Chapter 16 #2
He was unnervingly patient as he stroked her, in and out, until she was trembling, edged so far that she was a simpering mess. A tear ran down her cheek when he bit the inside of her thigh, then stroked over the hurt with the tip of his tongue.
“I can’t take it,” she said, wiping at her smudged mascara. “H-hem, I can’t?—”
“Yes you can.” Hem gripped Mina’s hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.
He yanked her onto her on all fours, holding her steady even though her knees quivered.
She heard a foil wrapper tear, and she wondered for a brief moment if he’d kept more than one in his nightstand drawer.
If he planned on using all of them for her.
Then he was sliding his cock against her, and all rational thought flew out the window.
“Now!” she panted as she rocked back against him.
“Now,” Hem repeated and slid into her, stretching her muscles until she shook and sobbed from the pleasure- pain of it. He was so much thicker than she’d ever taken before. She clenched around him as he pulled out and pushed into her again, a little deeper this time.
Mina pressed her face into the comforter, gasping as Hem thrust again and this time seated himself all the way inside her. He filled her until she felt like he was part of her. The rightness, the overwhelming sensation of it, was frightening even as Mina rocked.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said, panting in time with her ragged breath. She shook her head, thrashing against the pillow.
He gripped her hips harder, deliciously claiming her as he pulled her against his cock. The slap of skin filled the room. Hem was fucking her in earnest now until she screamed with pleasure, delirious with it. She gripped the sheets and writhed against him.
“You ever feel this before?” Hem asked, his words broken and barely audible. He changed his pace until he was able to say more clearly, “I’m yours. You’re mine, Mina. We belong to each other.”
“Hem,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.” Her hair hung over her face, and her arms trembled as she tried desperately to stay upright. “Make me come.”
“Not until you tell me that you’re mine.” He grunted. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and Mina whimpered as she felt the rising pleasure crest.
“I’m— I’m yours!” The word came out as the orgasm rushed through her, tightening every muscle, exploding every pleasure point, until she was suspended in the moment. Hem reached around her and brushed against her sensitive clit.
“Hem!” she screamed again as the pleasure continued to pulse through her, and then with two quick thrusts, he joined her. His chest pressed against her back, a cry erupting from his throat. They fell against the bed together, still connected.
Breath ragged, skin damp with sweat, heart pounding. Mina felt a deeply comfortable exhaustion take over her body. She hadn’t known she could feel this way. This out of body ecstasy was possible. The shock settled over her as the impact of her orgasm began to fade.
Hem rolled off her back and, with a quick kiss against her shoulder, left the bed to go to the bathroom.
She heard the toilet flush and then the sink running.
He returned to the room with a damp cloth in his hand.
Mina still hadn’t moved, and she felt the faint tinge of embarrassment as he helped clean her.
The warm cloth felt good against her tenderness, and she was humming with contentment by the time he finished.
Hem tossed the towel in a laundry basket and slipped under the covers. Despite her height, he maneuvered her easily and pulled her against his chest until they were spooned together. They linked fingers and tangled limbs.
“It was worth the wait,” she said softly.
Hem chuckled. “That was just the start.”
“Mmm- hmm.”
They lay in a comfortable silence until Hem let out a sigh and kissed the side of Mina’s neck, inciting a trail of goose bumps. “I want to wake up with you like this and see the sunrise,” he said.
“Well, you won’t have to wait long,” she said, looking over at the windows. The bright lights of the skyline began to dim as dawn approached. They enjoyed the view in silence before Hem spoke.
“What’s going through your mind? What are your secrets?”
Mina hummed. “I don’t know if it’s a secret, but I’m thinking that even though it’s terrible how Bharat brought us together, I’m happy it happened.”
“Why is that?”
“Because. Lying here with you, I know that every day can be like the Dosa Hutt.”
She felt the muffled laughter in his chest before she heard it. “I have no idea what you mean, hiriye.”
“Well, the Dosa Hutt represents believing in the impossible. I mean, who could’ve imagined that the two of us would one day be like this? Impossible thoughts, right? With you, I know that I can believe in the impossible every day.”
“Mina,” he said gruffly. The raw emotion in his voice had her snuggling closer. “I’m so glad I came home to you.”
She closed her eyes as Hem’s breath began to even. She was Mina Kohli, and she was a warrior queen who’d finally found and fallen in love with her Sikh king.