57| Bare beneath the stars.
Note: The book has a violation strike so I have removed some parts, yet if it vanishes
I don't know what ahead
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He carries me up on the winding stairs of the lighthouse, I clutch his shoulders like a child confused.
..yet thrilled. My heartbeat races so wildly in anticipation I'm certain he can hear it, and the worst part?
Even after all these days, this wretched blindfold still keeps me from seeing his devilishly handsome face.
But no worries, one wild kiss will be enough to fix it all.
Just as the crescendo of my thoughts reaches its peak, I feel him pushing me up and closing the space between our faces. Wait, did he hear what I thought? The kiss?
I strain against the fabric binding my eyes, squirming for a glimpse just as his mouth hovers close to mine, forgetting how to breathe.
But a lash of cold wind against my face wipes it all and I find myself standing at the entrance, on the top of the lighthouse with nothing but another dark night ahead.
What.The.Fuck?
I was making a scenario in my head till now.
Something is terribly wrong with me these days. I crave him more than ever, dream of him with an ache I've never known before.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I walk onto the circular balcony, the dark night yawning endlessly beneath the cliff. The world below looks so beautiful and terrifying, as if life and death... living in the same skin.
My gaze wanders around, nothing is arranged, Not the way I've imagined a date-like place. Just the soft hush of wind, the rotating lighthouse beam. The most beautiful part? From this high, it feels like the stars are so close to me, drowned in the dark night.
I let the sight sink into me when, my eyes lingered on his broad frame near the terrace.
He stands at the glass balcony, both hands resting on the cold railing.
His back is in my direction, gaze locked ahead, unblinking as he stares at the world before him with a calm, emotionless demeanor.
He's in a casual black T-shirt and trousers and nothing is more addictive than staring at my man like this.
I realise how difficult it was to spend these days without him.
How deeply I've fallen for this emotionless creature... he lives in my system like air.
I don't wait another moment, just rush to him and wrap my arms around his chest from behind, pressing my body against his hard back and my world stills. His intoxicating scent seeps into my breathing as I close my eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't react but I can't care less.
We stay still.
Quiet but not silent.
Then, his hand closes around my wrist as he pulls me away from his back before I know it.
In the next breath, I find myself standing before him, pinned to the railing between his arms. His hair messed up on his forehead, eyes a little red and I don't know why, this time it feels like his blue orbs are holding an unsaid storm.
He leans in until our noses brush, his breath mixing into mine, warm and intoxicating.
"I missed you." Words slipped past my tongue on their own, "When did you come back from Russia?"
His unreadable eyes study my face, as if reading my mind through my eyes. Then his gaze wandered all over me for a fleeting moment, of course, I'm dressed for his eyes only.
I stare at him, waiting for my answer when he whirls me around, laying me against his chest. His arms close around my waist as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.
"Two days back." His voice is guttural, deep and throaty which sends a shiver down my spine, messing my hormones like a newly grown teenager.
"You're drunk, Aayansh?" I question, feeling the warmth of his intoxicated breath fanning across my skin. Though, he's in his senses.
"Hmm" He kisses my shoulder, his voice the same-I wrap my arms around his, over my waist and exhale. "Why didn't you come home? You know anika oberoi-"
"It's our time-" He cuts me in, his tone cold and calm "No other discussion." Words desert me, I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
In a brief silence, I turn to him. We stare into each other's eyes as I murmur "Did you like the view?"
His eyes sweep the entirety of me again, tracing every curve, every inch of me... consuming and intense before locking with mine again as if he's savoring me with his eyes.
He's not expressive, someone who wastes himself on words of love and affection to describe their feelings.
And maybe these words are too loud for me to hear, so the intensity of his eyes speaks.
Everything he feels for me. Because this is how our love is.
Consuming but silent. A living nightmare wrapped in a beautiful dream.
There's a dark hunger in his gaze which drags the breath out of me. He doesn't say anything, just detaches a little and removes his T-shirt. Tossing it aside and leaving me confused when suddenly he says "Undress yourself, Amour."
My breath dries at his straightforwardness-
But I'm thrilled.
"At times, understanding you feels like a trap I keep falling into." My hands move to the back of my dress, fingers brushing the zipper. His eyes never waver, pinning to me with such consuming intensity that a strong heat coils low in my belly as I struggle to unzip the dress.
"Jitna meri gehraiyon mein utarne ki koshish karogi.
