CHAPTER 27
It had been a week since they got back from the private island and Isha had been in another world. It was the most amazing time she’s had ever and since they got back, the dynamic was a completely new one.
Between hungry kisses and eager trysts, every moment felt explosive. She looked forward to waking up in his arms, coming up from the depths of her sleep to an explosive peak as he devoured her folds or with gentle kisses on her skin as he coaxed her out of slumber. She loved it.
She didn’t get to see him that morning as he had not woken her up like the other mornings and she missed that.
He had not left the island since they got back from their little private island getaway.
The twins were now used to being with their aunts and that meant she saw less and less of them each day.
Just as she processed that thought, she felt a lump forming in her throat.
Lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear the door to her room open until she felt his presence. She looked in his direction and saw a hazy form of him.
“What wrong, Isha?” He was worried.
It wasn’t until she heard those words she didn’t realize she had tears in her eyes. She blinked, making them roll down her cheeks. “I…I don’t know.”
Ashok knelt in front of her, his hands cupping her face, as his thumbs wiped away the moisture. He gently planted a kiss on her forehead before pulling back to look at her. “I don’t want you thinking about that rat Saini. I will get to the bottom of it as promised.”
She nodded a smile forming on her lips, glad that she had the extra support to see if she can prove her theory about Paramesh Saini being involved in her parents’ accident and potentially her brothers as well.
“It’s not that,” she could have just kept her thoughts to herself. But there was no holding up her guard with Ashok.
“What’s bothering my beautiful wife then?” He chuckled.
“Stop saying things like that,” she grumbled, swatting his chest.
“It’s the truth.” He held her gaze as the air between them thickened.
She looked away. “I was thinking about Vish and Vaish.” She paused like she had to process the emotion. “I’m glad they are bonding with their aunts but I want them…I’m jealous they are not spending time with me.”
A glorious smile played on his lips. “The twins picked up on their aunt’s jealousy so they sent me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “To do what?”
He leaned into her, his lips grazing her jawline. “Whatever their aunt desires.”
The heat from his breath and the reverberation from his words, the way he murmured like they were sweet nothings, she shuddered. She bit back a smile and held her chin high. “Tell them I’m still pissed at their uncle for keeping me in the dark.”
He groaned, running his face into the side of her neck. “I thought I had made it up to the auntie for what I did.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders pulling him to her. “Not enough,” she hissed, her fingers raking the back of his neck as his teeth sunk into the side of her neck. She felt his fingers closing in over the soft flesh on her chest.
She threw her head back and she took in the waves of pleasure that drifted over her. She wanted to talk, tell him how much she enjoys the way he touches her, how perfectly he bites into her soft skin and most of all how he made her come apart every time he took her.
Nothing but a desperate moan escaped her. As if in response to that, he pulled back to pull the shirt she had on over her head, letting the fabric pile on the marble floor. He pulled her chest to him, burning his face into the depths of her flesh.
“Ashok,” she hissed as he pushed the cup of her bra aside to suck in a mouthful of her breast.
She pooled at the apex of her thighs in response and was completely at his mercy. He devoured every bit of her while pushing her over the edge.
How did he do that? How did he know what drove her crazy? And why was she always the one being pleasured?
At that thought, she gathered some courage and grabbed the hair on the back of his head. She caught the amused look in his eyes as she pulled his mouth to his. “I want to taste you.”
She felt a shudder ripple through him before she pulled back and held his gaze, his eyes level with her. “I want to taste you,” she repeated.
His eyes deepened further, and he stood up like that was his command. She held his eyes as he stood tall in front of her. Without breaking their gaze, she reached for the button on his linen slacks and slowly pulled down the zipper.
She felt the heat emanate from his hardness through the thin material of his boxers.
She pulled herself to the edge of the seat as she sat on her office chair, slowly pulling down on the waist band of his boxers.
The angry beast was throbbing and she slowly wrapped one hand around his girth and slowly took her mouth to the tip.
