Chapter-48
(Mature content ahead 18+)
The slight tremor in Aarushi's body as I retrieved the second condom was a flicker of resistance, quickly extinguished by the rising tide of desire.
I knew this second time would be different.
The fire between us was already burning brighter, and I intended to fuel it further.Her eyes wide in shock and desire.
Good, I thought, a dark satisfaction blooming in my chest. She learns. She learns that my will is law, my desires, her command.
I moved back onto the bed, the mattress yielding beneath my weight, and leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.
Perfect.
Her body softened, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair, and a raw, possessive growl rumbled in my chest.
Mine to touch, mine to taste and mine to fuck .
I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring the sweet depths of her mouth, savoring the taste of her surrender. It was an addiction, a dark, consuming hunger
I pulled away, my gaze locking with hers, and I trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, watching as her skin flushed and her eyes closed, savoring the sensations. It was a claiming, a silent assertion of ownership.My touch was calming,not caressing.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and I felt a surge of dark satisfaction.
Addictive.
I trailed more kisses down her body, each touch igniting a fire within her, watching her whimper under me.
Every breath she takes, every move she makes , it's all for me.
Settling between her legs, I looked into her eyes, dark and dilated with desire. "Open your legs wide for your husband," I commanded, my voice low and dominant, a silent assertion of control.
She obeyed, her legs parting without hesitation, and a predatory smirk played on my lips. I caressed her core, bringing her to life once more. I could feel her desire, a tangible force between us, and I reveled in it.
"Such an obedient wife I have," I murmured. She was slick and wet, ready for me.
I entered inside her, slowly, deliberately, watching her eyes widen for a fleeting moment.Her breath hitched as I moved within her in a missionary position, her body arching involuntarily. My touch grew bolder, more demanding, exploring the curves of her body with a practiced ease making her.
Craving
I craved the sound of her voice, the feel of her body moving beneath mine, the knowledge that I was the source of her.
"Tell me who is making you feel like this," I demanded, my voice rough with a possessiveness I couldn't contain. I needed to hear her say it, to acknowledge my control.
"You," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, a testament to my power.
"And who am I ?" I growled, thrusting deeper, needing to hear her say the words, to solidify my claim.
Silence.She was lost in the pleasure, her body consumed by the sensations I was creating. Only me.
"Answer me," I commanded, my voice laced with steel, a hint of danger.
"A-Abhi...my husband," she stuttered, her voice thick with desire, a sweet surrender.
"Fucking correct," I growled, my grip tightening on her waist. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back, her neck exposed, a picture of vulnerable surrender.
The sight sent a wave of possessiveness through me, a raw, primal urge to claim her as mine. My other hand went near her neck pressing it gently. "Eyes on me," I commanded, my voice a low growl.
"Watch me bring you over the edge."
She looked into my eyes, making a intense eye contact with me. My gaze, dark , held hers captive in the moment,in the pleasure, as I drove her higher with every thrust, her moans filling the room.
Her hips bucked against mine,her nails digging into my hand near her throat, leaving crescent-shaped marks on my skin.
"I'- I'm close, Wan-want to" she whimpered, her body tightening around me. Soft moans escaped her lips, growing louder with each thrust, each gasp. Her one hand gripped the sheet, her body trembling on the edge of release.
"Go ahead ,Scream for me," I commanded, my voice rough.
And she did,a primal scream tearing from her throat as her body clenched around mine, her orgasm washing over her. I followed soon after, my own release a raw, animalistic growl. Three times in two hours.
This fucking obsession.
I was becoming more obsessed with her, with the way she surrendered to me, with the way her body responded to my touch, with the way she cried out my name.
Pulling out I discarded the condom and kissed her softly pulling her closer, my lips brushing against hers, a tender contrast to the passion that had just consumed us.
Even in the afterglow, her body still thrummed with the lingering echoes of pleasure. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed and her body filled with love bites.She lay limp and boneless in my arms, completely. Beautiful.
"Abhi" She said in a lazy, contented voice , and hugged me close, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Wanna sleep," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, making me smile.
"Sleep, baby," I said, my voice soft, my fingers caressing her cheek. "I'll clean you up."
I held her, my heart swelling with a love so intense it bordered on obsession. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled closer, her body seeking the warmth of mine.
My beautiful possession.
After few minutes ~
Aarushi lay still, her breathing shallow, almost fragile.The moment I pulled away from my baby, the world around me came rushing back. I blinked into the dim light of our room, the disarray of clothes and wrinkled sheets a stark reminder of our shared intimacy.
