Suman
"I do not care. I need this night with you, only you,"
He said in a slow and deep voice, and I felt a tightness in my lower abdomen.
"But, I cannot stay here for the night,"
I tried to say, and he cupped my cheek, making my lips pout, and shook his head.
"I do not care. You are staying here with me. That's it,"
His words made me feel timid a little more. I was already feeling dizzy and childish in his arms. The attendees had seen us, too. I did not know what was going to happen to us now. There could be rumors about us. And he did not care about them.
“ But what if someone gets to know?"
I tried to ask slowly, and he leaned in closer and pecked my lips for a moment, making me widen my eyes with shock.
"Let them know,"
He stated and then, after a slight pause, asked.
"Do you want to get inside the bedroom?"
His words reminded me of a few unholy things we did this week. First, he made me feel him, not just his warmth, but his length, hardness and thickness and made me release with the movements in his lap, and then did something I could not even put into words.
The memories alone managed to blush my cheeks and made me nervously lower my gaze.
"Umm, you said... that you... want me to be...na... I mean, you said that next time you... I mean, I need to be naked... in your bed,"
I tried to speak. My voice came out breaking, and he brought his lips closer to mine, making me sink deeper into his left arm, trying to find some space to escape. But he did not let me do anything but listen to his flirtatious Agastya-coded words.
"You can if you want to. It will be amazing to feel your naked presence in my empty bed,"
I gulped nervously and pushed him away a little to stand up.
But he stopped me by holding my wrist. The bangles in my wrist broke with the sudden hold, and he pulled me closer unapologetically. I fell into his lap and felt a shiver run down my spine. My cheeks turned warm, warmer than the fire could ever make.
His hand kept holding my wrist while his gaze looked deeper into mine. The war seemed dangerous. The deep green orbs, having the reflection of flames of fire, looked devilish, even more than a devil itself. There was no glimpse of regret in them for breaking my bangles but a shade of pride.
"Apologize,"
I muttered, trying to pull my hand out of his tight hold. His gaze lowered to my lips, and he gulped, looking at me. The noticeable bone in his neck fell for a mere moment when he swallowed his saliva. It made me weak and desirously itchy in between my legs.
The vision of him licking my cheeks clean after wettening them with my own juices occupied my mind, reminding me how much he was capable of bringing me to my own knees for him.
His gaze softened for a moment, and he muttered.
"Only on one condition,"
I sucked on my lips.
"What condition?"
I managed to ask.
"Come to my bedroom, have dinner and spend the night with me,"
He finished in a slow voice, and I lowered my gaze, feeling timid with the mention of 'spending the night with him'.
"A night?"
My voice fumbled a little. I was not ready for it, not yet, at least.
And, he took a slight pause.
"Not just the night but a life,"
A smile appeared on my face all of a sudden, and I looked at him, looking back at me with the fake innocence dripping off his face.
"Please,"
He muttered with a puppy face, and I nodded, melting with his slow request.
He smiled a little and helped me stand up. I looked at him, collecting the broken pieces of my bangles, and suddenly, he lifted me in his arms.
My eyes widened with shock.
"Kunwarsa,"
He smiled a little and muttered, taking me inside the bedroom.
"ji, ika ji, kya hukum hai aapka?"
"Ji, ika Ji, what is your order?" He asked slowly, and I felt my cheeks blushing harder.
"I cannot order you," I tried to say, and he brought my face closer and rubbed his nose against mine.
"You know if you are married to a Prince, you are not less than a Princess, and I should make you feel like one," His words made me smile timidly, and he dropped to my feet slowly after entering the room.
I looked at him, drawing his bedroom curtains to announce privacy. The attendees would not walk inside after seeing the drawn curtains, even if anything would happen to the world outside.
I stayed silent and watched him walking towards the couch, asking me. "Come here, ika Ji,"
I bit on my lips and strolled after him towards the couch, trying to hide my smile. He signalled me to sit with him, and I gave in without a war.
He had won. Already. Way before I could know.
As I sat down, he shifted closer and looked at me.
"Was that man good?" He asked in a slow voice, and I gulped silently, not knowing what to answer. And I shook my head slowly.
"The only man I have ever known is Kunwar Agastya Dev Singh. No man would ever be good as much as he is good to me. So, he was not," I could not stop myself from saying it. His lips spread into a slight smile.
