The Devil's Doll

Chapter 11

Authors POV

Amaira stood on the door with her body decked with a black Chikankari kurta, her ears studded with Jhumkas and her lips tinted with a warm smile.

"Hey there!" Her hands waved in the air making her bangles jingle at the movements.

"Come inside" happiness spread over  his eyes as they turned to that of the moon.

The enchanting essence of the payaal dazzled through the mansion as her feet echoed the chambers.

"So what would you like to do?" His arms pressed on the doorway as he leaned in on it.

"Um... I was really craving some snacks. Maybe you can cook something up?" Her voice sounded gleam with nothingness like a fake way to heaven.

"Cook? I... I could do that. What would you like to have?" The corner of his mouth lifted.

"Pancakes? I love strawberry pancakes. "  Her eyes glistened with happiness as the image of strawberry crossed her mind.

"Sure Snowflake. Sit down." His hands showed the distance of the living room.

Amaira POV

One step closer.
I sit myself down on the laid out couch. Velvet. Describes him.

His back is faced to me. Great.
I fumble inside my bag and pick out a microscopic camera.
The best place to put it?
TV! Oh damn! Yes.

I put myself back on my feet and fake a touch to the wall whilst puting the camera on the television.

"Amaira?" Vikram's voice cracked the silence garneshing my attention.
Smells delicious.

My heels clack on the marbled floor walking on over to the kitchen island. I lean myself on the counter placing my hands under my cheeks.

He looks just like a dream.
The prettiest man i have ever seen.
I want to take of his clothes and see.
The world left to unravel me.

"These look delicious!" My eyes squeek out in excitement. The pancake is drenched in strawberry syrup with chunks in it. Dream.

My hands almost grasped the forked but was patted apart. Couldn't help but gawk at his veiny hands.
They would look so damn good inside me. Focus.

"Aah" his lips parted as he signalled me to take in the bite he prepared.
Decadent as it could be.
Is this what heaven feels like?
If it does then I would correct myself to be a saint.

"So what do you plan on doing tonight?" Choked. Thats how it felt to be hearing those words. I feel humiliated with this passion.

"You invited me. Tell me and I will follow you up. " The tangent fake smile seems to be burning my face.

Mesmerizing. That is how is throathy chuckle felt. Oh! How much I wanted to be lost in those long filled arms of his. Dazzle the bed beneath him.
You are falling for him. Reason. I am here for a reason. Not for him.

"Would you like to see my library? I heard you love your books huh?" His hands paced through his caramel brown hair.

"Oh yes! I love books. My favourite would probably be the picture of Dorian Gray." My eyes lit up. Sparkles drowning my body. His simple ways just make me crave. Focus.

My footsteps followed his as they escaped into the passenger of the universe. The house of Books.
Marvelous. It was an eight story library, divided by language and it's genre. This is what dreams are made of.

My footsteps echoed throughout the room. I couldn't help but run in the level of enchantment I felt.
Everything I ever wanted.
Peace. Calm. Eternity.

My eyes scanned back at the man standing a few metres back. His hands crossed across his chest and his lips twitched up. My body barely stayed still but my eyes felt serenity looking at him.

"Snowflake? Get everything you want." Those words were enough to make me forget all the reasons I even came here for.
Giggles ran through my mouth as i brezzed up and down the stairs of the library. I chose the books and he helped holding them. Cute.

Done. My eyes dazzled as I looked up at him, holding onto my books, tough, yet an abstract emotion was carved into him.
I heard him in distant call out a servant and asked them to shift the books to my house.
Lord have mercy cause i feel love.

Authors POV

His hands sank deep into her back yet her eyes drank his emotions dry.
Pulling her in by her waist, he placed a small kiss on her neck.

Her eyes looked off at the distance as her kurta was being pulled up her body. He picked her up by the waist and placed her on the library table, sucking on her neck, he used one of his hand to lift up her kurta, leaving her in her plazo and bralet.

"I want you. Till the end of life. Be mine." Those were the last words heard before the room was decked with moans and groans.

Amaira was seated in nothing but her bare chest and silk covered pussy.

"Fuck me hard please?" The overwhelming pleasure made her confidence no more than that of a beggar.

"You won't be able to handle hard. You are not made for hard Snowflake. You are meant to be cherished on the bed before eight but yet here you are about to ravished in the damn library.
What a horny princess, aren't you Snowflake?" Two of his thrusted inside her throat while his other hand played with her pussy, rubbing her clit.

Her voice sounded so muffled it could not even be categorised as an human language. She sounded like a fairy.
Her moans filled with lust as she moved her hips for friction.

"Say you want me. Crave me. Need me. " The hands stopped moving over her clit as they softly clenched around her throat, pressing her up on the wall.

"I... I want you. I crave you. I need you. Only you. " The words barely fell out her mouth before the fingers slept in between her folds and entered her warmth.

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