60. 2
Heavy rain lashes against the windshield, the night humming with thunder... drowning the city in its rhythm when Aayansh's black car stills before his private villa.
He steps out?-rain cascading over his tailored suit- soaking him in seconds.
Ordering the driver to park and leave, he himself makes his way to the silent villa. There's no one here, not even servants.
Running fingers through his messy-drenched hair, Aayansh enters the empty hall, the silence mingling with the relentless downpour of rain outside. He takes off his blazer, tossing it on the couch as he lets out a small crack on his neck before heading toward the grand lawn outside.
As he reaches there, his gaze falls on Tara, lingering on her like a quiet caress.
He leans against the glass door, folding his arms as he stares at her like a man mesmerized.
Here, Tara who's lost in her own world. Clutching her guitar, humming the lyrics as a soft melody flows from her fingers. The pink middie she's wearing clings to her frame, rain-soaked hair dancing wildly with each movement, each sway of her like an angel untouched.
I'm the sunshine, you're the dark
Together we make a twisted spark
I'm the light that fades in your eyes
You're the silence that never dies...
Her voice floats over the rain, soft and intimate. Every word she breathes wrapping the drops in a heat, Aayansh's gaze traces her every movement, the charm on her face, the sway of her hips to the melody playing with the soft hum of her voice.
Aadhi hai rehguzar, aadha hai aasmaan
Aadhi hai manzilen aadha jahan...
She's so engrossed in herself when a loud crack of thunder tears through the sky, making her shiver. The guitar slips from her hand, hitting the wet ground with a dull thud as her body jolts from the shock.
She bumps into something hard.
Her eyes drop to his arms around her waist as she sighs, "Aayansh?"
He doesn't answer, drawing in her scent, his lips hovering over her ear, eyes shut as the rain streams down his face.
In this silence, he's breathing her.
Tara wraps her arms over his, locking them around her waist as they stand beneath the downpour, letting the ice cold drops drench them.
The world shrinks into nothing, the rain wrapping them both in its intimate rhythm.
Tara's heart starts racing out of nowhere, embracing the addictive heat of him when he murmurs against her lobe, "I have a good effect on you."
Her eyes flick open, thinking what to say. Then she excuses, breathless "Any girl would react the same if a guy she loves is so close."
"I'm not talking about 'any girl'?-" He cuts her excuse off, his voice low and intimidating "I'm talking about my girl."
She exhales, silent now.
Feeling the cold drops with the heat between them.
And in the next breath, Aayansh flips her toward him.
Tara lifts her head, eyes searching his... as he stares at her with the intensity that makes her stomach flip. Her fingers tracing his abs over the thin fabric of his shirt, he rests his forehead on hers.
"You're so in love, Amour." He says, eyes locked to hers with the same depth.
She falls silent, then murmurs "As if you aren't?"
"I never denied," His thumb tracing her rosy cheek, voice an intense whisper.
"You did!" She protests, "Remember the day we married, you said, 'Love makes people weak and you have no weaknesses.'?"
His lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk.
"I always meant those words" His palm cups her face, holding her gaze as he finishes "For the world, love becomes a weakness at certain points in life. For me?-" He tilts closer to her face until his lips hover over hers, "Tara Aayansh Oberoi is and will never be my weakness."
Unblinking, Tara's eyes stay locked and Aayansh, searching for a hint of his thoughts. But his eyes are like an endless ocean, one can drown in them, yet never fully cross.
Then her eyes get teary as she blinks, mumbling "I want us to stay like this forever, far away from all chaos, like a happy," her voice breaks "... normal couple."
Aayansh's eyes turn cold the moment he sees tears glistening in hers, something darker flashing in his gaze.
Meanwhile, tara's mind drifts back. The flashback of what she witnessed two days ago replay vividly before her eyes... how aashika revealed the things she never imagined... the faint, haunting traces of a brutal past.
"Open- the door, please" Tara's breath dries, palms slamming against the sealed car's window frantically as she panics.
"I c- can't breathe, pl-please open the door," Her voice dying before even leaving her throat.
Her eyes squirms in suffocation when her phone rings, she glances at the screen-Aayansh. With slightly shaking hands, she picks the call and blurts out "aa-aayansh... I c-can't-"
Within minutes, her forehead pressing against the steering wheel, eyes blurring with tears when she senses someone's presence... she stills, feeling too weak to move her body.