And it was the truth that no one could change for me. There were hundreds of men as I lay on the pyre, waiting to be burned alive, but he was the only man, the true man, present there.
"You know, you do not have to say that. That was what was needed at that moment," He stated, pulling the plate.
“ And you could have made it so I don ’ t exist anymore. But here I am, in your chamber, on your couch, watching you have your dinner and seeing you taste something I didn ’ t know existed in my body.”
His gaze lowered, and he bit his lip. “ You know you ’ re making me crave my sweetness again.” His lips were captivatingly wet and sweet in that moment. The teeth pressing against them flooded me with butterflies in my stomach, and his words made me blush.
I quickly averted my gaze, realizing what my thoughts focused on.
He was enslaving me. I fisted my hands on my skirt. His absence had always made me feel tempted to him even more. After waiting for him madly and insanely for days, it felt like having your favorite thing.
“ Your absence hurts me,” I managed to say, and he briefly closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
“ I ’ m sorry. I didn ’ t want to go either,” he muttered slowly, tearing off a bite of food.
“ Then why are you leaving so often if it ’ s not that bad? I didn ’ t even know you would leave after that... between us,” I tried to say, and he looked at me with a weak smile.
“ I just wanted to see you before I left. I ’ m really sorry if it seemed like I used you for my pain or something else. I didn ’ t come to you for that; I just… wanted to be with you. Like, lock your image in my heart,” he stammered slowly, his words fumbling as I watched his clenched hands resting on his thighs. My brows furrowed with concern at his altered expressions.
I reached out to hold his hand. It felt cold—a strange contrast after we had just warmed up by the fire.
“ What ’ s wrong?” I managed to ask, and he looked at me with worried eyes. There was a slight pause before he muttered, “ Everything.”
I lowered my gaze, recalling our first conversation after our unfinished wedding.
"Elaborate," I asked, and he smiled all of a sudden.
“ I ’ m dying to kiss you. That ’ s the biggest problem. Then I wonder what it would feel like to be fed by you. The most complicated issue is figuring out how I ’ ll maintain my boundaries while being intimate with you.” His words made me roll my eyes and sigh deeply.
He could never be serious.
But, above all, I could make him feel what it would be like to be fed by me.
I smiled, turned to him, and scooted closer, bringing the plate nearer to me.
Tearing the bite, I reached out my hands to him, causing him to pull his face back slightly. My brows furrowed in confusion.
"Chakhke batao, jehar hua to?"
“ Taste it first; what if it ’ s poisoned?”
I gritted my teeth, took that bite, and shook my head. "Nahi hai jehar, laadle kunwarsa, aap kha sakte hai,"
“ Not poisoned, darling Kunwarsa, you can have it,” I said, and he chuckled softly before taking the next bite.
“ You are so sweet through and through,” his words suddenly created a knot in my stomach. My breath caught for a moment. How could he be both dirty and innocent at the same time? Mostly cute.
I offered another bite, but he shook his head. “ Recheck the poison,” and I shook my head this time. “ This won ’ t work again. I ’ m full,” I attempted to say, and he took the bite this time and cupped my cheek with his other hand.
"You know I am not the sweet husband type who would always obey you. I know how to force," He said, gently pushing the bite into my mouth. I hadn ’ t realized that I felt hurt by the word ‘ Force. ’ It brought back memories of my dead husband, and he immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“ I am so sorry, . I didn ’ t mean that. I am so sorry,” he said, wrapping his arm around me. I shook my head, smiling weakly, and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Just don ’ t say that again," I managed to say slowly, and he nodded.
"I ’ m sorry. I ’ ll keep that in mind," he said, and I looked.
"And don ’ t ever force yourself on me," I added slowly, and he shook his head.
"Never. I don ’ t need to force you; I can look into your eyes, and you ’ ll give in easily." His lips curved into a smile as I slapped his thighs, hiding my face in his neck for a moment. I began feeding him again, and I could feel just how hungry he was.
"You look so hungry," I said, and he nodded.
"Yes, the last time I ate was before I saw you. I didn ’ t get a chance to eat anything," he said, and I looked at him with suspicion.
