You own my heart ( short story series)

Part- 10

Anirudh paused, his eyes softening as he looked down at Bondita, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "We don't have to move further if you're not ready, love," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and concern.

Bondita's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she looked into his eyes, seeing the concern and care shining within them. She reached out to cup his cheek tenderly, her touch gentle and filled with affection.

"Thank you, Pati babu," she whispered, her voice soft with emotion. "Thank you for always being so understanding and considerate of my feelings."

Anirudh smiled warmly at her, his heart overflowing with love for the woman lying beneath him. "I would never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, love," he murmured with sincerity. "Your happiness and comfort mean everything to me."

Bondita's eyes glistened with unshed tears, overwhelmed by the depth of Anirudh's love and care. She felt a surge of affection for him, her heart beating faster as she looked at the man who had always been her pillar of strength. Her fingers traced the outline of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble under her touch.

"I trust you completely," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know that with you, I'm always safe and cherished."

Anirudh's heart skipped a beat at her words. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying his unwavering love and devotion to her. Bondita responded eagerly, her lips moving against his with a newfound fervor.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate with each passing second. Anirudh's hand caressed her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he poured all his emotions into the kiss. Bondita's hands slid up to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as she pulled him closer.

Their bodies pressed against each other, the heat between them intensifying. Anirudh's hand moved down to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. Bondita shivered under his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his warmth seep into her skin.

He bit her lower lip gently, drawing a soft moan from her as his hands worked to remove the rest of the saree from her body.

As the fabric pooled around her, leaving her in nothing but her undone blouse and petticoat, Anirudh's desire flared even hotter. His hands roamed over her bare skin, tracing every curve and dip with a hunger that threatened to consume him whole.

His lips left a trail of fire as they moved down her body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they roamed. When he reached her navel, he paused, his breath hot against her bare stomach.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he looked up at Bondita, a wicked grin playing at the corner of his lips. "Let's see how much you can handle, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Bondita's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked down at him. Her vulnerability was laid bare, and she felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with a delicious sense of suspense.

"Pati babu, please," Bondita pleaded, her voice filled with need.

"Patience, my love," he whispered, a wicked grin playing at the corner of his lips. "I want to savor every moment with you."

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips brushing against her skin in featherlight touches that left her gasping for more. When he reached her breasts, he paused, his breath warm and tantalizing against her sensitive flesh. Her soft breasts heaved up and down with each ragged breath, her body trembling with anticipation.