" He hooks a finger into my partially unzipped dress and pulls me against his chest, his breath ghosting against my ear and his voice a chilling whisper ".
..Utna hi mere andhere mein khud ko kho dogi.
" In one swift motion, he pulls the zip down, while I'm still reeling from his words which felt like they carried a deep meaning.
I slide the dress off my shoulders, then down past my thighs and place it aside, standing before him in nothing but a black bra and panty.
"These too." He adds, his eyes flicking toward my shapewears. I sigh before slipping off the last piece of fabric, baring myself to him and the cold weather of this dark night. I fold my arms around my body, trembling as the frost-laden air seeps into my bones.
He doesn't spare me a glance, just simply lies back on the cold terrace floor, one hand beneath his head as he orders "Come here and lie on me."
Heat rushes to my cheeks, I haven't worn a single cloth, at least he's in his trousers. But doesn't this man feel cold? The weather and he's lying on the spine freezing floor.
I walk near him, hesitantly as I lie on him, my bare body melts into his chest. The heat of his skin settles against my back as I adjust myself on his broad well-built chest, our exposed skin fusing in heated contact as my hair spills wildly across him.
The night air is cool, winds flowing like a sync of music. My hands stay folded over my breast as my body burns against him, trembling with both shyness and a fever I can't name.
Sex is raw, love making is tender, but this... this closeness is something I've never known.
Aayansh's arm coils around my belly, caging me to his chest, while the other pries my arms from where I'd folded them over my breasts, stripping away my last shield.
I flinch, he's not letting me cover even my private parts.
And how is this man controlling himself? I mean the one who loses control with my mere existence, I'm present complete bare before him and he's so calm. There's an intimacy in this moment, sensual and consuming.
"Aren't you losing control?" I murmur, toying with his fingers sprawled over my stomach.
His face is half hidden in the hollow of my neck as he inhales me with hunger, his lips pressing against my collarbone as he rasps "You bare or entirely covered doesn't make any difference to my hunger." His lips move to my jawline and I tilt my head. "But right now, I want to feel your warmth."
Not to lie, these words of his send a violent swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
I lift my gaze to the sky, a sea of stars scattering across the dark velvet of night. Beneath them, my exposed body burns on the furnace of him.
His hand drifts over my inner thigh. While his eyes remain closed, face is carved in ruthless calm as he breathes me in, as if he can consume me just by breathing.
"I don't want this to end" I mouth, my breathing uneven with the heat he's bringing in me, "With you-"
In a heartbeat, he flips me onto his chest and a sharp gasp escapes my throat.
My heaving breast fuses against his hard muscles as I stare at him with wide eyes, his gaze has turned dark.
His mouth hovers over mine, "I'm not a chapter of your life which will end within a few pages.
" He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip, "But a haunting reality you can never escape from. "
My pulse races, both with words and the way his gaze bore into mine- so intense that it makes my stomach churn.
When I shift against him, a shudder runs through me as my thigh brushes his hard bulge straining beneath his trousers. He's so hard. Heat and vulnerability sears through my body, breath drying as I realise how he's holding back. But why?
"Aa-aayansh?" I manage to whisper, when he looks deeper into my eyes and admits "You've just felt the brutal ache to bury myself deep inside you.
" His lip touches mine, voice soft and husky as his hand clamps tighter on my hip and he drags me flush against him "That's pure lust, me starving for your body-But nothing to the ache of feeling 'You' like this.
Because love-lust-desire-Everything I feel is just for you. "
My stomach flips at his words, again.
I glare into his eyes, then down to the subtle curve of his lips and my throat dries further. God, I want him to kiss me. I've been holding back for far too long, and I know he's doing this deliberately.
He breaks eye contact, leans in and whispers darkly against my ear "Desperate much, little seductress?" He bites my lobe and I gasp.
Fuck self control.
I cradle his face in my palm and press my lips to his, soft at first, tasting the fire I've been craving for too long. My lips part to suck on his, sweet and greedy as if I'm sucking on my favourite candy and he lets me, his hands moving throughout my bare back.
I deepen the kiss, not gentle but demanding. My tongue brushes his bottom lip as he parts from me a little and whispers "Still too na?ve for a kiss."
Before I can even blink, he throws me onto the floor beneath him and a startled whimper escapes my lips. "Aayansh?-"
My hands land on his chest, breast bouncing with the shift when he captures my mouth into his. My eyes shut, hardened buds rubbing on his rigid muscles.