"What do you mean?" I asked, and he immediately looked at me, shaking his head slightly.
“ Uh, I mean… I don ’ t like eating anything anywhere except at home,”
I gritted my teeth a little. "Lies,"
He shook his head. “ No, that ’ s the truth,” he tried to say, and I looked at him silently for a moment. He was hungry, and if he was hiding something, I needed to give him time to decide. I shouldn ’ t distract him from his dinner.
I nodded, convincing him that I believed him. “ Okay,”
I continued feeding him, bite after bite, and felt his lips brushing against my finger all the time. It felt slightly uncomfortable the first few times, but this man had tasted something of mine. So, nothing could be more embarrassing than it.
He finished eating, and I got up from the couch to wash my hands. He also stood up to walk toward the bed. I lay on his chest and called to me. ","
I gulped nervously, watching him wait for me, and inhaled deeply. "Ji, my head is hurting," he said, and I bit my lips.
"You should sleep then, and I should go," I tried to say, and he immediately stood up from the bed and gave me a discreet look.
He strolled toward me with giant strides, and I blinked silently, watching him. His gaze softened slightly at the sight of me, and he muttered slowly, “ I can do anything you want if it means you ’ ll stay with me.”
His slow, deep voice reminded me of the options he offered me the other day, one of which was the 'Tongue.' I lowered my gaze timidly and turned away from him, closing my eyes to calm myself.
"Umm, but you ’ re tired and should rest. Someone might find us, you know," I managed to say as I felt him moving closer behind me. My eyes widened when I sensed his hands touching the sides of my waist, slowly wrapping around my belly. His chest warmed my back, and I felt his face lean into the base of my neck.
His words made me feel weak in my knees.
“ Do you want me to beg you to stay here for a night, dear wife?” The mention of ‘ wife ’ made me close my eyes and surrender in no time. Yes, I was his wife. No one could change that fact. And no matter how wrong it was for people, society, and the world, I was his wife.
And it did not feel wrong. Nothing at all. Still afraid.
“ No,” I replied. I didn ’ t want him to beg me, now or ever. His command was sufficient, but his request felt like an order to me.
I closed my eyes, feeling his lips brush against my neck as he kissed my skin gently for a change. He pulled me closer and held my hand, guiding me toward his bed and hovering over me, prompting me to lean back in anticipation as he sat down on the bed and settled beneath me at the end.
I gulped nervously, and his next move brought me peace amid the chaos. He leaned in closer and kissed my forehead. “ We ’ re just sleeping tonight, nothing more,”
A smile suddenly spread across my face, and he stepped aside, allowing me to feel at ease lying in his bed.
I saw him lying in bed next to me. My chest rose with each breath I took and fell with every exhale. My stomach felt fluttery. My fingers knit over my waist, stopping the trembling.
And I watched him silently shift onto one side, resting his head on his elbow for support as he looked into my eyes.
I knew we had shared some intense and heated moments, but this felt more captivating and exhilarating than those. Because when he thrust his dagger into me, my mind spun, and my body resonated with each thrust, creating its own melodies. And when he placed me in his lap and awarded me the very first act of pleasure in my life, I was too shocked to react. But this was entirely different. My mind was not dizzy; my body was not heated enough to have a mind of its own. There was peace, silence, and time to capture these moments for life.
The chamber was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by a few fire torches in the corner and a lamp on the table by the couch that was burning softly. The curtains at the entrance of the bedroom and the windows were drawn tight. It was past midnight, and the chaos along with the distinct sounds of attendees walking, soldiers, and gossiping had quieted down completely.
The silence thickened the seasonally cold night air, making his normal breathing audible. From a distance, the voices of the insects and crickets dripped into our ears.
I pulled my knees up, feeling a bit self-conscious about my waist being visible amid the dupatta tucked into the side of my skirt.
His gaze was intense as it held mine. The dark green ocean was pulling me deep into a surreal world where the chance of anyone intruding on our peaceful life was slim—very slim.
I gulped nervously as I noticed his gaze drop to my lips and linger there. The tightness in my heart intensified slowly as I waited for him to look away. However, the warmth of my cheeks transformed into heat—the heat from a lover ’ s gaze, innocent yet sinful. Loving but dangerous.
