FLAMES: Of Revenge And Love

26. I LOVE YOU.

** Mature content ahead. Please read at your own risk. **

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Aradhya's POV

" Kiss me. " I said and he did it.
Mapping the distance between us in a moment, he was kissing me just as I finished.
A gasp left me when I felt his tongue seeking entrance, I gave it and a whole new sensations ran through me. I was getting dizzy but it wasn't due to the cold, it was due to the heat this man was emitting. His closeness did that to me.

His arms came around my waist to pull me close to him while I placed mine on his shirt, it was wet, just like us and clinged to his skin, I pulled it to separate it from him.

His lips moved from my lips to my cheeks, before going to my ear, he whispered something which I couldn't understand, I was too muddled to make sense of his words.

He bit my earlobe and a moan left me, I never thought myself to be capable of making such sounds, his grip on my waist tightened even more, if that was even possible.
His lips started tracing patterns on my neck while his hands worked their way on my back. I could feel his touch even through the fabric much less when he touched me directly.

My saree slipped off my shoulder and got stuck in my arm, I didn't bother correcting it. I wasn't in the state of mind to think about something like that. I moved my hand towards his neck and it pressed against his adam's apple A bit too harshly. A low groan left his mouth and I was sure I felt more pleasure in it.

He pushed me back so that I was stuck between the window and him, he looked at me. His eyes were coated with desire, lust but more than that there was love. " Ask me to stop. " His voice was husky, and pained, as if it took him too much effort to say those words.

" No. " I shook my head, I didn't want to stop today, I wanted to let go. Of all the restrictions I placed on myself, I want to be with him, in every sense.

" You're not okay love. " He muttered, against my forehead, while prepping kisses on my face.
" I'm more than okay. " I pulled his face before me before I said to him, looking staring into his eyes, "I need you. "
" You have me. " He whispered before claiming my lips again, all his reservations were gone. He was unrestrained, with no other thoughts binding him.

He turned me, so that my back was before him and I felt him, kissing his way from my neck to my waist, his hands slowly, untying my blouse, I tensed when I felt it loosen, he stopped exactly at that moment. " Do you want me to stop? " He asked again and I just shook my head, I don't trust my voice enough. It'll give away all that's going inside me, he's too attuned to me.

The thought of him seeing my scars, brought a fear in me, what if he didn't like them, but I knew he'll see them someday. He didn't make a move to remove my blouse, just placed small pecks all over my neck until I relaxed, and he slowly removed it.

I didn't feel him move for a minute, just his eyes moving over the contours of my back, I knew he saw them, they were fairly evident, with the largest being as long as my hand. It was on the inner side of my shoulder blade, so it was hidden most of the time, but it was bare to his eyes now. Along with the other two, both on the right side of my back.

They were the proofs of what I've survived, the accident killed three people and I was the only one lucky enough to survive. I don't think I was lucky, I just had too much baggage with me to let go.
I was beginning to think that he was repulsed by them when he started to trace them with his fingers, and then I felt him, whispering, " I love you. " With every kiss he placed there. He was marking them, changing them from scars to his confession.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.