His lost Amore [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER-15

Published on- 31/07/22

AUTHOR'S POV

Slightly Mature content(16+)*** (I know you won't listen but it's my duty to inform that don't read if you are below 16 otherwise I will tell your mummy🌝😙)

(Jokes apart, it's my first time writing this so please be kind😅)

The kiss was soft and slow with them feeling each bit of each other. There was no urgency.

Abhimanyu moved briskly pulling her to him, his mouth descending on hers as morning dewdrops on the leaves.

"I love you" he whispered in between the kiss but didn't detach completely.

Advaita moaned into his mouth as his mouth explored her warm depths.

She opened up for him as her eyes rolled shut, and she poured everything into the kiss.

The warmth that was enveloping her she wanted that forever.

She let out a surprised gasp when he pulled back suddenly.

Her eyes were having trouble opening due to the desires running inside her.

He moved back and locked the door.

"Do you want this?" he walked back to her and cupped her face again. His voice came as a mere whisper due to the desires subsiding inside him.

She nodded directly looking into his eyes.

"I promise you won't regret this. I love you" he promised before again joining their lips. This time passionately.

Her back collided with the table resulting in the things falling with a thud but they were so lost in each other that it doesn't seem to affect them.

He picked her up holding her waist and she wrapped her legs around his abdomen while her hands snaked around his neck.

They were eating each other's faces when her back again collided with the cupboard resulting in the wooden showpiece breaking into pieces.

"Maan, we'll create a mess" she objected but was no match to his strength as he pulled her closer and attacked her neck.

"You are such a beautiful mess that I can't keep my hands off you" His voice was hoarse against her lips as he slid the straps of her dress.

Abhimanyu pulled back to look at her and lowered himself to throw her over his shoulder making her squeal.

"Put me down" she said, gently sliding her hands through his back as he carried her up to the bed.

He wanted her and he can't wait to claim her body and soul. Today it was a mixture of lust and love.

Lust for the body,

And love for the soul.

He gently lay her on the bed. Their bodies were touching dangerously.

She was in a state of bliss in the strong arms of her love which were holding her securely.

There was no other place she wanted to be at this moment or for that matter ever.

"Maan..." she whispered and moaned as he nuzzled her neck with his nose.

He pulled back to look at her and the passion and hunger she saw in his eyes made her want to get destroyed by his beast.

"Ita, I want you so bad"...

"I am yours" her words were lost in a gasp when she heard the ripping noise of her dress, and as if in response to his deed she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.