He crushes my lips beneath his, swallowing my cries. His tongue forces part my lips, invading into my mouth and savoring every corner of it. He sucks and then bites my bottom lip, consuming me brutally like someone just found his salvation.
My palms pressing against the hard ridges of his abs when he seizes both my wrists in his hand and slams them above my head, devouring my lips and pushing me more toward him, some tears wiggle down my lids.
He suddenly pulls back, though his face hovers so near his nose brushes mine. My eyes stay shut, chest heaving with the lack of oxygen as I feel the heat of his gaze on me.
He stares at my crimson turned face...silently. As if I'm the most addictive sight he'd ever witnessed.
Ek betaabi si hai uski nazron mein mere liye, wo betaabi jo shayad hi mai kabhi samajh paun.
I part my left eye a little to look at him, only to find his intense eyes glued to me as always and it makes my heart flutter.
"Why did you stop?" I ask, trying to fathom what's going on inside him.
"Don't provoke me when you're too weak to handle this Monster tonight" He warns, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his Adam's apple shifting and I gulp.
He's right though, I don't have the strength left in me to endure him, not tonight. Nowadays I feel weak for no reason, too weak to take the storm I know he'd unleash. What if I die while taking him? With his giant dick inside me-That's absurd.
"At least-" I urge, burying my face in his chest "let me wear something."
He stills for a heartbeat, his gaze devouring my exposed skin, my bare curves like a beast. "You aren't wearing anything."
"What?-?" My eyes snap wide.
"You can't do this."
His arm locks around my waist, lifting me up as he stands. I wrap my legs around his torso instinctively, clutching his broad shoulders as he whispers near my face "I can do much more, and much worse than this."
Heat floods my cheeks as my bare breast presses and bounces against his chest, my core grinding against the hard planes of his stomach.
My leg shifts, once again. I feel the heavy bulge between his thighs, he takes a deep breath, holding back the sadistic side of him.
"Okay then- remove your trousers too." I demand, eyeing him as he carries me somewhere.
"Trust me, if I do that-" He doesn't look back at me this time, his tone both unbothered and intimidating. "You'll end up passing out with my cock buried deep in your little cunt, and we don't want that, not tonight."
My mouth shuts, hesitation crawling through me.
Then a thought crosses my mind and I blurt out, "Did you have dinner, Aayansh? I'm hungry."
His eyes drop down, lingering at my cleavage to belly before he answers "Not more than me."
I flush, feeling weird and unsteady in this condition- I bury my face into his chest and hide in his warmth.
He reaches the open lantern room, I glance ahead where a round table waits at the centre, draped in a black linen.
A cliff stretches endlessly, drowned in dark, I witness it from one of the glass walls, the soft glow of silver lights spreading across.
He pulls the chair out and makes me sink onto it, then himself settles on the other chair.
Packed-fresh dinner has been arranged on the table, here I'm still feeling so bizarre because of the nakedness. I know he has seen everything, devoured every part of me, but in the end... I'm just a girl.
Fuck it.
Fuck him.
I'll think about it after having dinner.
I open the lid of the containers-it's Indian-Dal makhni, pulao, corn soup, paneer tikka and kheer as a dessert.
I serve the food onto one plate for us, pour soup into another bowl and start with my favourite, sweet corn soup. Its warm taste settles on my tongue and a smile forms on my face.
While I eat-Aayansh leans back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, I feel his eyes on me, watching me like it's the most obvious thing he'd do.
I finally drag my eyes up to him, savoring another sip of the soup as I ask, "What?"
"The soup-" He says, his eyes dropping to my lips and chin "I want to taste it".
He bends forward and drags my chair near him in a swift moment, I blink as the distance closes.
Pausing, I scoop a spoon of soup and bring it to him when suddenly his hand seizes my nape, yanking me closer and instead of the spoon, he starts sucking the soup from my lips, my eyes snap wide before melting to him.
His arm clamps around my waist, lifting me off the chair with effortless strength before settling me onto his lap, caging me against him.
He traps my bottom between his, sucking and licking the soup from them while my fingers tangle in his hair, a gasp searing from me.
His mouth trails down to my chin, savoring the last drop of soup from there before freeing me...finally.
I eye him, my breath coming in rags when he commands "Feed me."
I don't flinch, just simply begin feeding him dinner while being on his lap- naked.
We're done with the dinner, my eyes shutting with the heaviness and sleep. I place my head against his chest as his hold tightens on me, as if I'll run away if his grip loosens.
