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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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{A/N: If you are not 18, skip. This chapter is of no importance to you. It has been a long time since I wrote a scene like this, so go easy on me, and all the best to the readers who are appearing for their boards. Study hard because you only get to give it once. Happy Mahashivratri 🙏 Har har Mahadev
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The second a heavy bosom was exposed to his lust-filled gaze, a cord snapped somewhere inside him. His entire body quakes and his throat vibrates with insatiable growls, stunning Gauri. She snaps back into reality and immediately tries to pull back, but it is too late. A muffled shriek escapes her when warm lips circled her hardened left nipple and sucked unapologetically. Her fingers clawed at the back of his shirt and pulled at his long hair.
"Yagya..." She moaned, feeling butterflies going haywire in her stomach and liquid electricity pooling in her core. Any sensation she had experienced before was nothing against what he was making her feel right now.
"Yagya, um... I... Should we...?" She had no idea what she wanted. Let him have his way or push him away for this wasn't fully her husband. The one she respects is little reserve to proceed into such matters without making sure a hundred times before. His touch would have been gentle, not wild like the one sucking and teasing her poor bosom.
"Tell me why I can't stop thinking about you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?"
And by the way, his hands clung to her waist, pressing her body closer to his, she could tell how desperately he needed her, more than the lips attacking her could ever say.
Suddenly, she was rudely shoved back. Her body tumbled and landed flat on the covers. Her chest heaving, feeling out of breath, and her lips parted in shock.
The control was brutally snatched from the claws of the beast by the human who sensed a rage in the wildness of the predator. The monster was more voracious than usual. His greed for flesh weighed heavier than that for blood or soul. He wanted to dig his claws into the lithe body of this sensual female and take her in every way possible, barbarically. Such intentions had made the human conscious and with all his might, he pushed the beast away, not wanting the animal to harm and scare his naïve wife.
Jumping out of bed, he stood in the middle of the room and took deep breaths to cool the violence of a hellmonger.
A confused Gauri slowly rises and sits doubtfully before redressing her gown. Her gaze remained on the mountainous man breathing laboriously while muttering a string of curses beneath his breath. His hair was a mess.
She steps down from the bed and approaches him cautiously, worried about his well-being. Standing in front of him, Gauri noted his chaotic appearance. His shirt was full of wrinkles and shoulder-length hair was veiling his eyes. Gauri pushed them back, revealing the tensed lines on his forehead.