Aayansh, who has just arrived, his cold eyes directly lands on Tara trapped in the car automatically locked from inside. Fury darkens his expressions, muscles clenches.
With a sharp crack, his fist slams into the corner of the window, the brutal force makes the glass explode into thousands of fragments.
His bloodied knuckles fumble over the lock inside, a sharp click and the door swings on.
Sensing his presence, Tara lifts her crimson-streaked face, drenched in sweat and tears.
"Aay...ansh" A sob escapes her lips as she tries to crouch toward him when his cold and commanding voice cuts through- "Don't move!?"
Startled, she roots in her place, realising tiny glass shards are scattered all over the seat and can hurt her bare skin.
Her fear-filled but relieved eyes stay glued to him as he shrugs his blazer off, leans halfway into the car, one knee braced on the seat. He drapes the fabric around her, his oversized blazer swallowing her petite form.
Carefully, one hand braced against the front glass, Aayansh hooks his other arm around her waist and lifts her with effortless strength.
Tara's arms instinctively wrap around his neck and legs over his torso, leaving her entire weight on him as he maneuvers through the shards- making sure not a single fragment touches her skin- he lowers them and the moment his foot touches solid ground.
.. he cradles her out of the car against him.
As he stands straight, Tara, still clinging to him, lets go of all her fear and starts sobbing like a child... her small frame shaking against his chest.
Aayansh's hold tightens around her, eyes flashing red as he exhales, muscles twitching with rage but he restrains the sadistic side of him.... Just because she's already scared.
"Shh, relax jaan" He murmurs, kissing her hair "I'm here."
Slowly, she pulls her face back, her teary eyes lifting to meet him as he wipes her tears with his thumb when she realises something.
"Your h- hand is bleeding," She gasps, taking his hands in both hers.
Another wave of thunder crashes through the stormy air, Tara lowers her head, unable to bear the burning intensity of his gaze.
Her body trembles from the cold, but his stare at her tilted face doesn't waver, the same depth... as if he's reading every quiet corner of her soul.
"I'm feeling co-" Before she can even complete, he sweeps her into arms, making their way inside the villa.
A moment later, Aayansh stands in the closet-shirt and pants soaked through, fabric molding to the ridges of his frame-Damp hair falling messily on his forehead.
His phone pressed to his ear, "And you think you'll get away breathing?" His voice is laced with aggression, calm but menacing "You know exactly what happens when I walk into these profit-loss games."
Before the conversation can proceed, Tara slips behind him, his eyes drop to her arms around his chest as she presses her cheek against his soaked back, mumbling "No aggression, please."
His eyes stay on her arms, he ends the call and tosses the phone on the couch before his hand locks around her wrist, pulling her in front.
"Don't disturb," I cling back to his chest, eyes fluttering shut as I murmur his own words to him "Let me feel you."
His arm cradles around my waist, "You can feel me in many other ways," He tilts on me until his hot breath ghost against my lobe, biting it as he whispers darkly "And positions."
My ears heat up but I don't pull away, hissing "No, this is the best way."
The wet fabric of my middie sticking to my curves, damp hair plastering to my forehead and neck as I press myself against him harder... needy for his warmth.
His hands encircle my curves, letting me have whatever I seek.
This feels so good, I rub my nose against his chest and make patterns.
A moment passes.
Another.
I stay clinged.
But my breath hitches when I realise him unzipping my dress in one swift motion.
I detach to look up at him, "You?-" words die in my throat as he grabs my nape, yanking my face up, his lips crash against mine. Brutal and desperate.
My eyes squirm shut, feeling his passion on my lips, I whimper in his mouth. He sucks on my lips, more feasting on them like a starving soul.
Slowly, I start reciprocating him. My back arches back with the intensity, hands reaching to tug his hair.
Minutes passes, he doesn't stop, his lips crash harder against mine, tongue savoring every corner of my mouth.
I tap on his chest impulsively, breathless.
Aayansh traps my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking harder before biting with insatiable hunger-then finally?-he frees me.
I gasp uncontrollably, chest heaving wildly as each ragged breath fights its way out. His mouth is already on the edge of my jaw, devouring my half-soaked skin.
