19. ⚠️
this chapter consists of mature scenes, do not read if you are uncomfortable and not of a certain age, please skip. It's a request.
{Third person's pov}
Kiara opened her eyes just to witness the bed empty, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the balcony, it was already morning, Even Rookie was not in the room.
Soon She saw Ekansh coming in the room with breakfast and Rookie following him with his little legs.
Ekansh smiled at the sight of Kiara waking up, the morning light streaming in through the curtains casting her in a warm glow. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he teased. "I brought breakfast."
"Good morning," Kiara whispered and sat on the bed slowly, "are the workers here? For the cleaning of the house?"
Ekansh nodded, "Yeah they are cleaning, have your breakfast and then I will leave for the office, There's an important meeting."
He placed the breakfast in front of her and cupped her face with one of his hands before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Kiara smiled and nodded, and began to eat her breakfast, relishing the taste of the various food items. She watched as Ekansh got ready for work, adjusting his tie and checking his phone.
"So, this meeting is important," she commented, taking a sip of her orange juice. "When will you come back?"
"In the evening," he replied, grabbing his car keys. "I don't think it'll take longer than that."
He leaned down and planted another kiss on her forehead, his hand resting on her shoulder. "You'll be okay, right?"
She nodded, "Yeah, take care and drive safe." Ekansh bent down slightly and pulled her into a tight hug, relishing the warmth of her body against his. "I'll miss you," he murmured, his voice muffled against her hair.
He then gently lifted her chin and planted a kiss on her lips, quick yet tender. Kiara smiled as he walked away.
After taking a quick shower Kiara went downstairs just to witness all the workers cleaning and one old woman guiding them.
She stood near the railing and the woman approached her, "So you are the wife of our Ekansh baba."
Kiara nodded with a smile, "So pretty." She complimented her with a smile.
"You know I was your mother in law's personal maid, she did a lot of favour on me." Kiara smiled listening to her.
"I will always be there for you if you need anything. Let me know." She smiled making Kiara nod.
"Thankyou aunty," Kiara replied and looked at the beautiful furnitures that looked ethereal after getting properly cleaned, they were vintage and aesthetic at the same time.
...........
It was evening when Ekansh came and looked at the house, all clean and set. No one was present there. It almost felt like he went twenty years back.
He walked further just to witness his wife cooking in the kitchen, she looked at him and smiled, "You are back."
Ekansh walked towards her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The sight of her in the kitchen, cooking, For him.
"Yep," he nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Just got back. What's cooking?"
"Mushroom, The elderly woman from the morning, she sent them so I could cook. We have to shop a lot of things." She said and focus back on cooking.
Ekansh watched her work diligently, chopping the vegetables with practiced ease. He found himself entranced by her movements, the way her hands moved swiftly and precisely.
"Yeah, we do need to do a lot of shopping," he agreed, "There are a lot of things we need to buy for the house. New furniture, kitchen appliances, and whatnot."
Kiara smiled and nodded, Ekansh silently moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her hair and the smell of freshly chopped vegetables.
She smiled and closed her eyes, "Isn't my husband being too romantic?"
Ekansh chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. "Can a husband ever be too romantic?" he teased, planting a gentle kiss on the side of her neck.
"Stop, let me cook." She whispered, Ekansh chuckled again, but relented, releasing her waist. "Alright, alright," he said, with mock surrender. "But I'm getting awfully tempted to just pick you up and forget about food."
"Shut up," she playfully slapped him. He chuckles at her playful slap and watches her move around the kitchen, his gaze never leaving her form. He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he continues to tease her.
He moves silently behind her, placing his hands on her hips. Before she can react, he lifts her up and sets her on the kitchen counter, stepping between her legs. "Let the food be,"
He turned off the stove and looked at Kiara who was shocked by his sudden action, He captures her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands roaming her body possessively. He pulls back just enough to speak against her mouth.
"I need you right now, on this counter, in our kitchen." His voice is low and husky with desire.
She closed her eyes and nodded, her hands coiling around his neck. Satisfied with her response, he doesn't waste any time.
He surprises her by getting down on his knees.
He removes the loose trousers she was wearing along with her pant!
es He lifts her legs over his shoulders, exposing her completely.
With a devilish grin, he runs his tongue along her sl!
t, tasting her. "First, I'm having dessert. .."
"Ah Ekansh," she m0@ned and closed her eyes, her hands clutching his hair.
He continues to l!ck and s!ck, bringing her to the edge quickly.
Her moans fill the kitchen, mixing with the sound of his w!
t kisses against her sensitive flesh. Just before she reaches her cl!
max, he stops, standing up to catch her breathless expression.
"You taste even better than these vegetables. .."
She looked at him with disappointment as he didn't let her finish, He chuckles at her disappointed expression, his lips glistening with her honey. He picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and slams her back against the cold countertop. "Not yet," he teases.
He lined up his hard length and pushed inside in one deep thr!st, stealing her m0@n. He spreads her legs wider, watching himself disappear inside her tight, w!t heat. He pulls out slowly and slams back in, making her shake.
She hugged him, clutching hard on his shoulder making her neck dig in his shoulder leaving marks.
He groans at the sensation of her nails digging into his shoulders, marking him. He loves how she loses control, leaving her marks on him. He starts pounding into her harder, faster.
He s!cked hard on her neck, leaving a dark h!ckey. He then moves to her collarbone, marking it too. He spreads her legs wider, hitting deeper, making her throw her head back and expose her throat. He s!cked hard on her pulse point, leaving another h!ckey.
"Ah Ekansh... I.... I-" she was reaching her cl!
max. He felt her inner walls fluttering around him, signaling her impending
org!
sm. He reaches between them, pressing his thumb against her cl!
t and rubbing in circles, pushing her over the edge.
She cries out his name as she c-m, her nails scratching down his back. "yeah baby, just a minute."
He gave a few more strokes before reaching his own Cl!max. He looked at her exhausted and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
As they both caught their breath, Ekansh gently withdrew from within her, still holding her snuggled up against his chest. He looked at her, a satisfied smile playing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possession as he traced soft circles on her bare skin. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice firm and possessive.
She hugged him, her face hidden in his chest all exhausted. Ekansh lifted her up, one arm supporting her legs and the other wrapped around her back, carrying her bridal style. He carried her through the hallway and into their bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.
He joined her on the bed, pulling the covers over them both and wrapping his arms around her waist, drawing her close to him.