Chapter 18 Agastya
She averted her gaze and swallowed quietly, shaking her head. “What will I do staying here?”
Her sweet voice warmed my heart. I didn’t know what was happening to me. It felt as if I were finally at peace.
Ever since I matured, I have constantly run away from one thing to another. But I wanted time to stop with her to hear more.
“Maybe we could talk or sleep,” I suggested, gulping.
“Like the way we were just…” she pointed her chin toward the bed, reminding me of what we did a few moments ago.
I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my smile as I shook my head. “Um… this time it’s real sleeping, I promise,” I said, and she nodded.
“Okay,” she said as she sat on the bed beside me, giving me a slight smile.
“What?” I asked, and she shook her head timidly.
I was feeling warmth in my face, too.
I didn’t know, but I felt incredibly sleepy until she entered the room since I hadn’t slept for two days. However, the moment my eyes landed on her, it felt like I could sleep my whole life away, yet I knew this moment would never happen again.
“Lie back,” she said. I looked at her, leaning closer, her fingers wrapping around my wrist. “You look tense,” she added in a serious tone, pulling me closer.
Her movements revealed a slight tremor as she cupped my cheek while lying beneath me. Her eyes glistened with hope as she drew my face closer.
I surrendered, closing my eyes, and positioned my elbows on either side of her chest, enveloping her.
Our foreheads touched, and I could hear her slightly quickened breathing. The nervousness was palpable, yet she relaxed when I pressed my lips to her nose. The warmth of her face returned after a long pause.
I leaned closer to the curve of her neck, nuzzling, and felt her fingers running through my hair. With our chests touching, I pulled the comforter up to our shoulders.
“Your scent is cosy and alluring,” I murmured against her neck, and I heard her take a deep breath. This made me kiss her softly on the side of her neck.
“Does it feel good?” she muttered slowly, and I couldn’t help but smile lazily.
“It does,” I whispered, feeling her fingers tugging at my curls, stretching them out and leaving them to bounce playfully.
“You have long hair,”
Her words made me smile. “Really? Longer than yours?” I asked playfully, earning a chuckle from her. I could feel her chest vibrate against mine.
“You wish,” she muttered.
She was soft. I couldn’t feel her bones. She wasn’t thin, but her waist was slim. She had a small tummy. Her thighs were thick, making her even more attractive as she walked.
“No, I don’t wish,” I whispered against her skin, and she spoke slowly.
“Suniye,”
I melted at that. A broad smile stretched my lips.
“Haaye…”
I couldn’t hold back my happiness.
“Once again,” I retorted softly, sensing her shyness in the silence.
She hesitated initially, but eventually gave in.
“Suniye,”
I pressed my lips against her lower jaw.
She pulled my hair lightly, making me groan in pain.
“Don’t bruise me,” she exclaimed, and I did nothing but press my lips even harder against her jaw, sucking her skin deeply.
She pulled my hair tighter and tried to move her neck away.
“Kunwar Agastya, Nandani will notice,” she muttered and paid no heed, biting her neck even harder, causing her to whimper in pain.
Her voice spun my thoughts in circles.
“I hate you for this. You are a terrible husband,” she hissed, and I raised, meeting her eyes.
Her lashes flickered between my eyes and lips, and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.
“And what exactly do you want in your good husband?” I asked as she lowered her gaze from my hair.
Her attention shifted to my right ear, and she brought her index finger closer to it, tracing its outline.
Gulping, she murmured, “I just want you to be happy and healthy, always.” And gently pulled my face closer to hers.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips against mine. I could feel a soft tremble as she parted her lips and tried to suck mine. I gave in, closing my eyes, too. Tilting her face sideways, she adjusted her lips and grabbed my lower lip between hers.
My mind went fuzzy, and I couldn’t stop myself from sucking her upper lip.
It was a slow, passionate rhythm of our mouths moving against each other, tasting each other. I could feel the buried demands resurfacing as she sucked hungrily.
Gasping, she pushed me away. Timidity veiled her eyes, but desire consumed her thoughts. She kissed me after a lingering look at my lips.
I couldn’t believe how hungry she was.
“This way, I’ll end up fucking you hard, Suman,” I warned her, pausing briefly.
Frustration layered over her as she muttered, shaking her head, “No, you wouldn’t,”
And she pressed her lips against mine again. But this time, she nipped my lower lip, scraping her teeth against mine, making my entire body shiver as she drew out blood.
I groaned into her mouth. My hand immediately moved to her and gripped her tightly at the nape.
She moaned in frustration as I noticed the blood on her lips. My breath quickened, and I pressed my thumb against her lips, resting my forehead over hers.
“You are dead; you’re so fucking dead,”
Brushing the blood off her lips, I grabbed her neck. She rolled her eyes in response.
One night with her, and she had made me insane.
“What do you want, Suman?” I asked in a slow whisper, but she bit my thumb.
