Chapter 25
Nisha
My pulse thrums wildly as Sidharth gently lays me on the bed.
My arms stay looped around his neck, and without breaking our gaze, he hovers above me, his hands braced on either side of my head.
My breathing quickens, syncing with the warmth of his breath brushing my skin, melting away any lingering doubt about what we’re about to do.
“Are you sure?” he asks huskily, his eyes searching mine.
This man… he’s everything and more. And it’s not just the way he always puts me and my needs first. It’s the way he sees me.
The way he makes me feel safe, wanted, and anticipates my fears and anxieties before I even voice them.
The way he’s somehow taken my broken, damaged heart and made it whole again.
Smiling, I trace the contours of his face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want this. I want you. Every part of you.”
He leans in, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing ragged. “You already have all of me, sweetheart. My every breath and every beat is all yours.”
I try to speak, but no words come out. Before I can gather a single thought, his lips claim mine. I sigh into the kiss as my hands slide down his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, holding on tight, like he’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
I’m panting when he finally breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes.
“Nisha, I don’t just want your body. I want you. Every inch of you. I want to feel you, taste you, know you completely. Body and soul,” he says, his voice rough with need.
The ache in my core intensifies… no longer just from the heat of the moment, but from holding back, when all I want is to tell him the three words that have been clawing at my chest. Words he never asked for, but ones he’s earned in every way possible.
Because if I’m honest, I’m already his in a way that matters the most. It’s just that now I have to finally say it out loud.
“I love you, Sidharth,” I blurt out, the confession tumbling past my lips before I can stop it.
His breath catches, but I keep going, letting the rest pour out.
“I’ve tried to pretend my heart’s not ready, that I still need time to give this relationship a name. But the truth is, you’ve already become a part of me.”
For a moment, he just stares, completely still. Then something flickers in his eyes.
“Say it again,” he rasps.
I swallow hard, my eyes locked on his. “I love you.”
He cups my face in his hands, his touch unsteady.
“God, Nisha, you have no idea what that does to me… hearing you say that.” He leans in and presses a slow, reverent kiss to my forehead, then another to my lips.
“I became yours the moment I laid eyes on you. And now that you’ve confessed your love, there’s no going back.
You’re it for me,” he says gruffly, his voice thick with emotion.
Then he adds, “I love you too, sweetheart. So damn much.”
The tears I’d been trying so hard to hold back finally spill over as I reach up and hold his face in my hands. “You make me believe I can be whole again,” I whisper, the words barely leaving my lips.
“You are whole, Nisha. You always were. You just needed someone to remind you of that.” He gently brushes his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down. “And I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that again.”
Holding my gaze, he rises from the bed and starts to undress, every movement deliberate. He pulls his shirt over his head, then slips out of his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion and stands before me in all his naked glory.
A sharp tingle races down my spine as my eyes roam over him. God, he’s hot—all hard muscle in the right places.
As if he can hear every thought racing through my head, he returns to me and kneels on the bed.
Then he reaches for me and slowly helps me sit up.
Then, with a gentleness that takes my breath away, he slides my dress off my shoulders, his fingertips leaving behind trails of heat that ignite the need already smouldering inside me.
One by one, he peels away the last pieces of the fabric from my body. And just like that, my bra and my panties join his clothes on the floor. All the while, his dark eyes never leave mine.
“You are so perfect,” he rasps as his right hand cups my breast, his thumb lightly caressing my hard nipple.
“You too,” I whisper shyly, my voice barely audible as my fingers trail down his chest, tracing the defined lines of his rock-hard abs.
His muscles tense slightly under my touch, and a thrill runs through me, knowing the effect I have on him.
“So perfect and sexy,” I murmur, more to myself than him, but the way his eyes darken tells me he heard every word.
He grins as he gently pushes me onto my back, then hovers above me once more.
I gasp softly as our bodies are pressed flush together, skin to skin, heart to heart.
His lips find mine again, and his hands continue their slow, deliberate journey across my skin.
I instantly melt into the kiss, completely lost in him.
Damn, his taste is addictive, and the way he manages to both devour and cherish me at the same time…
I just can’t get enough of him, and I know I never will.
“I want to feel you come apart,” he whispers as his mouth trails lower, brushing over my neck, leaving a path of heat as he moves down to explore my breasts.
When he takes one hardened nipple into his mouth and nips at it gently, a tormented moan escapes me.
My body arches towards him, craving more of his touch.
“Sidharth…” I breathe, my voice trembling between a plea and a sigh.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, as his tongue flicks over my hardened nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. The sensation is both too much and still not enough.
“Sidharth, please.”
He lifts his head, his eyes blazing as they meet mine. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to give you everything.”
I swallow hard, the words catching in my throat, my body quivering beneath his.
“You,” I breathe. “I just… I need you. Completely.”
His jaw flexes, and a low growl rises from deep within him.
“Then I’ll give us exactly what we need. I’m going to make you feel everything, Nisha. Every kiss, every touch, every piece of me,” he vows harshly, just before he drops his head.
I bite my lip, my heart pounding against my rib cage as he moves lower, gently parting my legs and settling between my thighs.
