Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Dynamite

Daya. Shreya. A hotel room. And Shokhi in the room next to them. Did I say rated M? Very Mature Content. AND NO PLOT.

Daya thought briefly about knocking, but decided to pick the lock of her hotel room after a moment of quiet contemplation.

He doubted that she would open her door for him, she was still jealous and pissed like hell, the poisonous cocktail of her emotions swirling around him even now. It made him violently horny, which wasn't how he had planned this. Well. Change of plan, then.

Bad luck that Shreya had been with him when Shokhi had contacted him, but not a real surprise. She was always with him these days, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

He opened the door to her room as quietly as possible. She lay on the bed, pretending to sleep - which didn't fool him for a second, of course. Her football jersey was bunched up around her hips, and he could see that she didn't wear anything beneath it. He swallowed. She would undoubtedly know that he was here by now, but she didn't even try to cover her perfect tush. One gasping breath and he was rock hard.

So what now? Retreat, or act on his forbidden feelings for her, now, in the middle of an illegal operation he had forced upon her?

He was so close, so close to finally finding the culprit. Endanger this for a night of pleasure? A night that would - given the state of his feelings for Shreya - undoubtedly be followed by many more?

Many more dangerous nights. Many more hot, open-mouthed kisses he never deserved. His angel's soul melting into his, her beautiful heart forever tainted by his darkness. But he wanted her so much. It just wasn't fair.

He slid into the space next to her, immediately pressing close to her body, she felt so fragile and small in his arms, so warm the cold left his freezing soul.

"What do you want?" She growled.

Good question.

"I want to cuddle a little," he cooed, "I'm lonely."

"Why don't you cuddle with Shokhi? You two share a room, so she should be available."

Daya sighed, pushing Shreya’s hair aside to shower her neck with kisses. He had a bad conscience because he had pretty much abducted her, forced her to go on this mission with him and Shokhi. But the situation had allowed nothing else. Because she loved him. It put him to shame, this love, and all he had to give her was a heart which screamed for her, needed her so much it didn't let him sleep most nights.

"I don't want her," he whispered, "I want you. I'm still wearing all my clothes, Shreya and I even refused to kiss her. I only took the room with her to prevent her from making a run for it as soon as she's alone. I don't want the killer to change their mind about giving us information that might lead us to the killer."

"Well, you're giving her ample opportunity to scram while you're hanging around with me."

He smiled against her neck. She smelled like heaven.

"See how much I want you? Taking such a risk, just because I need to be with you right now…"

He felt her soften in his arms, and her perfect butt rubbed against his rock hard erection.

"Is that for me," she whispered miserably, "or her?"

Daya sighed.

"I wanted to CUDDLE, girl. This additional problem never arose before I found out that you wear nothing underneath your traditional sleepwear. I don't want her, Shreya. I want only you."

He pushed his hand under her shirt and brushed his fingers over her buttocks. Her sudden intake of breath was sharp and violent, and he shoved his arm beneath her body to pull her closer, pressing her against his frame with an unrelenting grip.