I sat for a moment, allowing the weight of what had just transpired to settle. Her beauty, ethereal in the soft glow, made my heart race again.
I slipped out of bed, the cool air grazing my skin.
I grabbed my boxers and surveyed the aftermath of our passion.
I noticed my clothes and her saree on the foor.
I picked it up, folding it carefully, before placing it on the nearby couch.
I tideied the room because I didn't want her to wake up to chaos.
Glancing back at her, I felt a twinge of concern. She looked peaceful yet vulnerable, and I wanted to ensure that she felt cherished.
Pulling out my phone, I quickly typed "post sex care" into the search bar, my brows furrowing as I read the tips. Gentle cleansing, hydration,massage and a warm bath. Each suggestion resonated with me.
I wanted to soothe her discomfort and ensure she felt relaxed.Should I prepare a bath? Or should I just clean her. I contemplated. I recalled reading that a warm bath would help be more relaxing.
"Bath it is" I muttered to myself, heading into the washroom. I turned on the tap, the soothing sound of water filling the tub grounding me. It didn't take long before steam began to waft into the air, filling the space with warmth.
I returned to the bedroom, my heart racing with determination. Gently, I scooped her into my arms. She stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Abhi" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "Let me give you a bath,jaan" I cooed softly.
Aarushi relaxed against me, her eyes slipping shut as I carried her into the washroom. I set her down in the tub, the warm water lapping around her body eliciting a sigh of contentment.
"Feels nice, ?" I asked, my heart swelling at the sight of her blissful expression. "Mmm," she murmured, leaning back, eyes still closed. I took that as a yes.
I knelt beside the tub, taking my time as I helped her wash. My fingers were gentle and careful. I could feel the tension in her muscles ease away under my touch. She leaned back further, allowing me to work my magic, and I couldn't help but admire her.
"Just relax," I whispered, pouring a bit of shampoo into my hands and lathering her hair.
She smiled lazily, eyes still closed. "It feels so good" I smiled.
After rinsing her hair, I wrapped her in a towel, her skin soft and warm against the fabric. She leaned into me as I helped her back to the bed, an easy smile gracing her lips as I dried her off.
After drying her I went inside the closet , pulling a shirt from my closet, the fabric soft and worn. I gently helped her into it, the way it hung on her frame making her look even more adorable.
"Now sleep,"I instructed, pressing a tender kiss on her lips.
"Won't you join" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she settled onto the bed.
"I'll join you after I take a shower, okay?" I replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She nodded sleepily, and I kissed her forehead before ensuring she was snug under the duvet.
The water felt refreshing as I stepped into the shower, the steam wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I scrubbed away the remnants of our earlier activities, my mind replaying every intimate moment we shared.
Once I dried off and returned to the bedroom, I found her nestled in the blankets. A smile crept across my face as I slid into bed beside her, pulling her close.
I could feel her warmth against my skin. My fingers absentmindedly traced her hair, a soothing rhythm that matched the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
But then, I noticed the way she whimpered, her brow furrowing slightly as if caught in a dream that wasn't quite pleasant.
A frown crossed my face. I hated seeing her uncomfortable. "What's wrong, baby" I whispered, my heart aching at her distress. She shifted, seeking comfort, a sigh escaping her lips.
She is still in pain. What should I do ? An idea sparked in my mind. Massage.It would help. I quickly grabbed my phone and messaged the guard to bring up some massage oil.
The minutes felt like hours, and when my phone pinged with a confirmation, I felt a rush of relief.
When the oil arrived, I hurried back upstairs. I went towards the bed and settled beside her , pouring a small amount into my palms, warming it between my fingers before gently placing my hands on her legs.
As I began to massage her, I could feel the tension slowly draining from her body. Her sighs grew deeper, the discomfort of earlier fading away. I focused on her thighs, kneading the knots of stress that had built up.
She murmured something in sleep , a sleepy smile gracing her lips as she drifted further into a peaceful sleep.
A smile of my own breaking through looking at her.
Time slipped away, and I lost myself in the rhythm of my hands gliding over her skin, the quiet of the night wrapping around us.
After an hour, I finally stopped, noticing her soft snores, the peaceful expression on her face soothing my own heart.
It was already three in the morning. I washed my hands in the bathroom, the cool water a stark contrast to the warmth of our shared moments.
Returning to the bed, I slid in beside her, feeling her body instinctively turn towards mine, seeking my warmth. I pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
In that moment, I felt a wave of contentment wash over me.
"Sweet dreams,jaan" I murmured, caressing her hair as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the night, enveloped by the warmth of her presence.
The morning light, filtering through the curtains, felt like a soft caress against my skin, a stark contrast to the burning intensity of last night.
