06 Let Me Taste You （18）
The credits were still rolling when Diya let out a jaw-cracking yawn and stretched like a cat.
“Bas, enough Netflix,” I teased, snapping the laptop shut. “You’re looking like a panda now. Dark circles and all.”
“Hawwww,” she whined, clutching a pillow. “So mean.” But she was already curling under her blanket, giggling softly. “Goodnight, bestie.”
She reached out, gave my cheek a lazy pat, and turned away. Within seconds, her breathing evened out, the glow of sleep wrapping her quickly.
I lay beside her, eyes fluttering shut, when a familiar dryness clawed at my throat. With a groan, I reached for the water bottle on the bedside table. Empty. Bone dry.
“Seriously?” I muttered, glaring at Diya’s cocooned form. “You had to finish the whole thing, na?”
From under her blanket came a muffled reply, “Arrey, the kitchen is downstairs only. Go and refill. Like you don’t know the way to the kitchen.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. “Unbelievable. Sleep addict.”
She didn’t respond, already halfway in dreamland.
Shaking my head, I swung my legs off the bed and slipped into my slippers. The house was quiet, eerily so, the kind of silence that made you aware of every creak in the floor, every whisper of the night. Hugging the empty bottle, I pushed open the bedroom door and padded into the hallway.
Across from me, Ansh’s door stood closed this time, a thin strip of light glowing faintly beneath it. My pulse skipped, a sharp, unwanted reminder of the morning, of the way his eyes had pinned me in place.
I tore my gaze away quickly and hurried toward the stairs. The Raizada house was familiar, yes—but in the dead of night, it felt different. Larger. Quieter. Like every shadow was watching me.
And yet, part of me already knew this night wouldn’t be just about water.
The night had settled over the house, casting a quiet hush over the hallways. Niyati ascended the stairs from the kitchen, a bottle of water cradled in her hands, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden steps.
The dim glow of the nightlight cast long shadows, and the air felt heavy with unspoken tension. She was heading toward Diya’s room, her steps purposeful yet hesitant, as if she could sense the weight of the evening pressing down on her.
Her pajamas, loose and comfortable, clung to her frame, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. The bottle in her hand trembled slightly, a reflection of the unease churning within her.
Just as she reached the landing, her hand hovering over the doorknob to Diya’s room, a sudden force swept her off her feet. Ansh’s strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her against the wall beside his room door.
His body was flush against hers, his heat searing through the thin fabric of her pajamas. Niyati gasped, her eyes widening in shock as panic flashed across her face.
“Someone might see us!” she whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled lightly against his hold. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.
Ansh’s gaze was intense, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a ferocity that made her breath catch. His voice was low and firm, a command disguised as a plea.
“I already told you this morning—I don’t care if they know about us. Stop fighting it, Niyati. Let me taste you.” His words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of an ultimatum, his breath warm against her lips.
Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers, demanding and relentless. Niyati froze, her body rigid with fear, the glass of water slipping from her hand and shattering on the floor.
The sound of bottle falling down on the floor echoed through the hallway, a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped them moments before. Her heart raced, the fear of being caught warring with the desire that stirred within her.
But as his kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against hers, her resistance began to melt. Her lips parted, surrendering to his hunger, her hands coming up to rest against his chest.
His hand slid down her body, his touch both gentle and insistent. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, already hardening beneath his touch. She moaned into his mouth, the sound raw and unfiltered, her body responding to his despite her fears.
Boldly, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before finding her core.
She was already wet, her body betraying her attempts at restraint.
He groaned against her lips, the sound vibrating through her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so wet for me. ”
His words sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling with a mix of desire and apprehension. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jawline, his breath ghosting over her skin.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, her voice barely audible, her hands clutching at his shoulders as if to steady herself. His eyes locked onto hers, dark with desire, his gaze burning with an intensity that left her breathless. “I told you—let me taste you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.
Before she could protest, he dropped to his knees before her, his hands tugging down her pajama bottoms and panties in one swift motion. She gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
But he captured her wrists, holding her hands away from her body, his gaze devouring her exposed flesh. His eyes trailed over her, taking in every inch of her bare skin, his expression hungry and possessive.
“Ansh, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her body arching slightly as if to pull away, yet her feet remained rooted to the spot. His lips curved into a smirk, his confidence unwavering.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Before she could respond, his lips pressed against her shaved pussy, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. She shuddered, her breath catching in her throat, her hands tightening in his grip.
He licked, suckled, and mouthfucked her with relentless skill, his tongue mapping every inch of her, his beard scratching gently against her thighs. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he devoured her, his mouth working its magic.
She cried out, her voice echoing through the hallway, her body arching as her orgasm tore through her. He drank her in, savoring every drop, his tongue lapping at her with a hunger that left her trembling.
When he finally rose to his feet, his eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with obsession. “You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. He captured her lips once more, his kiss deep and possessive, letting her taste herself on him.
Niyati’s heart raced, her body trembling with a mix of desire and fear, her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. Ansh’s hunger for her only grew, his touch possessive, his kisses relentless.
Their lips remained locked, the air thick with unspoken longing, as Niyati realized there was no turning back. His hands roamed her body, his touch branding her as his own, his kisses leaving her breathless.
She clung to him, her fears melting away as his desire consumed her, her body responding to his with a fierceness that surprised even her.
The hallway, once quiet and still, now echoed with the sounds of their passion, the shattered glass on the floor a forgotten reminder of the world beyond their embrace.
As their lips finally parted, Niyati’s gaze met his, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her. Ansh’s expression was unreadable, his desire warring with a hint of vulnerability. “You’re mine, Niyati,” he whispered, his voice a promise and a warning.
She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
T1heir hearts pounding in unison, the night enveloping them in its embrace. Niyati’s mind raced, her thoughts a tangled mess of desire and fear, as she realized there was no turning back.
Ansh’s gaze never left hers, his expression a mix of triumph and longing, his body still pressed against hers, his touch branding her as his own.
The hallway, once a mere passageway, had become the stage for their forbidden passion, the shattered glass a silent witness to the intensity of their connection.
And as they stood there, lost in each other, the world beyond their embrace faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of them, bound by a desire that would change everything.