60. 3
"Come back to this world, amour" His hoarse voice drags me out of my thoughts.
He leans into me, one hand braced at my side, dragging his thick length down to press against my slick, aching folds.
My body trembles at the contact, his lips push against the edge of my jaw as he grinds against me, harder and harder but doesn't enter and I'm already shaking.
"Mmh... Aah-yahn" Another unwilling moan slips, my head falling back as he presses his cock up and down over my folds, still not pushing inside.
My hands roam over his chest until he suddenly seizes my wrists, trapping them in one hand effortlessly and pinning them above my head.
My eyes roll, he's still grinding his hard length against my slick folds, stroking up and down harder but doesn't push inside.
"Baby-" He rasps, his lips nibbling on the skin just above my left tit.
Blinking through the haze, my lashes flutter as I stare back at him, breathless and undone.
"You're so fucking soft" His husky deep voice vibrates against my skin, his hardness parting me for him to enter "So tight and addictive."
A strangled whimper slips past my lips as overstimulation consumes me, his cock shows no mercy, nor does his relentless mouth on my skin.
Hovering over me, he drapes the blanket over our naked bodies, pressing his tip at my entrance without pushing in.
Against my mouth, he whispers "It will hurt."
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, fear and anticipation coiling as I mutter in ragged breaths "As.. if-if you...care?"
"I do," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek, tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear. "But once I'm inside you-" His voice drops darker, "There's no care, no mercy."
I shiver.
"Ready, baby?"
I nod timidly, eyes squeezed shut in dread.
The blunt head of his cock presses in, stretching me open. A cry escapes me, then a piercing scream rips through my throat as he thrusts in, filling me deeper than I can take.
It burns at first because of his size, his cock forcing me open beyond my limits, my walls clenching tightly around him.
I move my head with uneasiness, a choked sob escaping me, my body trembling beneath him.
He releases my hands, letting me dig my nails on his tight taut skin as he pulls my hips back. I scream "Aaah-yahnsh, it-it's bur-ning."
Unhinged tears soak my face.
Aayansh wraps my trembling legs around his waist, lifting me higher. He leans down, mouth crashing against mine, kissing me harder as he swallows every cry escaping past my lips.
Slowly, as he guides his length inside me, giving me just enough space to adjust to his size. The initial pain melts into a delicious pleasure, he doesn't stop, lodging himself deeper in my cunt.
His lips devouring mine hungrily as I cling to him for support, my body has no energy to move. I just reciprocate the kiss, my nail clawing at his back.
Through my hazy gaze, I catch us in the mirrored ceiling. Naked, clinged to each other. Every inch of me is hidden beneath his broad frame, only my teary, smudged eyes peeking through. And my arms cling to his back, seeming so tiny against the power of his body.
I blush harder, staring at our reflection.
I exist for him, he exists for me.
I tap on his shoulder the moment I run out of breath, he detaches a little, rests his sweat coated forehead on mine-Looking intensely in my eyes, "We belong here," He whispers, his nose brush mine "With each other, for now-" He pauses, letting my heart sink "And forever."
I can't form words, just stare back at him silently.
He buries his face in my neck, placing slow, hungry kisses on my skin. I tangle my fingers in his sweat-soaked hair, eyes squeezing shut, lips parted with pleasure and warmth as I draw him closer, wanting him to devour me the way he desires.
He's still inside me, plunging deeper with every moment. His cock and lips on my skin are the only thing I'm feeling in my numb body right now. I bite his shoulder hard.
"Aaah... yah-nsh" I choke, lost in the pace he drives inside me, every thrust making me forget my own name, teetering on the edge until I lose my goddamn self before him.
But my eyelids flutter open slightly when his phone buzzes from the nighstand.
My head shift toward it.
He doesn't budge, not even an inch, taking me with the same ravenous hunger, as if the world and every sound doesn't exist.
I press my bottom lip between my teeth, suppressing the unholy sounds as I murmur "aa-aayan?"
No answer.
"Your phone-it's ringing" I press with a shaky breath.
"It might be.. a-an important.. call" I somehow force these words out of my aching throat.
