The Unwanted Bride

15 - One

Old readers already know what this chapter's name means ;D

Typed: 14/12/2023
Chapter 15: One

Author's POV: [Mature Content]

Despite the 'do not disturb' sign, there was a loud knock on their door. Yug pretended like he didn't hear it, his whole attention on his wife. Yug moves from her lips to her neck, dropping kisses that tingls and encourages Khushi to keep responding the way she is. Yug has been the most communicative on in the relationship so far. Where he felt there were loose ends to tie, he discussed, listened and is always attentive. And he is the same in this moment too as he loves her. But Khushi is the surprising factor.

There's much anticipation and lack of which is showing through her response as she grips his hair, pulling it but also pushing her hand further onto his back, pushing him further into her neck. With every kiss, fire within her ignites. Not the dangerous ignite that could burn the building down but the kind that shelters you-looks after you in a cold weather when you sit around it. The kind of fire that feels like home.

Khushi, though annoyed at whoever was knocking on the door again, scrapes through her lips, telling her husband someone's at the door.

Her husband was in no mood to renegotiate their current performance with his wife because if he answered the door, Khushi would most likely bash away from the deed. Too eager to explore more of her, he doesn't speak but bites her neck, demanding her to ignore everyone else but him. He hisses it in her neck later too. To ignore. To live. Live in the moment with him and not anyone else.

Although there was already a prominent seduction-from the moment he walked into this bedroom this evening with her-with the way Yug moved, spoke, smiled and smirked. There was seduction in his eyes way before it reached his lips, but there was yet a different touch to it combined with his not so eloquent and unholy sweetness he spoke to Khushi with in bed.

Typed: 15/12/2023

Whoever was at the door has given up the idea of earning the couple's attention. They are too engrossed in each other to turn their attention to anyone else. Yug does, however, makes a mental note to speak to the manager about this. There was a reason he had the sign up to not disturb them.

Before leaving new pleasant and vibrating hickey's on her neck, Yug gazes at her mangalsutra that became a barrier between them for the first time. Yug gently lifts his body off Khushi and she instantly misses the closeness.

"Yug," she questions, her chocolatey brown eyes are nothing but mesmerising under the warm sunrays of the yellow lamp-three lamps that form as the light in their bedroom. The lamps complimented her eyes and skin so much, she looks no less than someone who would be your worse mistake but you still commit the mistake out of lust.

She was laying but lifts her weight up by the support of her elbows, watching him with yearning eyes, "why-why'd you stop?"

Yug's satisfied with the urgency in her tone and leans over, kissing her mouth leisurely with no care in the world for anyone and anything. There's a soft sound of their lips as they move in sync-when they collide. He pushes his tongue into her mouth, in both a demanding and requesting nature, his four fingers on her throat and thumb on the back of her neck, keeping her in place.

Everything in Yug's personality has shifted. There's this dominating side to him in bed-he does look dominating if one looks at him but when he smiles, speaks-resolves dispute-and laughs, he's just a boy next door. He's not this. But he is this now. He moves his tongue inside of her mouth, touching every corner, as if branding her. When he pulls back, Khushi was only about to snap in annoyance but he quickly brought his lips back on hers, coating another protective kiss.