28 Got Back Together #2
The gentle rhythm shattered, replaced by something primal, something raw.
His hands tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, the force of his thrust making her cry out.
The vanity beneath them creaked in protest, but neither of them noticed.
He set a punishing pace, each thrust harder than the last.
The sound of their bodies meeting-flesh against flesh, skin slick with sweat-filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and desperate moans.
Niyati's hands remained on his ass, urging him on, pulling him deeper with each powerful stroke.
The pain and pleasure merged into something exquisite, something transcendent.
Ansh's head fell to her shoulder, his hot breath scalding her skin. He mouthed at her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. "Mine," he growled against her throat, the word vibrating through her entire body. "All mine."
Niyati could only nod, her ability to form words lost to the overwhelming sensations.
Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
She was close, so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of something monumental.
Every nerve ending screamed for release, for the culmination of everything they had been building toward.
He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his penetration, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside her-that magical, devastating place that made stars explode behind her eyes.
Niyati's back arched, her head thrown back against the mirror.
The glass fogged around them, obscuring their reflections, turning them into shadowy shapes locked in passionate embrace.
"Look at me," Ansh commanded, his voice rough with exertion.
He pulled back slightly, one hand moving to cup her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire, but there was something else there too-something tender, something vulnerable. "I want to see you when you come."
The intensity in his eyes was her undoing.
Combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, the possessive grip on her face, the sheer force of his presence, it was too much.
Niyati's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath, her vision, her very ability to think.
Her body convulsed around him, inner muscles clamping down hard, milking his shaft as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her frame.
Ansh followed her over the edge with a guttural cry, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt.
She could feel him pulsing inside her, hot and thick, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.
His release seemed endless, drawn out by the rhythmic contractions of her pussy around him.
He collapsed against her, his full weight pressing her into the vanity, both of them trembling in the aftermath.
For long moments, the only sounds in the room were their harsh breaths slowly evening out, the frantic beating of their hearts gradually returning to normal.
Ansh remained inside her, softening but still connected, as if reluctant to break the intimacy of their joining.
His forehead rested against hers, sweat mingling with tears she hadn't realized were falling.
"I love you," he whispered, the words barely audible but carrying the weight of a lifetime. "I've always loved you."
Niyati wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. "I know," she murmured against his skin. "I love you too."
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow.
The world outside the room ceased to exist; there was only this moment, this perfect, fragile peace they had found in each other's arms.
The scent of their lovemaking filled the air-a heady mix of sweat, sex, and something uniquely theirs.
Eventually, Ansh pushed himself up, his arms trembling with the effort. He looked down at her, his expression soft, reverent. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. "Are you okay?"
Niyati nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Better than okay." She reached up to touch his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm whole."
He smiled back, and it transformed his entire face, softening the harsh edges, revealing the boy she had fallen in love with years ago. "Me too." He leaned down to kiss her, a gentle, tender press of lips that held more promise than any words could convey.
As they finally separated, Ansh helped her down from the vanity.
Her legs were shaky, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.
He grabbed his discarded shirt, gently draping it over her shoulders before pulling up his trousers.
The silk gown lay in a puddle at their feet, forgotten in the heat of their passion.
"We should get cleaned up," he said softly, but made no move to let her go.
Niyati leaned into his embrace, content to stay wrapped in his arms forever. "In a minute." She looked up at him, her heart overflowing with love. "Just stay with me for a minute longer."
Ansh's arms tightened around her. "Forever," he promised, and in that moment, she knew he meant it. The months of separation, the years of longing, all of it had led to this-to this perfect, overwhelming love that would sustain them for the rest of their lives.
The mirror behind them reflected their embrace-two bodies entwined, two souls finally, irrevocably joined. The fog had cleared, revealing them in all their vulnerable, beautiful glory. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of their forever.
"Ansh..." she murmured, looking up through the mirror. "Have you seen my-"
She froze, her words trailing off as she turned around.
Ansh was leaning casually against the locked door, his tuxedo jacket re-adjusted and looking infuriatingly handsome. Dangled teasingly from his index finger was the missing piece of her undergarments - her lace panties, a soft smirk dancing on his lips as he twirled it.
Niyati's face instantly flushed a burning shade of crimson. "Ansh! What are you doing? Give that back!"
She stepped forward, reaching out to snatch it from his grip, but Ansh smoothly raised his hand out of her reach, sliding the delicate silk straight into the inner pocket of his dark blazer. He patted the fabric over his chest with a slow, deliberate grin.
"I'm keeping it," he said, his voice low and rich with mischief.
"Ansh, no!" Niyati gasped, her voice a breathless whisper as she looked frantically toward the door. "Are you out of your mind? Give it to me right now."
"Nope," Ansh replied smoothly, pushing off the door and taking a slow step toward her. His dark eyes glinted with a playful, possessive light as he leaned down to whisper near her ear, "Consider it a souvenir from tonight. Besides, I'll keep it thinking about you for the rest of the night."
Niyati stared at him in utter disbelief, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs. She swatted his chest softly, though a betraying, helpless smile broke through her embarrassed blush. "You are absolute trouble, you know that?"
"Only for you," he murmured, his gaze softening as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He checked his watch, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. "We should head back out before Diya sends a search party looking for both of us."
Niyati nodded, taking a deep, steadying breath to compose herself and adjusting the drape of her gown one last time.
Ansh unlocked the door with a quiet click and pushed it open just an inch to check the corridor. Satisfied that the hallway was clear, he turned back to face her.
Before she could step past him, his hand gently caught her wrist, pulling her back into his chest for one brief, breathless second. He leaned down and pressed a deep, tender kiss against her lips-sweet, lingering, and full of quiet promises.