He strokes himself inside me, hitting my g-spot harder, murmuring "Nothing is more important than having my woman like this."
And then suddenly, my body convulses. A desperate scream escaping me as I'm overtaken by ecstasy, trembling beneath as I come undone again on his length.
I have nothing left, utterly spent as I fall back against the sheets.
He keeps driving inside me, chasing his own release, the whole bed quakes beneath us with the force he's thrusting.
I stare at his handsome face and body with a blurred vision.
Sweat glistens across his chest, his entire weight braced on his one tricep, hair tousled and clinging to his forehead as he moves above me.
While I'm lost in the overwhelming sensation, gasping and crying out, his arm tighen around me, pressing me even harder against him. Heat and fullness flood me as I realise he's riding out the tremors of his hot, thick cum.
That freaking condom seperating his every drop from pulsing freely inside me, it's unbearable, I want to feel his warm liquid filling me.
He relaxes, face nuzzled into my neck as he empties himself, his lips leaving lingering kisses along my collarbone. I shift slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, my body still shaking with the aftershocks.
And in the next breath, he flips me over, settling me atop his chest. My head rests against his heart, legs draped around his torso-feeling the warmth of him beneath me as he presses his lips to my hair.
"I love you," I murmur, hearing his heartbeats against my ear.
I patiently wait for his 'I love you too'.
But he doesn't say a word, just holding me as I'll slip away somewhere.
I pull back slightly, resting my chin on his chest, murmuring with a flutter of heartburn "At least say I love you too!" My voice barely escapes, hoarse from screaming his name relentlessly.
He gazes deeply into my eyes, so intense it makes me forget how to blink... as if it's hypnotizing me. Then, he murmurs "You're hearing it."
Confusion flickers across my face, "How?" I whisper.
He guides my head back to his chest, and his heartbeat echoes in my ears again, loud and steady, grounding me in the warmth of him.
"Words end when lips are shut, they're meaningless, amour" His hand roams over my bare back, my heart flutters as he finishes off "What I feel for you is here." I hear his heart beating for me- "Alive, beating until I'm breathing."
I cuddle him, overwhelmed with the emotions.
Maybe I still haven't understood him, I always expect him to follow the world ways-but no. My Aayansh is nothing like others, he's different.
My eyes snap open when I feel him moving up, then it hits me-
He's hard again!
But he just orgasmed, barely a few minutes ago.
While I'm still in daze, I feel my body lifted into the air as he carries me toward the bathroom and I realise he's not going to spare me.
**
I breathe heavily, sprawled across his chest on the bed. Tangled in the sheets, our bodies still bare from the shower, where his torment hadn't ceased... at last, I have a moment to catch my breath.
With my face hidden in his chest, I murmur slowly "You're... so-cruel."
Then something inside me snaps.
"Are you... sure I won't get pregnant?" Tension coils inside me, my voice barely steady. "You know... last time I took the pills on time, and still conceived." I swat his chest with a gasp.
"But whatever, we'll have only five babies-two boys and three girls-" I exhale, "No actually, three boys and two girls."
I pull my face from his chest, tilting up to look at him. He's leaning back against the headboard, head and shoulders relaxed. A cigar smoldering between his fingers. His face cold, calm and unreadable, as if he's thinking something.
How can he be this relaxed after fucking the hell out of me?
"Stop smoking," I snap, "You know I've read an article smoking affects the sperm production...and I want so many babies in future."
His eyes drop to mine, a devilish smirk forming on his lips. He doesn't say a word, leaving me confused.
But then I realise what I asked him a moment ago, 'are you sure I won't get pregnant?' and about the last time, my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I gulp.
I stay quiet for a moment, hiding my face. He crushes the cigar into the ashtray, then slips one arm around my back, pulling me more against his chest.
"I'm hungry," I whisper, feeling my stomach twisting with a quiet burn.
He leans in a little, lips grazing my ear, hot breath fanning over my lobe as he husks, "I'm also hungry."
"I'm hungry for food" I quickly excuse.
