Chapter 21 #3
A nerve-wracking shiver ran through my body when he parted his lips and sucked me hard.
I couldn’t help but exhale sharply.
As his lips caressed my core, I lifted half of my weight onto my feet. With his face digging deeper between my thighs, I widened my legs slightly to give him the space he so desperately needed.
“Kunwar-sa,” the words caught in my throat, and I weaved my fingers through his hair.
His hands gripped my thighs, and he drew me even closer to his mouth, making me stumble on my feet.
I clutched his hair tighter at the sensation. The way his lips curled against my sensitive flesh caused me to roll my eyes and eventually close.
“Does it feel good?” His deep, husky voice reached my ears through the haze, making me weak in my knees. I felt as if he had caged and freed me.
In this small room, behind the closed doors, his consuming presence made me breathless, and the moment the gentle caresses of his tongue were replaced by his teeth, nibbling hard, my body shook in insane anticipation.
“Don’t bite me, please,” I pleaded, yet pushed his face closer to my core desperately.
He kept sucking me, parting my legs even wider, pulling it up and putting it over his shoulder.
I felt vulnerable, being so open to being played and seduced. But his care and perfection made me feel cherished, not played.
A deep, trembly moan slipped past my lips when the soft suck geared into the deep, brutal one, determined to pull the skin completely into his mouth, nibbling it, licking it, claiming it as if it belonged to him.
“Let me taste you, Suman.” His words added an extra flavour to the art.
With my eyes closed and head tilted back, I couldn’t help but move my hips gently against his mouth.
“Yes, like that,” he muttered, and a fire lit in me, heading to shut his words.
He groaned against me, and suddenly, the wetness turned into a pool of pleasure, soaking his lips. And I broke into extreme shudders of sensations running throughout me.
I whimpered at the blinding spark of orgasm as he served me a few last gentle licks and brought me down from the high of the pleasuring mountains.
I opened my eyes to his wet lips. Nothing aroused me more than his green eyes, messy hair, and wet lips.
I tried to catch my breath, and he bit his lips, muttering, “You taste sweeter after anger.” His words brought me a timid smile, and I slid down the dress.
“That doesn’t mean you’ll always make me angry,” I said, taking a few steps away from him to slip into the lower.
He stood up, sucking his lip, cleaning them with the cuff of his wrist, and I gulped with nervousness and shame.
“What was that about?” I asked, and he chuckled, wrapping the turban around his head.
“That was me apologising,” he replied, and I furrowed my brows.
“That’s how you apologise to your brothers?”
He glared at me sharply, and I shook my head.
“That’s okay; you don’t have to answer,” I said, standing before him and asking if I looked all right.
He smiled at me and took out a fake moustache from his pocket, making me giggle.
“You have a fake moustache?”
He stepped closer, kissed my nose gently, and nodded. “Yes,”
He carefully applied it to my upper lip and pressed it to the gum. I couldn’t resist stroking my fingers closer to his lips.
“You look better as a man,” he said, and I lightly slapped his chest.
“Don’t you dare,” I glared at him, and he furrowed his brows.
“Haven’t you ever felt like you wanted to be a man?” he asked.
“Why would you think that?”
He lowered his gaze briefly and said, “Every woman I’ve met has said they would want to be a man if given the chance.”
His words made my chest feel tight, but I shook my head.
“No, I’d never want to be a man,” I began, smiling weakly.
“The way men are raised, they think they can take control of everything. They’re given the utmost advantage just because they are providers—whether it’s a home, kingdom, or finances.
They could’ve had another woman simply because they can.
They make the rules for themselves and us, and their rules are nothing but conveniences and advantages just to them.
And despite all this, they want us women to be grounded and suppressed so that no other man will touch us.
Imagine if men were raised with the right mentality; brothels wouldn’t be needed.
However, women are often blamed for their disloyalty.
They say she wouldn’t be able to fulfil his needs.
I mean, how many needs do they have? Why is it always about what they want—”
“He’s dead,” he cut me off, and I inhaled sharply, remembering that he was indeed gone.
The man who ruined all men for me had died.
“He is gone,” he said again, wrapping his arm around me.
“I know it’s been difficult. But you are brave and strong because you’ve been through what many couldn’t even imagine. ”
His words weighed heavily on my chest, and I exhaled deeply, trying to calm myself.
“We should go,” I said, pulling away, and he nodded.
“Yes, but before we leave, do your hair; hide it,” he said, and I furrowed my brows, unable to think of how I would hide my long hair.
