Part 2 of the Rajvanshi series.
To write a tale of emotions.
Of hate, of pain, of joy, of love.
What happens when faith plays it game to bring two people together? When the past of one threatens to rain fire on the lives they built together?
Will...
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Someone was massaging my scalp and I've never been this thankful. Okay maybe I have but this is great. I open my eyes and take some time to adjust. It's still dark outside, and the only light is from the moon that is coming from the big ass window. I look up from my position on his chest only to find him wide awake. He probably felt the movement and so he looks down at me with furrowed brows.
"Did I wake you up?"
"No. What is the time?" He turn around to look at the time on his phone, then puts it back on the night stand. "2 in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"Why are you up?"
"I can't sleep." We are literally whispering. It's so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Is everything okay?" Maybe he is stressed about something, I just hope it isn't me. Because nothing will happen to me. Optimizm at its finest.
"Yeah. Everything is fine. I am just not sleepy." The thing is, I am not sleepy anymore either.
So I climb on his stomach, the sheets that covered me, falling off and now I am all bare for the cold air conditioner to freeze me. "I know a way to tire you." I smile at him sweetly and he looks like he is looking at something fascinating. He places his hand on my back and pulls my face closer to his. He places his forehead on mine, our noses touching and then he spanks my bottom. I jerk but don't move much. He definitely likes ass more. Not that I am complaining. "Do it."
The love of my fucking life, I tell you. Him and I were always meant to be. That's why I did everything. But I have better things to do right now than think about anything else. I bend forward to kiss his neck, going lower towards his chest. He has a very defined chest, I need to watch him workout someday. That would be a sight to see for sure. I suck on his skin, marking the area. I am fucking territorial, sue me. I keep on going lower and lower. He is controlling, I can see it in the way he is biting his lip and clutching the sheets. Abhimanyu Rajvansh strives on control. And it is hard for him to not have it.
I take his shaft in my hand and move my hand up and down. He is looking at me with so much fire in his eyes, I might as well be burning. I take him in my mouth and look at him through my lashes. He is too big for me to fit in so I use my hand for whatever I cannot fit. He has his head thrown back and his knuckles are white by the way he is clutching the sheets. I free one of his hand with my own and keep it on my head. He gets the memo and and takes my hair in his hand. I willingly gave him control and he thrives in it. He starts thrusting up and I just hold his thighs as tears cloud my eyes. He stops before this goes any further and pulls me up.
I settle myself on him and he lines himself at my entrance. I lower myself and we both groan at the contact. I start riding him, while he gets up from his lying position and sits up to trail kisses up my neck. He sucks whenever he feels like it and goes lower towards my breasts. He sucks on them too and takes my right nipple in his mouth while pinching the other between his fingers. I clutch his hair and pull him closer. There isn't enough space for air to pass between us but I still want him closer.