He pins me against the closet's wall, his mouth hovering over my neck. The heat of his lips against my neck sends a strange ache of pleasure within me, my hands clutch the wet fabric of his shirt as if my life depends on it.
I choke out, "Aah-yahnsh-"
"Shh-" He cuts me off in a whisper, his teeth grazing my collarbone.
Before I can even register, my soaked dress is on the floor- half torn.
I stand in my black shapewears, pressed between the closet's wall and him.
He picks me in his arms, I hide my face against his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. A chaotic mix of shame, vulnerability, thrill and yearning coursing through as my cheeks burn with the heat of him, his touch and closeness.
He brings me to the room, pushes me down to the bed before detaching. Outside, the rain lashing against the rolling thunder, making the moment more sensual then already it is.
His intense eyes sweep the entirety of my exposed body, from head to toe, slowly as if he's devouring me with his eyes.
There's something beyond hunger with darkness mixed in them.
I turn my head to the other side.
He watches the shift of my expressions, every reaction, making me more flushed.
Should I spread my legs?
Shut up.
His gaze stays locked to mine as he lowers to my stomach, his mouth sealing over my navel in a hard, torturous suck that makes my back arch off the mattress.
My lips part, a broken moan slipping as fire coils low inside me, hands fisting in his clothed shoulders.
I twitch against the mattress when his grip clamps around my waist, holding me captive as his mouth trails all over my stomach, nibbling, biting and branding my skin with a bunch of marks.
"Mmmhh-" My legs tighten around his neck, letting him devour me the way he wants.
My muffled moans and cries echo in the room, mingling with the heavy downpour outside. The rain drums harder, so does my heartbeat.
The panties cling to me, wetness pooling down my folds.
His lips are on my inner thigh, gripping my ass, his teeth sink into my left thigh and I cry out- "Aah- yan slow."
My eyes flutter open slowly, feeling the detachment of his lips on my skin, I look down with uneasiness, only to watch him getting up as he presses a button at the nightstand.
Next, I find complete darkness swallowing the room, but my breath falters when I look up-only to find the entire ceiling transformed into a mirror
My ears burn with shame as my eyes snag on my own reflection above, the thin black bra and panties clinging to me, lips parted, legs splayed in restless abandon. My light brown hair spills wildly across the pillow, face framing a flushed and exhausted crimson.
But above all, these marks all over my stomach and thighs, proving the torture of his mouth on me.
I'm so fucking scared.
But thrilled-
"Slide these off," He orders, his gaze fixed on my slick panties while his fingers work to open the buttons of his shirt.
"Huh?" I flinch, biting my inner cheek.
"Slide that wet fabric off your beautiful thighs," He rasps, his voice husky as he peels his soaked shirt off his body, tossing it aside?- Eyes darkening with lust, shifting back to me "Spread these legs and give your husband the taste of the sin coating your tight little cunt."
"You do have a mouth to do that" I gasp, his smirk deepens and a sharp coil of regret twists inside me.
Fuck my bold ass!
He doesn't grant me another moment to part my legs, his hand forces them open, and before I can protest, his lips descend, tongue vibrating against the heat of me, "My mouth is starving to devour this pussy, but right now, I'm going to make love to my woman."
My goddamn heart flutters.
I wanted this, wanted him to make love to me. He's never gentle in bed, never the man who holds back his hunger, yet tonight, I'm aching for him to love me the way he did on his birthday.
His lips press against my soaked folds, the drenched fabric of my panties clinging between us.
Heat sears through me as my eyes drift to the mirrored ceiling, my own reaction staring back, legs parted with his face buried between them, his mouth closed over me.
I'm losing my mind.
I hook trembling fingers into the waistband of my panties and drag them down, baring myself to him.
His smirk curves darker, I can't care less. Slowly, his tongue drags over my folds, savoring every drop of me, making my thighs tremble around his face.
My head falls back, eyes rolling back as pleasure surges through me.
My eyes stay on the ceiling as he rises, and a broken cry rips through my throat when he thrusts his thick, calloused thumb inside me without warning.
"Aaah-yah..ansh" I cry out, fisting the bedsheet and moving my head with sudden invasion, tears soaking my face.
I writhe between his legs, he leans down to peck my lips, murmuring against my mouth "Relax, it's just my thumb." He circles his thumb in me, stretching my clenched walls open and hitting the spots that make me twitch beneath him.