He places a lingering kiss against my forehead as darkness engulf, I feel him lifting me in a bridal style.
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My morning starts with irritation. Rubbing my eyes, I open them only to find myself in a tent-like place, lying on a fluffy mattress and cushions besides the lantern room. I glance around, as always my husband is not here.
How did he handle his horny hard dick all night? -The first thought of my day.
I let my gaze wander on my own and heave a sigh of relaxation, at least I'm not naked anymore. His black T-shirt draped around me, the only fabric on my body.
I shrug the blanket aside and get up quickly to look for him. My curious eyes scan every corner and walls of this vast lighthouse which gives erotic dark-rom vibes.
Morning rays vanish as I enter the base with the lift, walking casually as if I own the place when my eyes find him.
In the same trousers, he's doing his routine pushups on his single arm-sweat glistening from his toned chest and triceps, wet-messed hair scattered on forehead-His back is in my direction.
I drool silently because it's my right.
He looks so sinfully hot...like a Devil carved out from shadows...Enticing and scary.
But nothing vanishes the rage of how he kept me naked all night.
"You can drool from close too" His deep voice drags me out of my world "-with better visuals and positions." He hasn't even turned in my direction.
My sleep drowned eyes narrows, last night he felt my warmth, now this is my turn.
I walk toward him in slow steps, laziness seeping into me as I lower myself onto his back, lying on my stomach.
With our bodies pressed together, he continues his pushups with my whole weight on him. I wrap my arms around his chest, my body rising and falling with his every moment.
"You don't love me aayansh, I went so many days without seeing you-" I blabber with irritation, hiding my face in his back "And you were watching me, you ret-urned two days ago and met me last night? And-"
My words choke off as he suddenly shifts, sending me tumbling onto the floor under him. My eyes squeeze shut in fear, but before my head could hit the hard surface, he places his palm beneath.
I exhale a shaky breath, forcing my eyes open to find him ogling at me intensely. I'm caged beneath him, his arms braced on either side.
I turn my face to the other side, refusing to meet his eyes, my voice low but firm as I give him a mad look.
His lips curl slightly, in a devilish way.
He doesn't say a word, doesn't react, his hot breath ghosting over my face as he leans in- his lips linger on my neck sensually, his hand slips beneath the T-shirt I'm wearing, fingers grazing my belly.
My breath quickens, he's doing this on purpose. I won't let him have that satisfaction.
His face drifts back to mine, slowly as he presses a kiss to the corner of my lips- then earlobe as he whispers in a menacing voice "Two minutes, amour, get up-because I won't control myself on the third."
He pulls his arm away from one side and I get up in a rush, adjusting the T-shirt.
"Such an obedient wife" He smirks, rising up.
"These are safety precautions" I pressed, without meeting his eyes.
In one swift motion, he lifts me up in a bridal carry and makes our way out when I blurt out "We're not going out like this?!" He doesn't react, face as always cold.
I wrap my arms around his neck.
Doesn't this man have shame? I'm just in his T-shirt and he's shirtless. How can-
We step outside into the open space, where a Rolls Royce cullinan waits ahead. His men stand at either side of the car, heads bowed, eyes fixed on the ground like an instructed robot, keeping a respectful distance from us.
Aayansh pushes the door open and we step into the cullinan's lavish cabin, draped with sleek curtains, lounge-like reclining seats, a gleaming dressing mirror and everything- black and grey.
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I take another sip of my hot chocolate, boredom is all I'm feeling.
I shift my gaze from the window to Aayansh, he's doing something on his iPad with his usual face. A black shirt clings to his muscular frame, paired with pants and a black overcoat, his hair settled with perfection.
Oh god, he looks so hot like this!
But, whatever.
"At least tell me, where are we going?" I ask, my voice laced with desperation and curiosity.
"To meet someone"
"Someone-who?"
"You'll see" He still doesn't spare me a glance, making me more irritated and desperate than i'm.
I turn back to the window again, sipping on hot chocolate as I stare outside.
Who could this 'someone' be? Do I know him or her? Ugh, this curiosity is too much to handle.
Meanwhile- I'm lost in my thoughts, he tosses the tab aside and taking the hold of my waist, he pulls me in his lap in a blink.
"What?" I murmur near his face, startled.
He caresses my neck, his voice dominant and husky "I like this desperation of yours only and only when it's for me-"
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