Chapter 13 #5
I wondered if he’d ever like it. And what about my bosom?
I gulped, cupping one of my breasts. It felt big in my small hands. I remembered his size and wondered if he could cup them.
Urgh.
I shook my head and shut my eyes to return from that dark thought.
My lip needed punishment from my teeth, as it lay between them, and a gentle bite brought me back to reality.
Grabbing my blouse, I brought it close to my chest and adjusted it over my breasts before pulling the sleeves up to my shoulders. I looked at the long strings hanging from its back and groaned in frustration.
Daadi-sa wants to live her adulthood through me again.
I tried to tie the strings, but suddenly I heard a clearing of the throat, and my eyes widened in shock.
A wave of fear rippled through me, and my throat went dry as I turned toward the voice, only to realise a pair of eyes was already fixed on me. They watched from the couch in the corner, covered by darkness.
A smirk curved his lips as he leaned forward, letting the sunlight spill over his face and catch in his deep green eyes. A not-so-old memory invaded my mind.
My stomach twisted, and I felt a strange weakness in my knees as he stood up from the couch and walked toward me, taking predatory steps.
I gulped nervously, trying to speak. “Wh…what are you doing here? How long have you been… there?”
He plucked a handful of grapes from the fruit basket on the table and popped a few into his mouth.
I looked at his well-carved jaw moving as he ate the soft fruit, and tightened my fingers on the back of my blouse to keep it secured.
“Before you came inside,” he said, and I felt a churning in my lower abdomen.
“So, you’ve… been watching me… change?” I stammered, and he sat on the edge of the dressing table.
I lowered my gaze to his sweaty neck and the rolled-up sleeves of his dark blue kurta, his veins more prominent on his arms than ever before.
“Not just changing, but…” he lowered his gaze to my chest, and I felt my buds perking up, blossoming under his attention. “… you, caressing your bosom,”
I gulped, feeling timid, and looked at him as he stuffed two more grapes into his mouth, pulling them straight from the bunch. My gaze flickered between his eyes and lips.
Suddenly, he cupped my cheek and pulled me closer.
My waist pressed against his middle, and my eyes widened in shock.
But my lashes lowered as he brought his lips closer and pushed the grapes into my mouth.
Water trailed from the corner of my mouth, down to my jaw.
“Your throat seems dry,” he muttered.
I pulled back and stood frozen.
Words hung in my throat, and I lowered my gaze, feeling heat rising to my cheeks from the pit of my stomach. My eyes fell on his hand, holding his dagger. It didn’t make me feel any better.
I couldn’t help but chew and swallow the fruit.
His lips brushed against me briefly, but I couldn’t even register it properly. It was too quick.
“So, you wondered if they would fit in my hands?” he muttered in a slow, deep voice.
He pulled me closer, hooking his fingers under the hem of my blouse.
My eyes met his, and I could feel how mad he was.
I shook my head slowly.
His fingers felt rough against my skin, and the dagger’s cold metal made me feel the sting of winter, even under the scorching sun’s rays.
I gulped nervously, unable to meet his intense, penetrating gaze.
I tightened my fist on the back of my blouse and said, “How did... You come inside?”
His intimidating presence caused my voice to falter, and not to mention his deep green eyes, his clenched jaw, and the strength of his two fingers, which kept me close to him.
“Wrong thing to say,” he said, and I saw him set the bunch of grapes on the table while bringing his other hand closer to my neck.
My lashes felt heavy with the comfort of his hand on my cheek and neck, and his thumb on the side of my lips, brushing gently, pulling my face closer to his. The faded mark of the sword cut on his thumb reminded me of the moment he filled my hair partition with his warm blood.
I tilted my neck to meet his gaze as he muttered against my lips, “Try again.”
My throat felt dry; I was out of words. The sensations of our intimacy so consumed my mind that it forgot to create something sensible.
“What… are you doing here?” I stuttered, and he pulled me closer, making me shift on my feet.
My fists behind my back hurt to keep the blouse’s ends together as his knuckle between us pulled the front end of it.
He blinked, chewing his lower lip. “Wrong question. Try again.”
I felt even weaker on my knees. My body ached from being so close to him. It was too much to handle. People were waiting outside for me, but I had no idea what was running through his head.
I lowered my gaze to steady my racing heart and attempted to ask, “What do you want?”
My eyes widened in shock as he angrily pulled my face closer, forcing me to look at him.