My stomach tightened under his unbroken gaze, and a subtle nervous thrill coursed over my skin. My breathing was uneven as I noticed his gaze fixed on my lips. He continued staring until I bit the inside of my lower lip out of nervousness.
He inhaled deeply suddenly, his cheeks turning darker. He lifted his gaze to look at me, a cloud of questions visible in his eyes.
My heart sank to a new low, lost in his fresh darkness of green, mesmerized by his warm glow, soothing my body and soul from just inches away.
My gaze fluttered shyly as he moved a bit closer. His palm brushed my head with a gentle caress, and I gazed at his face, hovering above me.
The pause was agonizing. My toes curled in anticipation. His gaze fell to my lips again, and the rough yet gentle embrace of his palm on the top of my head felt like the most comforting thing I had ever experienced.
I gulped nervously and tried to speak. “ Someday, someone will see us,” my voice came out low, and he responded in his slow, deep voice.
“ We aren ’ t doing anything wrong,” the word ‘ wrong ’ hung heavily on my breath.
“ Hnn?” The words stuck in my throat. I was too stunned to speak, waiting for him to walk down the last few centimeters to lift me for the flight to my heavenly, pleasurable abode.
But his devilish grin fumigates impatience into me.
A slow chuckle followed, and I couldn ’ t help but push him away, causing him to burst into laughter.
“ Tell me you ’ re thinking what I ’ m thinking,” he laughed, and I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
“ No, I ’ m not thinking what you ’ re thinking,” I said, feeling his hand on my stomach. His fingers brushed my waist through the thin fabric before he looked at me. My cheeks flushed when he spoke. “ You can tell me how you ’ re feeling. I ’ m your husband,”
A timid smile appeared on my face at hearing the word ‘ husband ’ from him. “ I will, if I feel anything,” I said slowly, and he shifted closer again, resting his head on his elbow.
“ So, how was your day?” he asked slowly, and I realized he had a habit of asking me this.
I intertwined my fingers with his and rested my hand on top of his. The feel of his skin sent a tingling sensation across my waist, and I nestled closer, burying my face in his neck. Nothing felt more comforting than his cologne after a long day at work. There was the home where I was born, then the home where I got married, and finally, the home where I tried to forget everything and move forward to live my life in peace. But this sanctuary of his arms felt more beautiful than heaven.
He was the devil who could kill for me. He was the lord who could protect me from any devil. I felt free with him. He never made me feel bad about myself. He was different from others. Even before our marriage, he never made me uncomfortable. I had never seen him flirting with anyone or making anyone around him feel uneasy.
"Hey," He muttered, and I felt his hand sliding along the curve of my waist, gradually pulling me closer. He pressed his back against the bed and lifted me slightly to lie on him. His hand wrapped around me as I rested my head on his chest.
It was hard yet comforting. He placed his hand on my head for a few moments to soothe my slight uneasiness.
I closed my eyes and felt him pulling the comforter up to cover us both. His hand began to caress my head, and I sensed my breathing calming down, moment by moment.
“ Do you see your parents?” he asked slowly, and I opened my eyes, feeling a slight stiffness in my teeth at the mention of my ‘ parents. ’ I shook my head and sensed his hand gently working through my loose braid.
“ Why not?” he asked in a slow voice. I lifted my gaze and pressed my chin against his chest, meeting his eyes.
“ You know, when a girl is born, her parents view her as someone who belongs to someone else. They raise her with everything they have, teach her life ’ s lessons, prepare her for her future, and keep reminding her that once she leaves her house for her husband ’ s, the door to her home will close forever,” I said, feeling his fingers gently touch the back of my head and his thumb caress my cheek near my ear.
"Hmm," he hummed as I inhaled deeply.
"They never cared about me after my marriage. It was their dream to send me off to my husband's home, and then they didn't even ask if I was dead or alive,"
His thumb gently caressing my cheek stopped me from crying.
“ Then?” he asked, and I gulped.
“ I couldn ’ t escape him for the first three months. I was terrified. Death seemed preferable to me. You know, I was young when I got married and…” I took a brief pause.
“ You can tell me anything. I know everything,” he muttered slowly and wrapped his other hand around me as well, sending an extra wave of comfort my way.