I thought feelings like this only existed in romance novels, but this…
this is real. It’s more powerful and more all-consuming than anything I’ve ever imagined in the best possible way.
And the moment his tongue strokes over my most sensitive flesh, I nearly come undone.
My hips jerk, and a strangled moan tears from my throat. “Sidharth…”
His hand presses firmly on my stomach, holding me in place as I writhe beneath him.
Oh gosh! Every nerve in my body sparks to life, and all I can do is clutch the sheets as I give in to the sensation. Every stroke of his tongue unravels me, pushing me closer to the edge with a pace that’s both torturous and perfect.
“You’re so damn responsive,” he whispers against my skin, his tongue continuing the sweet torture. “You and your body are driving me insane.”
“Please,” I cry out, desperation lacing my voice.
In response, he dives in harder, his tongue becoming more desperate, more relentless against my core.
“Hmmm…” I hiss, my back arching as the orgasm builds and builds, until suddenly it crashes over. Sharp and overwhelming, it rips through me like a wave I can’t stop. His tongue keeps lapping at my flesh, prolonging my release until I’m shaking and breathless.
He then crawls up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. It makes me feel wild, desired, and beautiful. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, not wanting a single inch between us.
I’m still floating in the haze of pleasure, my body melting beneath him.
I’m so consumed by the thought that I barely register the shift until I feel the thick, heavy press of his cock at my entrance.
I immediately tense. His body stills the moment he feels the shift, his brows furrowing as his eyes meet mine.
“Nisha?” he whispers.
My heart pounds like a drum, and for a moment, the fear of telling him the truth grips me. Fear of how he might react, and what he’ll think once he knows. But I can’t hide this from him.
“I’ve never… I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, my voice trembling with nerves.
His eyes widen, and I can see them cloud with surprise before concern takes over. “We can stop, sweetheart. We don’t have to go any further.”
I shake my head quickly, my grip tightening on his arms. “Don’t stop… please. I want this. I want you.” My voice quivers, but the certainty in my heart doesn’t waver. “Make me yours, Sidharth.”
He brushes his thumb along my cheek, his gaze tender. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers. “You’re trusting me with all of you… I swear, I’ll never take that for granted. I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life.”
He kisses me again as he slowly thrusts his hips forward, gently, carefully, until he’s fully inside me. My breath catches at the sharp sting, and I clutch him tightly, my fingers digging into his back. He immediately stills, watching me with such intensity that it nearly undoes me.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice strained.
“I’m okay.” I run my fingers along his jaw.
His gaze softens, and he leans in until his lips brush my ear. “I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve, sweetheart,” he whispers, right before he pulls back and thrusts again, breaking through the barrier.
A sharp gasp slips from my lips, my nails biting into his back.
He pauses, letting me breathe, his touch steady and patient.
Then, slowly, he begins to move. Soon, the sting fades away and is replaced by a pleasure that slowly blooms in its place.
All I can feel is Sidharth, his touch, his breath, and his closeness filling every part of me.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over my ear.
A shaky breath escapes me as my arms wrap around his neck. “No one’s ever made me feel like this… only you.”
He moves back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze dark and possessive.
“Only me,” he growls, then slowly pulls out before thrusting back in deep.
A deep, wanton moan rips from my throat, my head falling back in sheer pleasure.
“Yes,” the words tumble from my lips as he moves in a gentle rhythm, each thrust showing just how deeply he cares, how completely he loves me. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, needing to feel him impossibly closer.
“I need your eyes on me,” he commands.
I comply without hesitation, my gaze locking onto his, letting him see every ounce of what I’m feeling, every bit of me unravelling beneath him.
“It’s too much!” I gasp, my voice shattering as he shifts against me, hitting that perfect spot that makes my whole body tighten with need.
Heat surges through me as the orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath.
My inner muscles clench tightly around him, milking every inch, and the strangled groan that rips from his chest tells me he’s right there with me.
“Fuck!” he growls, his movements turning erratic as he pumps in deeper, harder.
His head tilts back, breaking our gaze, his jaw tight as every muscle in his body flexes with the force of his release.
He trembles above me, lost in the heat between us, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Then he collapses on top of me, utterly spent.
My arms wrap around him instinctively, holding him close.
Our bodies, slick and trembling, remain tangled in the aftermath.
There’s no sound but the shattered rhythm of our breathing and the quiet thud of our hearts trying to find their way back to normalcy.
I don’t know how long it takes for our breathing to calm down, but eventually, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him, so I’m sprawled across against him, my cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“That was amazing,” Sidharth says hoarsely.
“That was everything.” I smile, tracing lazy circles over his skin.
His arms tighten around me. “It was everything for me too,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’re my everything, Nisha. And I swear, I’ll never get enough of you.”
I lift my head just enough to look into his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
A peaceful smile touches my lips, happiness flooding every corner of my heart as I rest my head against his chest, his fingers stroking gentle circles along my spine. Soon, my eyes grow heavy, my body soft and content, lulled by the steady beat of his heart beneath me.
As sleep begins to pull me under, I let myself fall, wrapped in the arms of the man I know I can’t live without. He’s the only man I’ll ever need, now and forever.