Rivan sleeping on Devyanis breasts #7
Rivan adjusted his position, sliding closer until his head found the perfect resting place pillowed against the soft swell of her breasts.
The fabric of her frock was thin, warm from her skin, and the steady rise and fall of her breathing lulled him deeper than he had been in years.
Her heartbeat thumped gently beneath his ear, a rhythm that felt like home after two long years of restless nights.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, fingers splaying possessively over her hip as he nuzzled in.
The scent of her sweet, clean, faintly floral filled his lungs.
Every breath she took pressed her breasts more firmly against his cheek, the softness molding around him like the most intimate embrace.
He could feel the faint outline of her nipples through the material, and the knowledge sent a slow, simmering heat through his veins.
Devyani murmured something incoherent in her sleep and shifted again, her thigh brushing against his growing hardness.
The contact made him bite back a groan, but he stayed still, savoring the moment.
Sleep claimed him fully for the first time in two years, his body finally relaxing against the woman who had unknowingly become his sanctuary.
His last conscious thought was of her his baby, his peace, his soon-to-be wife safe in his arms while the world outside burned with threats and rivalries.
Devyani stirred once more in the depths of sleep, her body restless despite the heavy slumber that claimed her.
With a soft, frustrated sound, she shifted onto her side and yanked at the thin straps of her bra.
The fabric twisted awkwardly until she tugged it free entirely, flinging it aside without waking.
Her full breasts spilled free beneath the frock, nipples brushing the material as she settled back onto her back.
Rivan watched every movement, his gaze darkening with heat.
He had never seen her sleep without a bra before always so proper, even in unconsciousness.
Now those soft mounds rose and fell with each breath, the peaks stiffening slightly from the cool air.
He found her discomfort endearing, the way she twisted and turned without ever breaking her deep sleep.
Nothing disturbed her once she was out.
The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of her breathing.
In her place was the same girl he remembered.
Soft.
Unaware.
Safe.
His jaw tightened.
God, he had missed this.
Shaking himself from the thought, he quietly stepped away from the bed and walked toward the wardrobe.
The massive doors opened soundlessly.
Rows of perfectly arranged suits and shirts stared back at him.
His hand moved automatically toward a familiar white shirt.
Crisp.
Freshly pressed.
Simple.
The kind he had always preferred.
For a moment he stood there holding it, his thumb brushing across the fabric.
Then he returned to her side.
Carefully.
Slowly.
As though even the air around her deserved gentleness.
She stirred slightly when the mattress dipped beneath his weight but didn't wake.
A faint frown appeared on her face before disappearing again.
RIVAN couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.
Even asleep she found reasons to be dramatic.
Her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk.
The pastel blue dress she had worn the previous evening was slightly creased now from sleep.
She looked exhausted.
As if she had finally allowed herself to rest after carrying too much for too long.
His expression softened.
For all her strength, she was still human.
Still someone who got tired.
Still someone who needed care, even if she would never admit it.
He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
His fingers lingered for only a second before pulling away.
A strange ache settled inside his chest.
Two years.
Two entire years.
And somehow being this close to her still felt unreal.
As though he might blink and find himself alone again.
His gaze remained fixed on her sleeping face.
A hundred memories flashed through his mind.
The first time he had seen her.
The first time she had laughed in front of him.
The countless moments he had taken for granted.
Moments he would have traded entire empires to get back.
A quiet exhale escaped him.
RIVAN stepped back and folded his arms.
Watching her sleep.
Listening to the silence.
For the first time in a very long time, the room didn't feel empty.
And neither did he.
Rivan smiled down at her, whispering.
"My cute baby."
His eyes traced the way her nipples pressed visibly against the thin cotton, two perfect points that made his cock twitch.
He fought the urge, clenching his jaw as desire surged.
He would not cross that line.
Instead, he climbed back into bed, settling his head once more on the soft pillow of her breasts.
One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close.
A quiet blush warmed his cheeks as he giggled softly to himself, the sound boyish and content.
Peace wrapped around him like a blanket.
His breathing slowed, body relaxing fully against her warmth. For the first time in years, sleep came easily, his mind drifting into calm darkness.
But destiny had other plans.