"And I'm hungry for my food" His deep, throaty voice does something low in my belly.
My eyes burn as I stare back at him, "You just had your food."
His hand slides between my thighs, grazing over my sore, sensitive cunt. I shiver at the touch as he whispers "I want more."
His hand captures both of mine, pining them behind my back against his chest. I whimper softly, breathless "No way-I'm so tired."
I squirm my eyes shut as he presses me harder against him, I realise he's not gonna stop.
His breath flow against my face, I struggle timidly in his hold.
No movements.
Just stillness and silence lingers between us.
I open my left eye a little, only to find him staring intensely at my face.
Next, I feel him shifting me to the side of the mattress as he stands. I quickly pull the blanket around me, covering my exposed chest and can't help but watch him walking completely naked toward the closet-utterly shameless.
Within a few minutes, he returns, a pair of black shorts now on and with a black T-shirt in one hand.
Reaching me, he snatches the blanket away in one swift motion. I instinctively wrap my arms around my chest, heat rushing to my face.
He holds my arm, pulling me up onto my knees in bed. A sharp cry escapes my lips as the ache in my lower body flares, my muscles trembling as I feel he's still inside me.
His eyes scan my body for a brief moment, tracing every mark he's left on me.
"Too delicate," He murmurs, towering over my head, his fingers brushing my shoulders as he slips the T-shirt over my head. "This wasn't your first time."
Bipolar.
I want to argue, but my throat is aching.
He wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me against his chest, my legs curl around his torso as I press close, cuddling him.
We reach the kitchen downstairs, he settles me onto the slab, my legs swing in the air.
There's no servant or culinary staff here, he should've ordered something.
I don't know why, but I'm dying to eat something spicy.
My hand reaches for his phone on the slab,
and I murmur to myself "I'm ordering something."
Before I can touch it, he snatches the phone from my fingers and tosses it onto the couch. I stare at him, blinking in confusion.
He grabs some green vegetables, placing them on the board as he starts chopping.
No freaking way!
He's gonna cook, but he just knows one thing in the name of cooking-That disgusting porridge.
Just the thought of its taste makes me want to vomit.
"I want to eat something spicy" I urge, sitting on the slab with my legs swinging in the air.
He doesn't answer, his focus is on chopping. Once done, he puts the vegetables in a bowl, adding a few ingredients before sliding it onto the oven.
I wrap my arms around my stomach, burning with hunger.
Then my eyes wander around the kitchen, memories of the last time he cooked the same porridge-and banged me on the slab, then on the couch, against the wall, flashes unbidden in my mind and my cheeks heats up unwillingly.
That was so dirty!
"We've done far dirtier things than that," His voice makes me glance back at him. He's pouring the porridge into a bowl, eyes focused on the deed, then he walks toward me.
What the fuck!
He hands me the bowl, saying "Eat."
My eyes drop to that eww thing. I swear I want to puke, but I force the thought down. Taking a deep breath, I lift the spoon, summon all my courage and begin to eat.
Please someone tell this man how horrible he is at cooking.
I mean, yuck!
Meanwhile I eat, Aayansh is talking on call with his usual face?-I look at the time in vintage clock-03: 51 A.M!
After taking three fucked-up spoons, I stare back at him "I'm full."
His eyes shift to me, that same monstrous gaze of his. "Finish all of it!"
I make puppy eyes. "I can't?-"
He cuts in, "You know I don't care if you're already sore."
I quickly start stuffing the porridge into my mouth, finish it in no time and place the bowl aside before turning back at him.
I let out a yawn as he wipes the corner of my lips with his thumb, murmuring, "Good girl."
She sighs with irritation as a stray of hair brushes across her face. Aayansh leans over, tucking the strands behind her ear before sliding his arms beneath to pick her up.
"Don't... touch... me, I'm married" She murmurs in her sleep, voice soft and muffled.
Aayansh carries her inside the room, lifting her closer to his face. His lips hover over hers as he whispers dangerously "And who will stop me?"
Tara makes a disgusted face, deep lost in slumber, snapping with soft irritation "My husband will... break your balls."