“ I was always scared of menstruation,” I chuckled softly. “ I wouldn ’ t even stand up, fearing that I might get blood stains on my clothes, and that would be embarrassing.”
He smiled weakly as he listened to me. I felt his fingers at the end of my braid, gently brushing it.
“ And after spending the first night with him, I realized that my fear was nothing compared to it. Since that day, I was afraid of the nights. I couldn ’ t even watch the sun setting in the west. Day after day, the terror became my ultimate reality,” I managed to say. My voice broke a little as I looked at his stiff face and noticed his fingers playing with my thoughts, unknowingly untangling the knots in my mind.
He stayed silent, and I sucked on my lips, unable to control myself.
"He hurt me beyond repair. After fucking me, he would not even ask if I needed a glass of water, or I wanted to... cuddle, or I needed a break. And if I tried to say that I needed a break, he would just start saying that it would only take a few moments,” My breathing grew heavy as I recalled the painful memory, but he continued to caress my cheek and said nothing.
“ You know, once I was cooking for his family. It was daytime, and I was alone in our small house when he returned from work. I was kneading the dough, my hands messy with flour, and I saw him walk in through the door. By then, I had become familiar with his expressions. The way he looked at me was telling. I tried to ignore him and started kneading the dough faster, wanting to escape and head towards the cow shed to feed them. But he stepped closer, removing his shirt. Tears stung my eyes, and a few drops fell into the flour,” I paused, feeling breathless, and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, holding me close to his chest.
“ You don ’ t have to say it,” he muttered. I closed my eyes, and my voice trembled.
“ He held my hand and… pushed me against the wall, lifting my skirt,” I burst into tears. “ Then, he bent me forward and took me from behind. My cheek was bruised against the wall. I… I went numb, and when he finished, I fell to my knees, half fainting,”
“ ,” he muttered, kissing my forehead. Tears fell from my eyes continuously as I spoke in my hoarse voice.
“ But I had to finish kneading the dough, watch over the boiling milk, finish cooking the vegetables, and make chapatis for his family,”
My heart ached immensely, and I clenched my fist tightly on his chest.
"Why did you not meet me before?"
I broke into a flood of tears and lifted my eyes to look at him.
“ I swear, if it had been you, I would have hugged the flames with a smile on my face,”
He cupped my cheek and shook his head, inhaling deeply. “ Never, for me or anyone; life is never worth giving up,” he muttered, kissing my forehead and cheek before hugging me tightly. My face nestled into his neck, and I felt more at ease in his arms.
The tears ceased as he gently caressed my back. My hair fell to one side, which he prevented from falling back further. “ You undid my braid,” I said with a slow chuckle and a tear, and he shook his head.
“ Um, I ’ m really sorry, I was just combing your hair,” his slow voice made me look at him, and I gulped silently. He smiled weakly at me and added, “ I promise I will never ask you to do anything for me after we make love. You can rest,” He chuckled, and I instantly erupted with soft laughter, playfully slapping his chest.
“ That wasn ’ t the moral of the story,” I said, and he furrowed his brow. “ It wasn ’ t?”
I shook my head with laughter. “ No, it was not. “ My smile now hurt, so I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek against his chest. He silently brushed my hair, caressed my head, and spoke slowly.
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"Hn?" I asked, feeling his other hand caressing my jaw.
"Can I tell you something, and you won't judge me?" he asked as I opened my eyes to look at him.
"Never," I replied. He sucked on his lips slightly before I continued,
"Umm, I know we have choices in life, but we have shortcuts for everything." His words created thin lines on my forehead, evidence of my confusion.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He closed his eyes for a moment, shifted slightly, pushed me off his chest, and said, "Um, I can't tell you like that."