His thumb curls inside me, plunging in and out with frantic insistence. At first, it overwhelms me, but slowly, the rhythm finds me, heat builds as I surrender to the relentless pleasure.
And then, suddenly I shatter. A hot, trembling wave rips through me, I cry out as my body convulses and floods over his hand.
I feel his devilish gaze on me throughout as I collapse against the mattress, trembling.
I try to shrink, my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realise I just squirted on his hand, the bedsheet beneath is drenched.
I shouldn't be embarrassed, but I can't help it. Every time he makes me squirt, my body burns with shame and heat... as if I've peed in front of him.
Flushed, my entire face burns crimson as I blink up at him, trying to look innocent.
Broad, toned chest and shoulders, finely carved abs and a devilishly handsome face. Oh god, he's intoxicating, so sexy.
He shifts atop me, his full weight pressing down on his one arm. I'm pinned beneath him, still trembling and spent from the waves of pleasure that haven't faded.
An intimate silence lingers between us.
I whimper when his thumb brush harshly against my clit down there, "So fucking sensitive" He whispers against my mouth, our eyes locked "So fucking ruinable."
I wrap my arms around his back, eyes closing as his hand slides over my chest, cupping my left breast. He presses and kneads on it, making me moan over and over.
His warm lips closed over my collarbone, biting harder, and every unholy sound I'm trying to stifle slips past my lips.
Being intimate with someone you love never feels like mere lust, especially when they attend your pleasure and needs with equal intensity.
His mouth descends to my cleavage, licking and sucking the skin with a burning hunger while he kneads on my other breast, I shiver with his desperation.
My nails rake across his back, he doesn't care, not even a bit.
His arm grips my waist, tilting me just enough for his mouth to trace my bare back, before he sinks his teeth into the hook of my bra, undoing it as he throws it aside.
My breasts spill free, heavy and aching. My hard buds brushes against his chest as he spins me back toward him.
His eyes are now pinned to my naked, heaving chest, I want to bury myself somewhere out of shame.
The ache in my buds deepens, unbearably sensitive under the heat of his unwavering gaze.
His gaze locks with mine, his voice serious as his eyes roam over my chest "Any difference?"
I hesitate, not sure if I'm blushing. "I-don't know..." I look here and there "Maybe, they're heavier now."
He dips closer, planting a hungry kiss on each of my breasts.
My buds throb painfully.
Another thunder tears through the sky outside.
I wrap my arms around him, cuddling harder, pressing him to me until our chests fuse together.
Our heart beats mix in a rhythm, just me and him, as the world around us fades into nothingness.
He kisses my shoulder, his one arm locking me tighter against his hard frame, so close that his body overwhelms mine, forcing a gasp from my lips.
"I'm tired, aayan" I murmur somehow, eyes still shut, lips trembling.
He buries his face deeper in my neck, kissing and nibbling harder, his grip on me never waver... as if he means to consume me until I'm nothing but full of him.
His hand fumbles to unbuckle his belt, desperate and hungry, his breath husk against my heated skin as he rasps, "You're on pills?"
I bite my bottom lip, his hardness brush against my thigh as I pant, "I-aaya-"
"Yes or no?" He cuts in, voice rough, forcing my legs apart until he has complete access to my slick core.
"No-" I whimper, realising I'd been taking pills ever since that day in the office, when he released inside me out of his breeding kink.
He takes a deep breath against my chest.
I murmur "I'll t-take after...wards-"
"Don't," He interrupts, leaning in to graze his lips along my cheek as his hand caresses my inner thigh. "It's not good for your health."
Aayansh detaches, slipping off his belt and tossing it aside. I lie open for him, exhausted and vulnerable.
He unzips his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, his throbbing cock- heavy, thick and rock-hard-coming fully into the view.
I gulp, his eyes darkening with a raw hunger as he wraps his hands around his length, giving it a few strong strokes.
Then he reaches for the nightstand's drawer, pulling something out-a condom.
He tears the packet open and slides it over his erection, desperate but unhurried.
I watch him quietly. He doesn't want me to get pregnant, but I do.
I want him inside me, want to carry his babies, our babies, growing inside me.
But no, I don't have the heart to go through what happened with my first Babies again.
I don't know why, but my hand drifts to my stomach, they were growing here, inside me... before leaving this world.
My angels.