He lays her down on the mattress, but her hands cling to his shoulders, trembling as she mumbles through her haze. “I love?-so much.. Aayan?-sh oberoi.”
Aayansh’s lips soften into a small smile, rare and genuine.
He sinks down beside her, pulling her up on his chest. With a slow exhale, his eyes drift shut.
Tara rests in bed, glancing at her gynaecologist Dr. Martha sitting nearby, focused on checking her with quiet precision as she wasn't feeling good since morning.
“So...” Dr. Martha finally asks, her voice soft "How often do you have intercourse, Mrs. Oberoi?"
Tara hesitates, mind scrambling for an answer, unsure what to say.
"We-" She manages to spill the words, "We had it just last... night."
"Oh, And how long does Mr. Oberoi last inside you?" The Doctor pushes another question, making Tara burn with shame.
"Actually..." She murmurs, voice barely audible "He doesn't stop- I think... half an hour... maybe more."
How should Tara even tell she never stays sane when he's inside her?
Dr. Martha, noting all this, rummages through her bag, searching for something. "So-" She presses, "Did he use protection last night?"
Tara's eyes flicker here and there.
"Want to know the brand as well?"
Tara turns her head toward the door, finding Aayansh entering the room. His cold eyes on Dr. Martha, who lowers her gaze timidly.
"I... was just asking f-for information" Dr. Martha mutters hesitantly, without daring to put forward another word, she rises quickly and slips out of the room.
Tara's eyes shift from her leaving to Aayansh as he covers her with a blanket "She was doing her work."
He gives her the medicine, asserting "Sleep, you need rest."
She nods, as he presses his lips against her forehead before leaving.
Moments passed since Aayansh has left, Tara is lying in bed, restless.
Something comes in her mind, she gets up slightly, reaching for her phone on the night stand as she dials to someone... hesitantly.
The call connects, Tara says nothing at first, then finally she gathers herself "Can you... can you please meet me today?"
Hearing the other person's answer, she exhales and lies back in bed.
Aayansh stands near the glass walls of his floor, eyes fixed at the world outside, a cigar pressed between his lips as smoke curls lazily around.
A knock cracks on the door. He doesn't turn, ordering the person to enter.
Rivaan.
He halts a few steps from Aayansh, a sealed envelope clutched in his hand.
Rivaan falters, searching for the right words. He wants to ask about Tara, her whereabouts, her well-being...but he's scared of his brother to death.
"Bhai... actually" He manages to spill, "Bhabhi-"
"You don't have to think about her, Rivaan" Aayansh cuts in, his voice cold, eyes still fixed on the world outside.
"Sorry, Bhai, I was... j-just asking" Rivaan says, quickly recovering his composure.
"So you're not concerned about your sister-in-law?" The burning cigar twitched between Aayansh's fingers, playing like a twisted game.
"I am!" Rivaan quickly answers, "I was-"
"You know how much I hate anyone even thinking about my wife, right?" Aayansh's voice is calm, lethal.
"S-sorry-bhai" Rivaan stutters, eyes immediately dropping to the floor.
"Stop stammering," Aayansh orders, crushing the cigar aside "Keep the envelope on table and leave."
Rivaan backs away and quickly walks out, as if he just escaped his death. "So manipulative" He mutters in his breath, heading out of Aayansh's floor.
Finally, Aayansh turns, sinking into his chair, his fingers curling around the envelope.
Face blunt, eyes locked on the envelope as he slides the papers out. Tossing the empty cover aside, his gaze meticulously roams over each page.
Tara's pregnancy reports: positive. Eight weeks, completely healthy. These aren't routine results, but thoroughly examined, every detail confirmed.
Going through the papers, he sets them back on the table and leans his head against the chair's crown. Closing his eyes, their last night's moments replay vividly in his mind.
His hand grabs the paperweight, rotating it within his palm-expressions unreadable but something twisting is going on in his head.
After a moment, he opens his eyes and turns on the large screen in front of him. Tara comes under his gaze, sleeping peacefully in the bed.
His gaze looms over her, a satisfied peace settling in his chest.