I sat up, listening to him, and looked at him as he turned his face away from me, put his feet on the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You don't have to tell me about your life. It's not my place to know, and your comfort is paramount. If something is hurting you, you don ’ t have to share it," I tried to say as I knelt silently behind him. He shook his head. His soft curls looked mesmerisingly beautiful that late at night as he said,
"I want to tell you. I mean, you know you can leave me after this, reject me. There's no foundation. I ’ m sure that man, or any man, would be a thousand times better than me. Also, I ’ ll keep an eye on him so he ’ ll never hurt you, but you must know this is your choice. I know you've never been given an option before, but I want to offer you one. I want you to decide for yourself. You ’ re not sixteen anymore. You're older, much more intelligent, and more mature than before. You know people now. All of this is... maybe a pull or attraction; I'm not sure yet. But I believe you deserve much more than this. I'm not the man you think I am, and I'm not. I ’ m not like my brothers, who saved themselves for their wives. I'm not an ideal husband. I prioritize the Kingdom above anyone else. I can kill without thinking twice, blood doesn ’ t frighten me, fire doesn ’ t scare me. I could die for our Kingdom without a second thought, ," he said. I felt a lump in my throat, unable to respond. My fingers felt slightly colder as I listened to him, and I didn ’ t know what to say.
"I've done things that are unethical," he muttered slowly, and I lowered my gaze.
“ I have done things a woman wouldn ’ t want in her husband. That ’ s why I am saying, I am saying that you can leave if you want. I mean, that man is great, and… he will keep you happy.” His words stumbled, and his voice became hoarse. I couldn ’ t help but shift closer to him and hug him from behind. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I pressed my head against his neck.
"I don ’ t want to marry him. Don ’ t I have any say in who I choose to marry or not if I have a choice?” I managed to say, and he touched my arm silently.
“ ,” he breathed, falling silent for a few moments.
“ I was just fifteen,” his voice broke slightly, the tremor evident. I shut my eyes. Nothing could touch me.
“ Um, Rudra Bhaisa was twenty-two and practicing celibacy at that time, while Ranvijay Bhaisa was our Guruji ’ s favorite student. He had appointed him as his assistant to teach other students as well. I always felt like a lost cause; I was intelligent but mostly distracted. Until then, I had been living with both of them, but Rudra Bhaisa then went to Suryagarh to work as the personal guard for the former King, who was our uncle, the elder brother of our father, while Ranvijay Bhaisa stayed with Guruji.” He paused slightly, and I noticed him scratching his fingers.
“ We were out of the money that our Maasi-maa earned for us, and at that time, I had just finished my fencing and war training. Like the basics, the advanced training provides actual war experience. Then, I began working as a soldier in one of the kingdoms. Since I was just fifteen, I was assigned to serve under the married princess of this kingdom. She was in her thirties—neither very young nor too old—and had two children; I didn ’ t know them and never had the chance to. You know, while standing outside her chamber, I learned about the activities in the bedroom. However, they mainly involved fighting, yelling, and something else happening between them.” He paused, and I opened my eyes and remained still, listening to him silently.
“ You slept with that married princess?” I asked slowly, and he took a deep breath.
"Well, you made it easy for me," he said in a slow voice. I shifted a little to sit beside him, lowering my legs to the floor and holding his hand.
“ Did she force you?” I tried to ask, and he furrowed his brows.
"I was not very mature to know what was forcing. But, she was attractive; she used to call me inside when she was changing, you know, like helping her to tie her blouse, and she used to do such things. The Prince was outside for some tour or visit, and they used to live alone in this small state like it was under some bigger Kingdom," He muttered, and I nodded.
"Oh, then?" I asked slowly, and he smiled slightly, listening to me.
"Then, one day, she asked me to strip naked for her, like as some prize. I felt bad, but she argued that I had seen most of her, so I should show myself. That day, she laid me under her, and it happened. She rode me. When it happened, a few times, I tried to ask why she was doing it. Her husband was good. She said something that I did not know. She said that she also loved her husband, but at a certain age, love fades away, and things come down to needs. The husband wants a wife to run the home, and the wife wants her husband to do the outside work. And she said that her husband cannot satisfy her," He muttered in a slow voice, and I smiled a little.
“ Well, don ’ t worry; I wouldn ’ t want our first time to be like that, with me riding you,”
He burst into slow laughter. “ That was not the moral of the story,” he said, looking at me as I furrowed my brows.
“ It was not?” I asked, and he shook his head. “ No, it was not,” I smiled as he held my hand.
“ I ’ m afraid I wouldn ’ t make a good husband. The girl I liked called me a manwhore, and you deserve better, , seriously,” he said, inhaling deeply as I looked at him.
