His Scarred Butterfly ✅

44 - COLOURS OF LOVE

Mature content ahead. But the chapter is not only about their physical union. There are their emotions too. If you are not comfortable with the love making scenes, skip it and try to read their emotions which are inserted in between. It's my suggestion. But, The final decision to read the chapter or to ignore the chapter is in your hands!

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நெஞ்சினிலே நெஞ்சினிலே 
ஊஞ்சலே
நாணங்கள் என் கண்ணிலே
சிவந்ததே என் மஞ்சளே!
(My heart swings,
My eyes holds a shyness
My turmeric had turned red!)

"P...Paayal, Shall I undress you, my angel?" Krishna asked, his heart hammering.

She opened her eyes immediately, her heart accelerating more. Though she wanted to feel his lovely touches everywhere, a cloud of shyness enveloped her to expose her body to him. "That.. That.." She stammered.

Her stammers made him stop kissing her and he looked up at her from her neck. "No???"

"No no.." She shook her head and added, "Okay," She covered her face with her palms.

Understanding her shyness, he smiled and removed his palms from her face. "Are you really comfortable? Or Are you pushing yourself to do this?" He asked softly.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Do you think I will push myself into the things in which I am uncomfortable? Moreover, You are my comfortable heaven. Why am I going to be uncomfortable with you? I am just wearing my shyness as my clothes are going to slip away," She blushed, sliding her face away, her hand pushing his head to her neck again.

His heart fluttered. He smiled, burying himself in her neck again, and explored the supple skin of her neck with his tongue while his hands worked on her safety pin. A kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered in them, passing a sweet current to their veins.

Soon, Paayal's pallu fell off, exposing her chest with the blouse. His mouth took a pause from exploring her and his eyes admired her chest, his heart hammering. Paayal opened her eyes, a sweet chill passing through her as she felt so much exposed.

He cupped one of her cheeks and admitted, feeling breathless, "You are beautiful."

Though she felt so much exposed, She liked the way how he was taking pauses often to ensure her comfort, and to admire her inch by inch. She blushed, "How many times will you say I am beautiful?"

"For my whole life," He replied, pouncing on her inviting bosoms and kissed her soft mounds over the blouse, one of his hands playing with her other bosom.

"Hmmmm" Paayal moaned in pleasure, her hands clutching his hair. His hormones were collapsing inside him, his kisses turning wild.

When they were in their own world, enjoying the most beautiful night of their life, he slowly moved his hand to remove her blouse, his face nuzzling against her cleavage. When he unhooked two hooks of her blouse, his eyes caught a tattoo-like thing in her chest. An instant anger rose in him, his desires fading away. He narrowed his eyes, unhooking the remaining hooks in a hurry, and pushed her padded blouse away to have a look at the tattoo clearly. She was not wearing a brassiere as the blouse was padded. Her chest was exposed completely. It was his name. Paayal too opened her eyes, as she didn't feel his touches on her.

He yelled without admiring her exposed chest, "Paayal, In our school days itself, I said not to get tattoos, right?! Then why did you get a tattoo of my name? That too in your chest!! A sensitive part of our body!! Don't you have any brain? It would have given so much pain. But you are always adamant. You will never hear, if anyone says something for your welfare. Your stubbornness will never change. Let it be. Be stubborn as always. Who cares?! But, Did I ask you to show me how much you love me by tattooing my name? Ridiculous!"