Stolen Heart

I'm yours!

Disclaimer: This chapter contains mature content. So only read if you're comfortable with it. Thank you!
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The long flight had left Shubman feeling exhausted but his eagerness to spend time with Sara outweighed his need to rest. He wanted to make the most of every moment they had together.

Sara: Shubman, you look very tired. You should take some rest.

Shubman: No I'm fine. I want to spend time with you.

Sara: No you're going to rest after having lunch. We have plenty of time to spend with each other.

Shubman: Yeah we have 10 days with each other, this time.

Sara: That's it then. Go and take a nap. Besides, let's save our energy for later?

Shubman (excitedly): What are your plans? Huh?

Sara: I don't plan, things just have a way of planning themselves around me.

Shubman: Koi baate karwa le tumse bas..

They laughed and had lunch together. After that, Shubman settled down for a nap.
An hour later, Sara quietly entered the room, her gaze filled with adoration as she laid eyes on him. He looked incredibly cute that Sara couldn't resist the overwhelming affection she has felt for him. Leaning in, she gently kissed his forehead, hoping not to disturb his peaceful sleep. Just as she was about to step away, Shubman's hand reached out and held hers, pulling her against his chest.
Time stood still as their heart raced in sync. And then, their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that burned between them.

Sara: I've been waiting for this moment since months.

Shubman: Let's talk with our actions right now.

Sara: Huh?

Shubman ( in low voice ): I need you!

Without saying any word, Sara kissed him hard.

Shubman: Your lips are so soft and the way you're looking at me? Sexy as hell.

Sara looked at him and blushed.

Sara: What do you want?

Shubman( whispers) : I want so many things. I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.

His fingers graze the hem of her top and he says,

Shubman: I want this up.

He tugs on the waist of her pants, and says,

Shubman: I want these down.

He touches the tip of his fingers to the sides of her body and says,

Shubman: I want to feel your skin on fire.
I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me, you never...

He breathes and continues,

Shubman: Because you never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.

In seconds, the clothes between them which were acting as a barrier, were on the floor.

Shubman: You're perfect! Every inch of you, Perfect!

Sara's POV-
Right now, the only thing I can focus on is his finger as it slides softly down my mouth and chin. His eyes follow the tip of his finger as it keeps moving, trailing gently down my throat, all the way to my chest, down, down, down to my stomach.
That one finger feels like as if it's touching me with the sensation of a thousand hands. Both of his hands grip my hips and pull me forward, securing me against him.
My hands find his shoulders, because I have to grab onto something in order to steady myself. Every muscle in my body somehow just forgot how to do its job.
His hands slowly trails all the way my back until he's touching the back of my neck. I feel like his hand has left marks on every single part of me he's touched. His fingers are at the base of my neck and his mouth is no more than half an inch from my jaw. So close that I can't distinguish if it's his lips or his breaths that are feathering my skin. He pressed his forehead to the curve of my shoulder, his lips brushing against my skin.