Burning Hearts

21. 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲

Chapter-21

Author's POV

Her body tensed under their close proximity. His stubble prickled her crook, sending warm tingles all over her body.

She tried to scoot a little but he didn't let her away. He placed his palm on her right bosom and gently squeezed it. She placed her hands on his big hands trying to pry them off of her. He pressed their hands on her bosom a little hard this time. While she looked at their joined hands, his another hand sneaked downwards, towards her womanhood.

" Shameless!" she gritted slapping his hand which was trying to sneak in between her legs.

He chuckled, his chest rumbled sending vibrations all over her body.

" If you wanna ask me anything, you can ask Fia..." he spoke breaking the silence which seemed awkward to her but pleasant to him.

His one hand was still resting on her tits, the other hand was snaked around her body, holding her hands above her abdomen.

She thought about it.

" Why do you call me Fia?" she was genuinely curious about this.

He continued squeezing her tits slowly, gently... earning whimpering moans from her.

" Your eyes...when they are filled with fear, you look like a deer... A cute deer" he said.

She hummed in response although it didn't make any sense.

" Why did you sign...on me?" she asked, worry covering her face.

She felt him smirking against her skin.

" I killed that bastard because he touched you improperly. Touching you is a mistake and touching you with wrong intention is a grave SIN..." Shiva said, his hot breath slapped her skin. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

What did I ask and what the hell is he saying?

She was confused and he knew it but none of them spoke again. They remained in the same position for a brief moment. His hands were still on her tits, squeezing them. She was trying hard not to moan but soft moans escaped her lips now and then.

Lying with her in his arms gave him solace and it seemed addicting. He'd do anything to have her in his arms, again and forever.

For her, it felt annoying. She wasn't annoyed at him. Most of her annoyance was at her own self. She shouldn't be enjoying his touches. They shouldn't be lying like this, like normal couples. For they weren't.

He was her stalker and she is being stalked.

After what felt like forever, he placed his lips on the crook of her neck, kissing her along the line. She clutched his hands tightly to stop herself from mewling and moaning.

As soon as he got up from the bed, she laid down flat on her back. He tucked his hands inside his pocket and opened a black pen. Her eyes widened looking at the pen.

She tried to get up but he forced her down, settling in between her legs and pinned her hands above her head.

" You cannot do that..." she looked at him with an angry glare.

Smirking carelessly was his response to her anger.

He lifted her dress so that he could see her pussy. She wiggled, trying to stop him from doing it.

Without giving a damn about her struggles, he signed on her right inner thighs, a little below her womanhood. Tears gathered in her eyes as he assessed his signature on her body. Tracing it gently, he pressed his lips on her bare pussy.