An Inconvenient Flame

Chapter 27

~Abhiraj's pov~

My eyelids lift open, and the yellow hue of the morning sun gently strokes my face through the glazed wall. I stretch my limbs and look at my right only to be greeted by the serene sight of my little wife, sleeping on her stomach. Her hair strands like a feather, cradling her head in a downy cocoon.

I redirect my gaze from her, and fixate my eyes on the blank expanse above. Why was I so out of control yesterday? How could I loose myself in lust filled actions. I fucking touched her.

I expected her to push me away, but she didn't.

A part of me regrets my actions  but there is a part which enjoyed seeing her on my mercy.

The words of Rudra were enough to anger me, hell she didn't even know what she was getting herself into. Regardless of whatsoever she coaxed herself with.

I involuntarily grind my jaw remembering, her tell me to repay back the amount till the end of the month. The Hell I will. 

Instead of taking my help, she felt, submitting herself will be a more better option.

I clench my fist tightly, trying to control the fury resurfacing my nerves.

Turning my head to her sleeping little self, I take a deep breath. Calm down. She is not yet comfortable. You'll have to give her time and make her feel secure and protected.

That's the only way to stop her from pushing herself into problems.

God forbid, if I hadn't entered Rudra's cabin yesterday.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my chaotic thoughts. As I exhale, my eyes land on my wife, and I notice her stirring slightly.

Her eyelids flutter, and she shifts a little, stretches her limb, unaware of my watchful gaze upon her.

Slowly and unconsciously she extends one of her leg and rest it upon my waist, draping it innocently like she does with her pillow. She is a cuddler. Something which I have unconsciously learned about her.

She shuffles a little and shifts closer to me, her hands following the same motion as her legs, hoisting herself on me.

My eyes widen as I realize, the girl isn't wearing an underwear. she is literally on top of me, and her soft curls are rubbing against my bare thigh.

She nuzzles her face in the crook of neck, breathing on my skin.

Fuck. 

I close my eyes as I feel my loins swelling up against my boxers. My cheeks flustering remembering the physical intimacy we shared few hours before. How uncharacteristically I allowed myself to touch her, feeling her wet walls without any shame, finger fucking her mercilessly. Her velvety virgin walls were clutching my fingers like a vile...It was wet, hot...addicting. 

I groan. My fucking dick is aching in need.

What the hell has happened to me, suddenly thinking of sex and wanting to have it with her? I am losing my mind.

Sliding my hand up her waist, I pull down the shirt till her thigh, covering her sex. Before gently patting her cheeks.

"Tinkerbell...wake up."

"Huh?" She slowly blinks her eyes open, staring at me with haziness.

Her innocent eyes, wide and unguarded, could betray me, leaving lingering doubts and questioning the reality about her last night's wildness.

"You're a bit too near..." No you're not, my dick seems to love this position. But hell will I allow it, no matter we crossed some lines yesterday, it's not going to happen again.