My heart raced wildly, and I bit my lips, unsure of what to do.
I needed to ask a sensible question, but I didn’t know what, since I had never seen him angry.
I blinked nervously, looking into his eyes, then asked slowly, “Are you angry?”
His face stiffened, and he nodded, briefly, lowering his gaze.
“Why?” I asked.
He lifted his furious gaze and looked into my eyes. “My wife is considering marrying someone else without my knowledge.”
His words didn’t make me feel any better. I was already feeling bad; now it felt like sprinkling salt on my open wounds.
“Yes, because Daadi-sa doesn’t know I’m your wife.” I tried to intone, and he spun me around and hovered over me.
His legs shifted beside mine, caging me. He kept the dagger on the table, which created a soft clanking sound.
“But you know, right?” he asked, placing his palm on the small of my back.
My core pulsed. I inhaled sharply, flickering my lashes, burning under his touch. It reminded me of my first release. My mind recreated that shudder in my core as my thighs pressed together, trying not to make it noticeable to him.
“It doesn’t matter,” I managed to say.
He brought his lips near mine, making me lean back, expectantly.
“Well, in that case, your cheeks should be flushed, your eyes should be filled with hunger, and your lips should be deep red to make quite an impression on the suitor.”
His words hurt me, but the proposal behind them was pretty evident, making me gulp silently.
“I’m just doing this to avoid hurting Daadi-sa,” I explained lowly, and he leaned closer to my neck.
I closed my eyes, feeling his cheek against mine. Their warmth felt hotter than the sunlight falling on us.
“You shouldn’t be here, Kunwar Agastya,” I wobbled out my words, bringing my hands up to push him away. However, the slow, gentle movement of his palm against my back, gliding along my spine until it reached my nape, made me want to give in easily.
I didn’t know what power his touch held; it melted me at any time of day, in any condition. Maybe I had craved such a touch all my life, which made me aware of its significance.
“I know exactly where I should be,” he whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
His cologne, a blend of sweat, sandalwood, lilies, and spice, enveloped me, making me feel alive. I still remembered the sensation of his hardness against me, and the moment his lips pressed against my neck, I assumed where it would lead.
The memory of sensations rose in my mind, blurring everything except him. His lips felt soft.
He inhaled against my skin, and suddenly, a gentle pain sparkled on my skin, making me hiss. His fingers moved roughly into my messy bun, leaving my half-dried hair open in defeat.
My nipples ached, and my back arched as I anticipated his next move.
A shiver ran down my spine when he muttered slowly in my ear, “I want to feel you.”
I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion. But his sinful gaze was quite clear.
People were waiting for me, but the gentle cage of his hands felt so pleasant, I pushed that thought aside.
His gaze dropped to my lips, leaving my stomach feeling emptier. The memory of his brief touch lingered, curling my lip, digging between my teeth.
He inhaled deeply, lifted his gaze, and inched closer to my lips.
My breath caught, nearly stopping; my fist clenched on his chest, lashes pressed tight.
“I bet you want that too,” he whispered in a low, painful tone.
I pressed my thighs together, and the moment I felt his hand lowering down to the side of my midriff from my nape, I opened my eyes to look into his.
He was shielding me from the world, protecting me, and simultaneously pushing me to my limits. His rough hand slipped beneath my untied blouse, and his thumb grazed the swell of my bosom.
I inhaled deeply, my lips parted, and I couldn’t help but break eye contact to make it less overwhelming. But the moment he circled the outline of my breast and gently cupped it with his hand, I shook shatteringly.
My eyes shut tight, and I could hear my heart pounding. My knees grew weak, unable to support me anymore.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured against my cheek in his deep, resonant voice, sending fresh shivers of sensation across my skin.
I buried my face in his neck as he softly pressed himself against my chest. A soft groan escaped his lips, followed by a tender kiss on my cheek.
His thumb brushed against my swollen, firm bud, stroking it with his thumb, drawing a slow moan from me.
I had experienced nothing like this. I couldn’t believe what he was making me feel. I had completely surrendered myself to him in that moment.
But this was just the beginning; he squeezed my breast harder, making me moan helplessly.
He kissed my cheek again, more vigorously, and his other hand moved. A sharp scrape of metal echoed in the room as he picked up the dagger.
“Either my tongue or this,” his low voice brought a thunder of dizziness to my brain.
The thought of either of them seemed too destructive.
“Huh?” I probed.