the doorway... watching.
His heart did something strange
something new.
He had never seen his Kaizan like this.
Playful. Soft.
Loving someone so fearlessly.
And he had never seen Devyani laugh so freely either.
Like she wasn't afraid of the world.
Like she belonged... right here.
Rivan's fingers clenched by his side as one truth hit him:
Night draped softly over the palace when Rivan pushed open their room's door.
Kaizan had already slipped out for whatever mysterious "panther duties" he had.
Inside... Devyani had finished packing.
Every dress ironed and folded neatly.
Her new colorful bangles and Payals arranged like treasure.
Even his clothes were perfectly placed as if she had been his wife for years, not days.
Rivan walked in quietly... and then he saw her.
Hair tied loosely, tiny frown of concentration on her face... and those big eyes filled with excitement about leaving tomorrow.
He swallowed hard.
Why the hell did she always manage to look this cute?
Dangerously cute.
She turned, sensing his presence.
Both locked eyes for a moment.
But then...
Her gaze slowly dropped.
Lower.
Lower.
Directly at his most sensitive area.??
Rivan stiffened.
No way. Not again.
Not when he was finally breathing normally after the chaos of evening.
Devyani, however, was completely lost in her own thoughts.
She kept staring like a scientist observing an experiment.
Rivan cleared his throat sharply.
Once.
Twice.
No reaction.
She was still staring at his crotch like it had all the secrets of the universe.
His eyebrow twitched.
Rivan exhaled sharply and looked away before he did something very... irreversible.
He stood up suddenly.
"I'm going to shower,"
he muttered, jaw tight.
Devyani kept staring at him like a curious little scientist studying her favorite subject.
Her thoughts:
So the white must come from there... but how??
Maybe if she saw once...? ??
Rivan could feel her gaze burning holes in his back.
Without another word, he walked to the bathroom.
Big mistake.
Huge mistake.
Because Rivan Thakur...
never closes the bathroom door.
He didn't even think about it he just switched on the shower and tossed his shirt aside.
Water started running...
Steam slowly filled the room...
Rivan ran a hand through his wet hair, completely unaware of the ticking bomb outside.
Meanwhile...
Devyani stood there, clutching the shawl nervously around her.
Her mind:
The white comes only when she sees him...
That white must come from that part...
Then maybe she must check... if he is sick too! ??
"I should help him... what if he is also dying?"
Determination lit up her innocent eyes.
She tiptoed toward the bathroom like a thief
Devyani froze.
Her eyes widened to maximum capacity as she saw the bathroom door wide open.
"Haaye Daiv... yeh toh khulla hai!"
she whispered dramatically.
Her brain started whispering nonsense
"God is giving you a signal, Devyani."
"Yes Devyani, go help him."
She nodded to herself.
Mission accepted.
Slowly... very slowly...
She tiptoed to the bathroom door and peeked inside.
First thing she saw
Water running down his broad naked back...
Those powerful shoulders flexing under the shower
The muscles shifting as he moved...
His hair dripping... his skin glistening...
Her heart literally forgot its job for a second.
Devyani's mouth dropped open slightly.
"Oh... oh no... he's even more handsome when wet."
Her brain melted.
She clutched her shawl tightly.
"Devyani... this is your chance."
she whispered to herself, motivating like a soldier.
Inside the shower,
Rivan dragged a hand through his wet hair, droplets sliding down his neck and back...
He was thinking about her.
Her tears.
Her touch.
Her innocence that was ripping apart his self-control.
Rivan was enjoying the calm under the warm shower, water cascading down his broad shoulders finally some peace from his naughty-brained wife.
But peace never lasts long in his life.
Because Devyani... was Devyani.
Outside the bathroom, she puffed her cheeks, glaring at the towel tightly wrapped around his waist.
"Why is he bathing with a towel?! How will I investigate the... mystery!"
Her inner detective screamed.
And then
The door. Was. Open.
Her eyes sparkled.
"God is sending me a sign. I must help my husband."
She tip-toed inside like a cartoon thief, staring directly at the forbidden towel.
"One pull... and secret solved."
Her hand reached out
Just an inch away
About to tug
Rivan's hand shot out lightning-fast and gripped her wrist.
She froze.
He froze.
The towel... didn't freeze.
It slipped.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Devyani screamed as she panicked and jumped
Rivan tried to catch her
Both lost balance
They fell right into the bathtub together water everywhere.
Devyani was on top of him clothes soaked, eyes huge, heartbeat louder than thunder.
Rivan, jaw clenched, dripping wet, stared at the ceiling.
Devyani lay sprawled on top of him, soaking wet from head to toe
while Rivan was completely naked under her in the bathtub, water splashing around them.
Her shawl had vanished somewhere...
Her frock clung to her curves...
And she gave him the most innocent-but-not-innocent smile ever.
Rivan glared at her, jaw ticking.
Rivan looked like he was deciding whether to throw her out of the bathroom or kiss her senseless.
He leaned up slightly, their noses almost brushing.
"You really think," he murmured dangerously slow,
"you can just... peek, poke, and pull whatever you want from me?"
Devyani nodded proudly.
"Because I am your wife."
Rivan closed his eyes for a second.
Big. Mistake.
I looked down at him with big... very big curious eyes.
Why is he so handsome?
And why is he dangerously handsome when he's angry?
I was lying on him.
Inside a bathtub.
With water.
And no distance.
WHY GOD WHY?!
His eyes slowly dragged down...
And suddenly widened like he just saw a bomb.
I followed his gaze...
My eyes turned into saucers.
MY WHITE FROCK.
Completely wet.
Completely SEE-THROUGH.
My shawl...
GONE.
DEAD.
BETRAYED ME.
My heart dropped into the bathtub.
My breath caught because...
My breasts...
They looked bigger than usual??
Rounder??
Everything was visible.
The shape.
The color.
EVERYTHING.
And his eyes...
Oh god, his eyes became so dark, so hungry, so intense
that I thought lightning would strike me.
I gulped so loudly that even the water paused to listen.
No no no no
I scrambled off him like a terrified cat and rushed toward the door to run for my life.
My hands were desperately trying to cover my chest,
but they were too small for such a big job!!!
Before I could escape,
a strong, wet hand slammed the bathroom door shut with a thud.
I froze.
My breath stopped.
His body caged mine from behind...
Water dripping... heat exploding.
He leaned close, his voice deep enough to shake my knees:
"You didn't wear a bra?"
My soul left my body.
TO BE CONTINUE~??