A groan escaped my lips as I stretched, the lingering ache in my muscles a sweet, painful reminder of our shared passion.
My eyes fluttered open, and the memories flooded back, a wave of heat washing over me. I pressed my face into the pillow, the soft fabric doing little to quell the blush that bloomed across my cheeks.
The memory of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the unexpected tenderness of his care afterward, replaying in my mind. It's like he know exactly where to touch, where to linger, to elicit the desired response.
He was always gentle, but last night, there was a raw possessiveness, a dominance that had both thrilled and unnerved me. A side of him that I hadn't fully explored before.
I sat up, the sheets pooling around me like a silken embrace, and scanned the room. It was empty, the silence amplifying the echo of his voice in my mind.
A small smile played on my lips. He cared for me so much. The realization sent a warm flutter through my chest, chasing away the lingering unease.This feeling of being deeply loved and cherished by someone is amazing.
I rose, my bare feet padding softly on the cool floor, and made my way to the washroom. The clock read 10:00 AM. I slept really late.
I brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, and went downstairs.
Downstairs, the clatter of pans and the aroma of something delicious filled the air. I found him at the stove, his back to me, his broad shoulders moving rhythmically as he stirred.I went inside the kitchen.
He turned, a warm smile lighting his face, and my heart skipped a beat. "Morning, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
"Good morning," I replied, my voice a little breathless, the blush returning with a vengeance. Why does he have this effect on me?
"Sleep well? Any pain?" he asked, his eyes searching mine, his concern genuine.
"Not much ,Just a little sore." I admitted, my gaze dropping to his lips.
"I will take care of you, first have breakfast,it's almost ready," he said, pulling me towards him and lifting me onto the counter.
He stood between my legs, his hands resting lightly on my hips, and my breath hitched. So close.
"You should have woken me up, I would have helped." I protested weakly, my voice barely a whisper.
"How could I ? You worked really hard last night," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I wanted to you to rest properly"
Worked hard.... My cheeks burned. "Stop it," I mumbled, swatting his arm playfully, but he only chuckled.
"You weren't stopping me last night?" he retorted, his voice laced with amusement making me fluster.
I watched him as he pulled away and stirred the pasta, my gaze lingering on the strong lines of his back, the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt.
He looks so domestic, I thought, a strange warmth spreading through me. "When did you wake up?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"About an hour ago," he replied, glancing at me.
"And what did you tell them at home?" I asked, a hint of apprehension creeping into my voice.
He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. "I told them we wanted to spend some time alone."
"Abhi" I exclaimed, my cheeks burning. "What must they be thinking?"
"They're not stupid, jaan. They know what we were doing," he said, his voice laced with amusement.
"They're going to tease me," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. This is going to be so embarrassing.
"Don't worry, I'll warn them," he promised, but I knew them. I gave him a flat look. As if they listen to you.
As the pasta and soup finished cooking, he turned off the stove and pulled me closer, his gaze sweeping over me like a caress.
It lingered on the exposed skin of my collarbone, the swell of my chest, and I realized my top button was undone. I quickly covered myself with my hands, glaring at him. He's so distracting.
"Hamesha galat galat jagah dekhte rahte ho",I muttered, my voice tight.
He raised an eyebrow.
(You're always looking in the wrong places)
"What wrong places? I'm just admiring you. And you look incredibly tempting in my shirt," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "How about a quickie?"
I pushed him away, my face flushed."Chi chi, subh subh gandi baate ker rahe hai"
(Chi chi! What kind of dirty talk is this, so early in the morning?)
He chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Gandi baatein? Main toh bas pyaar ki baatein kar raha tha, meri jaan.." He teased me again.
(Dirty talk? I was just talking about love, my dear)
I huffed "Mat karo na" , turning away from him. (Don't)
He chuckled and pecked my lips, his eyes softening. "Just kidding, bacche. Let's eat."
We settled at the table, a comfortable silence settling between us as we ate. After a few minutes, I broke the silence. "By the way, when are we going back?"
"Going back?" he asked glancing towards me.
"Yes, home," I clarified, confused by his reaction.
"We're staying for the weekend," he announced, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"The weekend?" I repeated, my mind racing. The weekend? Alone with him? For three whole days? I could feel the anticipation building within me, a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.
I looked at him, noticing the smug expression on his face as he ate. "Are you smirking?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Smirking? Me? Why would I be smirking?" he replied, his voice dripping with innocence.
I gave him a skeptical look, my heart pounding in my chest. He's up to something.He is definitely up to something , I can tell just by looking at his face.