The tip was red and hot as it met her swollen lips. She heard him let out a groan as she closed her lips over the tip, her tongue caressing it. His response set her off in a whole different way but she did not break his gaze.
A warm flutter spread through her chest as she watched his eyes deepen with dark desire, the way his eyes bore into hers while his fingers drove into her thick hair.
There was something profound in that moment, not just them giving into each other’s need, but a deeper need to satisfy him, surrender to the powerful moment.
Her heart raged, like she had discovered a secret language written in the very look in his eyes. Every part of her attention was focused on him, drinking in his reaction, knowing she would never forget the way he looked at her.
Like she was the only woman on the planet.
She felt powerful and tender all at once and to know that she had the ability to let him lose his control, break down his resolve and most of all, this new feeling of elation she felt just from the low pleasurable groan he let out.
The emotions were pure, the quiet satisfaction of making him lose himself and to be the one to make him surrender to his need, it was an ecstatic feeling. The sense of satiation she got from just pleasuring him with her mouth, she had never experienced it.
She felt vibrations deep within every time she took him in deep into her. As she picked up on the pace, his hand gently guiding her, she felt shudders pass through her as her body started to resonate with his peak that she could feel building up.
She closed her eyes, processing the sensations as she continued to pleasure him and moaned against his hardness as her own peak rippled through her. The next instant, he pulled away from her and her eyes shot open.
She was still quivering from the peak that rippled through her when he pulled her off the chair, sweeping her feet off the floor as her back was pushed into a wall. Next moment, he drove hard into her, pounding into her with desperation and she felt his release against her inner walls.
Her breath was ragged just like his as he kissed her hungrily, like he could not get enough of her. “So hot!”
His words sent new waves of thrill. She clung to him; her arms and legs wrapped around him. Moments passed as they both steadied their breathing and he moved slowly. Walking them to the bed that was set up in the adjacent room.
Isha didn’t want to be separated from him and as if to convey that, she tightened her hold on him as he placed her back on the mattress. As if he picked up on the unspoken ask of hers, he slid next to her on the bed.
She felt a shift in that moment, as he pulled the sheet over their semi naked bodies. He gently pulled her closer like it was normal for them to be cuddling in broad daylight. She held on to him like she could not breathe without him.
It was a powerful moment where she had to accept to herself that what she felt for him had gone way past the attraction. It had morphed into something so deep it scared her. It was terrifying for her to think of the time she had to leave.
A shiver passed through her and she started to shake as she broke into uncontrollable sobs. She had no way to suppress them and before she knew it, Ashok was asking her what was wrong.
He framed her face with his hands and waited for her to respond.
There was no way she could share her feelings she had in a vulnerable state.
She knew what she felt was situational, however real it was.
She could not reveal what she was really thinking about and complicated their situation all over again.
She wanted to be close to him for however long she would be on the island.
“Isha, you need to talk to me,” his voice was soft yet insistent.
“It’s nothing…I…” she muttered as she thought of a quick lie. “I…I got reminded of what Aman said about me.”
She could not believe her ears.
How the fuck did she link it back to what the moron said to her?
Ashok looked at her in silence. He was not going to ask her for the details but he won’t let her go until she told him the reason for her emotional state. “I ended whatever we had between us after he called me accidentally.”
“And?”
She lowered her eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”
He placed his hand under her chin and made her face tilt up. “Look at me.”
There was no avoiding the situation. If there was anything she had learnt about Ashok was his silent persistence.
She slowly took a deep breath and looked at him.
“What he said was unwarranted. We weren’t even in a relationship, it was an arrangement.
And for him to tell some random woman about what a pathetic person I was, I…
I thought about how much he didn’t know me in spite of being friends for so many years but with you… ”
She bit back her words when she realized she was about to reveal the truth. He looked at her for a long moment and without another word, pulled her to him and she felt him kiss the top of her head, her entire body turning into mush against him as the sweet gesture warmed every bit of her.