“I don’t know,” her voice sounded the most seductive I had ever heard, and her gaze was shy and submissive, yet it dominated me.
For a man, submission is the most satisfying reward, but not everyone deserves it.
But somehow, this woman could make me beg for her.
She looked in dire need. Her pleading eyes were evidence of it.
I kissed her cheek first, then her forehead. I could understand her, but it wasn’t right yet.
She wrapped her arms around me tightly, and I hugged her as firmly. Her breath came in heavy heaves.
“It’s okay, I understand,” I whispered into her ear.
She kissed my cheek, and I slowly lowered my hand to her thighs. Pulling her skirt up, I moved my leg between hers, pressing my thigh against her. She immediately responded by squeezing her thighs together, rubbing against me slightly.
I lifted my face to look into her eyes. She appeared confused as I pressed my thigh lightly against hers.
Her mouth opened wide, her eyes following suit. A faint smile appeared on her lips, and I nodded slightly, encouraging her to rub against my thigh.
Her fingers tightened around my neck, and the other gripped my upper arm. She ground her hips slowly, her eyes shut, and her head tilted back.
Soft, throaty moans flowed from her lips as she picked up the pace gradually.
I lay frozen, allowing her to earn it herself.
Her moans deepened, bringing a proud smile to my face. Her orgasm approached, and she dug her nails into my neck, clutching the mattress with the other hand, holding the bedsheet tighter in her fist.
Pressing her thighs tighter, she picked up the pace.
Her breathing became wildly uneven, and I felt her heartbeats slowing to a stop.
She moaned more intensely, her brows knitted together.
Her jawline looked edible, her mouth wide open, and as she exploded, her heart thudded loudly against my chest.
Her whole body was visibly shivering, and she panted heavily, biting her lips. A few more shudders subsided as she slowly came down from the arousal.
I shifted my thighs away from her legs and allowed her to draw closer to me.
A shy smile formed on her face as she nestled into my chest.
I let her rest comfortably and held back from saying anything that might make her uneasy. She was confused, I could tell, as she let her body take control this time.
After a long pause of silence, she muttered against my chest. “It’s wild,”
I smiled and kissed her forehead. “It’s just the beginning, Sumanika ji.”
She chuckled, and I slid to lie beside her, allowing her to rest peacefully.
She rested her face on my chest and closed her eyes. “I am sleepy now.”
“I’m glad,” I muttered in response.
She gave my chest a light slap, and I closed my eyes, stroking her arm.
In her warm embrace, I fell asleep faster than I had expected. It felt like I hadn’t slept that peacefully in a long time.
I woke from a deep sleep with a vision of a river in my subconscious. It was still dark, and I found her sleeping with her face turned away from me.
Shifting slightly, I wrapped my arm around her and adjusted the comforter, pulling her closer. She inhaled deeply in her sleep, and I gently kissed her shoulder before returning to sleep.
But before I could drown deep in the mind-numbing haze, she stretched her arms wide and turned her face toward me.
I opened my eyes lazily and looked at her, blinking sleepily.
Pressing my lips against her forehead, I pulled her closer, but she placed her hand on my chest, pushing me away.
“Kunwar-sa,” she yelped, making me open my eyes. I exhaled deeply, watching her sit up.
Her long, wavy hair danced against my chest as I hummed. “Hmm?”
She remained silent momentarily as she gathered her hair and twisted it into a loose bun. Her back looked so attractive, I couldn’t help but sit up to kiss her nape.
“I should go now,” she muttered, turning back to me and kissing my cheek softly.
“Can you just stay here?” I asked sleepily, and she shook her head.
“No, I need to work now,” she replied.
I inhaled deeply in frustration and lay back on the bed. “What work?”
She looked at me, adjusting her dupatta over her chest.
“Your bhabhi-sa will wake up soon, and I have to get ready before she—or anyone—wakes up,” she explained, and I immediately pulled her closer.
Her eyes widened in shock, and I realised I didn’t like her working for anyone anymore.
“What?” she huffed.
I cupped her cheek, saying, “Give me just two months, and then you won’t have to leave my bed.”
Her face registered shock as she stumbled over her words. “What? What are you going to do?”
I brushed my lips against hers.
“I’ll tell everyone how you bit my lips last night,” I teased, and her face turned red before she stepped down from the bed.
“No, I didn’t,” she protested.
A wide smile stretched across my face. “Oh! Are we playing that game right now, Half-wife?” I said, and she glared at me.
“Oh! What are you talking about? Did you dream about something, half-husband?” She replied, mocking cluelessness, and I grabbed her dupatta.
She sighed in frustration and stepped back, saying, “Keep it.”
I watched her walk away, grabbing the shawl from the couch and wrapping it around herself.
“Suman,” I called slowly, and she turned back to look at me.
“Ji,”
“Now, the bruises count to three. Beware.”
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