#1 [Tied to You] : his to love

48. [Love and Fight]

Rumika

"You tell me. What else I have missed out?" 

He said raising his eyebrows.

'That how much I love you!' I lowered my eyes when his hot breath fanned over my forehead.

The moment all of sudden turned more intimate when he began to unpin my dupatta from my head.
It fell on the floor, sliding on my shoulder, and one by one, every piece of jewelry followed it, leaving me in a heavy blouse and lehenga.

My heart was not syncing with my breath I realized when he lifted my chin, making me look at the mirror and spoke.

"See.."

Chest heaving up and down, uneven breaths, and a raging heartbeat that I could feel my eardrums getting numb while goosebumps all over my arms and neck while he continued in his low, husky voice.

"You and me...US... always. No one else."

And to worsen my misery, his fingers played with the knot of my blouse, letting them free before sliding it from my shoulders.

My lips parted when his lips traced my spare back to ear while slipping his hands to my waist leaving feathering touches.

It felt like someone put me on a burning pyre, and the flames were getting higher and higher.

At this very moment, I felt myself to him. Those insecurities, those taunts, those doubts all disappeared. The words my heart was crying to accept, to say to myself, to scream to the world. I was all his. His to love, his to care, his to fight, his to adore, his wife was declared at this very moment without saying a word.
This man didn't have any idea what he did to my heart, that how much I had fallen for him.

He undid my lehenga and underskirt, letting them join the floor. And in mere seconds, my hair flowed, hiding my naked back. I curled my toes in anticipation when he shifted my hair to the left side, nuzzling his face to the right side.

I gasped when he lifted me in his arms and took me to the bed, and kept me gently in the middle.

I shivered; I didn't know if because of the chilly temperature or the way he removed his upper clothes.

He undone the curtains around and kept his one knee on the bed and I could feel uneasiness building inside me.

He sat beside me slightly behind and removed my hair to my left side.

I bit on my lower lip when his lips brushed on my back. He was not kissing he was teasing me, making me burn to ashes just through a spark only. 

The rose petals cursed between my palms, and I gulped, curling my toes already being on high.

He kept his chin on my shoulder and held my fist, intertwining before placing them on my neck.

My breath turned heavy in anticipation. He dropped a sensual kiss on my jaw and moved our hands to my chest slowly.

My eyes got closed when he made me cup my breast. My nipples were hard and pointed, demanding attention, whereas my lower abdomen began to hurt because of this much stimulation.

"Ahh..."

A low moan escaped from my parched throat when he made me squeeze it.

"Are you tired?" He asked in his low husky tone.

"No," I whispered shamelessly despite my shaky breaths.

He sucked his lower lip and made me squeeze hard while I moaned desperately.