Serendipitous Saturation ✔ [Completed]

Chapter 10 - New Sensations

He attacked her lips in the elevator, sliding his fingers through her dark curls. She tasted of chocolate and red wine and he groaned as he trailed kisses down the curve of her neck.

He'd made her wait in the restaurant, watched as she bit down her frustration. He'd distracted her with dessert, not entirely sure why. Nerves had played their part certainly. He'd acted brash and full of himself, his usual recourse when most unsure. But acting that way only made the reality more terrifying and he kicked himself for his bravado.

He was afraid to disappoint her. He was afraid of not being able to anticipate her needs. He'd told her he was a conman once. She knew he could read people. Was she expecting him to have some superhuman power where seduction was concerned when he took her to bed? He'd had few lovers before Maira. Then just her for years. Of the two of them, Riddhima was likely to be the more experienced. In variety, anyway.

But then he saw her take mouthful upon mouthful of the soufflé and he'd been transfixed on her tongue as it swept across her lips as she ate, accompanied by the little keening noises of approval she made.

She wasn't purposefully trying to taunt him which only made him more aroused.

In the end, by the time their plates were removed, he was too hungry for her to care about anything other than being with her. He stopped thinking about the after or even the during - he'd follow his instincts, his mind was too hazy with lust to do much else anyway.

"Vansh," she gasped as he nipped at the skin at the base of her neck playfully, her fingers skimming over his chest.

By the time they made it to the room he pinned her against the door as soon as they were inside, kissing her like his life depended on it. He drew back, breathless, and looked into her eyes. They were brimmed with desire but more than that he read trust in them and undiluted affection. Did he see love in them for him too? No, he told himself immediately as his heart rate skyrocketed, it was far too soon for that. Wasn't it? He caught his breath, overcome with the emotions he felt upon seeing her so unguarded, so honest, so very...his.

He kissed her again, softer and more tenderly and felt her respond in kind as she melted against him, giving all of herself to him. Another torrent of emotions hit him and he grasped her tighter in his arms. He wasn't sure how to categorise how he felt. Overwhelmed, lucky, grateful, terrified...all of those and more too he had trouble identifying as he kissed the crook of her neck and felt her breasts heave against his chest.

He continued kissing her neck as his fingers went to work on the zipper of her dress. Hers automatically went to his belt in response. "No," he said softly. "Please, allow me first."

She nodded and allowed her arms drop to his sides again. He was appreciative she was willing to give up control for him, that she'd allow him to take charge on this occasion. She understood it had been so long since he'd undressed and savoured a woman that he wanted and needed to do just that and at his own pace before he became selfish with desire for his own gratification.

He unzipped her dress painfully slowly, fingers trembling as they traced bare skin in their wake. She wasn't wearing a bra and he sighed into her mouth as he took control of a long kiss. Her hands looped around his neck, playing with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck.

The dress pooled on the floor below her and he disengaged his mouth, eager to see her nearly naked form. She kicked the dress away and he gazed at her standing there, alabaster skin pebbled with occasional freckles that somehow reminded him of pretty seashells and wearing nothing except black lace panties and three-inch heels. His mouth went dry as he gazed at rosy-tipped nipples, already hard and begging to be kissed.