“Maybe make a bun and wrap a turban,” he suggested, and I nodded.
I quickly made a tight bun, and he wrapped the cloth around my head.
“But you still look feminine,” he said, and I thought of his shawl that I had.
I immediately fetched it out and wrapped it around myself.
“How do I look now?” I asked, and he smiled, satisfied.
“Perfect, and your name is Eklavya, and you cannot speak,” he said.
“Why?”
He smiled, “Because you have a sweet voice that can’t be changed.” His words made sense, and I nodded.
He held my hand, and we both walked toward the door. Opening it, he stepped out first, checking to see if everything was okay.
“Come out,” he intoned, and I felt my stomach somersaulting already. I didn’t know why, but the thought of anyone finding us made me feel queasy suddenly.
I stepped outside, trying to calm my racing heart, looking around to see if someone was watching.
While watching my back as he walked forward, he bumped his head into a pole, and a soft groan escaped his mouth.
My eyes widened in shock before bursting into laughter.
He stared at me, rubbing his head, and smiled.
“I did that on purpose to make you smile,” he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh even more.
“Sometimes, you don’t even behave like a prince,” I teased.
He led me silently through the corridors, avoiding detection, replying, “Everyone is a normal human before they’re a king, prince, maid, or of any title. Life is a thousand times more beautiful when you stick to that.”
His words made me feel good, and I looked at him as he took me to the horse stable.
“Won’t the soldiers at the entrance notice us?” I asked, anxious yet thrilled, and he looked at me with a smile while untying his horse and rubbing its neck.
“I don't care,” he said, kissing the jet-black horse and stroking its forehead.
“That’s my wife,” he said to the horse, and I gulped nervously, seeing it looking at me.
It lifted its front legs, neighing lightly.
“That’s okay; she doesn’t weigh much,” he muttered in its ear. “Give me your hand,” he said, turning to me, and I moved my hand closer to him.
“Doesn’t he recognise me? I mean, you saved me,” I said, as I softly patted its forehead.
“He does, but I’m making you two friends,” I smiled and took a step closer, rubbing its forehead lovingly.
“Hey,” I muttered. “What’s his name?” I asked.
“Ashwait,” he replied.
“What a charming name, Ashwait,” I said, watching it calm at my caresses.
“Is he feeling good?” I asked, looking at him, and he nodded.
“Yes, better.”
When he pulled my hand to the side, I said, “I want to climb on my own,” glancing at the footrest hanging from the horse’s back. “How do I do it?” I asked, and he smiled as he explained.
“Hold the hair here,” he said, stroking the long hair on the horse’s upper neck.
“Okay, then?” I muttered, gripping its hair. It was not soft but firm, and its skin had a lustrous shine. I could bet that he had a good diet.
“Then, put your right foot on the footrest and climb,” he said. I gulped nervously as I placed my foot on it. It was taller than I. My legs seemed too short, and I couldn’t reach them.
He chuckled softly and muttered, “Bas ek hi swapna tha humaara ki ladki lambi honi chahiye... ab wo bhi paani me gaya,”
“I only had one dream that the girl should be tall… but that too went down the drain.”
I shot him a glare, and he chuckled, holding my waist and lifting me to climb onto the horse.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as the horse’s back shivered and it neighed. I thought I might fall, but he quickly mounted and wrapped his arm around me.
I swallowed hard, a broad, involuntary smile spreading across my face.
I’d never been out with a man, not definitely like this.
Retrieving a shawl from his little jute bag, he pulled me closer.
My back pressed against his chest as he wrapped the shawl around, enveloping us both. My head rested on his shoulder while he gently rested his chin on me.
“So, where should we head first?” He asked, and I tilted my head sideways to look at him.
“I don’t know. Wherever you want.” I said.
He pulled the horse’s reins, bringing Ashwait into motion. I clasped his wrist as we moved forward.
And suddenly, it ran.
My heart sank deeper into my guts. The world shook as he sprinted toward the main entrance. The doors were closed, and the soldiers noticed us.
They quickly got into action and opened the door.
For a moment, I thought we would crash against it, causing me to close my eyes in fear.
I tried not to scream with all my might, as I couldn’t draw attention to my girlish voice.
But the door opened with a loud, thunderous noise just in time, and we passed through.
He laughed, kissing my cheek. A frigid wind chilled my face, reminding me of a frozen pond I’d seen long ago.