I lowered my gaze to our intertwined hands and brought his hand closer to my cheeks. He gulped, looking at me, and I said, “ With my experience, I know what a man ’ s touch is, and I can bet your touch is something that doesn ’ t exist in any other man. You might convince me to marry someone else, but I wouldn ’ t be afraid of his touch; there ’ s no guarantee of it. Don ’ t worry; I don ’ t want to stay with you if you don ’ t want to,” I tried to say, and he immediately pulled me closer, shaking his head.
“ It ’ s not like that,” he shifted slightly, pulling his leg up, and I couldn ’ t help but slide into his lap, spreading my legs apart. My breathing quickened.
“ Then why do you want to push me away?” I tried to ask, and he replied, “ Because you deserve someone better.” I gulped and cupped his cheek, saying, “ I just want to ask you one thing.”
“ Anything.”
"Will you leave me for any other woman?"
"Over my dead body,"
That was it.
“ Then, I choose you in every situation,” I exclaimed, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, flipping me down onto the bed with a swift motion.
My eyes widened with shock, and he brought his lips dangerously closer to mine in a mere moment.
“ I ’ ve never kissed anyone. Do you want to take the lead?” he asked slowly, and I gulped nervously.
"Me?" I questioned, and he nodded.
I sucked on my lips and tried to ask. "Um, I think I have bad breath,"
He shook his head.
"It's okay. I have tasted something used to make a man obsessed with a woman, so bad breath would not affect it.” His words flushed my cheek, and I looked into his eyes. I brought my trembling fingers close to his cheek and looked at his lips. They were full and dark pink, and I gently brushed my thumb on them before lifting my face a little and pecking them momentarily.
I immediately looked into his eyes with confusion. Did he like it?
And he smiled a little.
“ My turn,” he murmured, leaning in closer to press his lips against mine. Our noses touched, and I felt his hand wrap around my waist, bringing him closer to me. I sensed his lips parting as he drew mine into his mouth momentarily before lifting his face to meet my gaze again.
My mouth went dry. My heart raced, and my eyes widened with the sensations flowing through my body. The new itch in my core caused me to pull my knees up, and I rolled my cold toes with hesitation.
He gazed at me in silence, and I questioned whether he wanted more.
“ My turn?” I asked, and he nodded briefly.
I sucked on my lips, tasting his saliva off, and cupped both of his cheeks again, firmer this time. And, pulling myself up, I placed my lips under his.
But before I could do anything, he pressed his lips against mine. My head fell deeper into the mattress as he opened his lips wide and sucked the breath out of me.
My body ached harder, and I felt the wetness of his mouth dirtying me with every moment. He caged me tightly, and when I tried to slip my lips out of his lips' range, he suddenly grabbed my skirt and pulled it over my thighs before plunging both of his legs between mine.
A slow and deep moan escaped my lips when my legs parted, adjusting his midriff between me. I turned immobile and breathless.
His lips were pressed against mine, leaving me with no chance to breathe. My eyes were shut tightly, and my head rolled back in search of an escape, but his movement was already adjusting before I could even expect it.
When my heart tightened and my breath became short, I pressed my feet into the mattress, lifting my torso against him in response.
He groaned. “ I want to be inside you at this moment,” he breathed into my mouth, and I felt weak all of a sudden.
"Aannhhhhhhhhhh," A moan escaped my lips in response, and suddenly, he pressed his hardness against me, causing me to clench my hand on the bed.
“ Kunwarsa,” I moaned slowly. The uneasiness of his length was brutal.
And, suddenly, he moved off, breaking the kiss, and sat up. "Oh my God!"
He covered his face, and I couldn ’ t believe what had just happened.
My breathing was labored, and I was panting audibly. I placed my hand on my chest to calm my breath, then sat up, pushing the skirt down to my feet.
He looked at me. “ Are you okay?” His eyes expressed concern, and I nodded. “ I ’ m sorry, I think I lost… my control,”
I swallowed hard and shook my head shyly. “ You didn ’ t,” I managed to say, and he looked at me silently for a moment before lowering his gaze into a smile.
"Fuck! this is going intense. You want it too," He said, and I slowly shook my head while adjusting my dupatta, trying to conceal the smile that was dying to appear on my cheek.
“ Umm, I should probably go,” I said as I attempted to get off the bed, but he stopped me. ","
I gulped silently, gazing at him, and he said, “ Stay, please.”