Burning Hearts

82. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

Chapter-82

Parul's POV

I looked at Shiva as he breathed in, inhaling the rose perfume I just sprayed on me.

Along with the rose fragrance, he could smell my Arousal.

I closed my eyes and whimpered in my throat. He grabbed my jaw a little roughly and turned my face towards his.

"Look at me," His voice was deep and gravelly. I was lured as if I was under some spell. I looked into his captivating chocolate eyes.

His lips found mine, and he kissed me, eagerly. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue. He must've had a rough day. I opened my mouth wide for him to explore however he wanted to. I wanted this as much as he wanted.

As he pulled me closer roughly, moving his arms around me, My nipples puckered through the thin fabric of black silk lingerie for his attention.

His favourite colour.

His hands moved down to my ass, bruised ass and he gripped them hard, forcing me to wince in his mouth. The kiss turned into a heated fight as his tongue mated with mine. His chiselled chest flushed hard against my sensitive bosom.

He crushed me with his hulk-like body and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. We were lost, kissing like lovers, our bodies pressed against each other tightly. I could feel his monstrous cock rigid against my stomach. His thighs parted mine and settled between my legs like it was his place. Like it's his home.

I was becoming breathless because of our kiss, intense kiss. I tapped his chest where my name sat proudly on the left side, my lips stretched on their own. His hands that had gripped the curves of my waist now wrapped around my swollen mounds and he squeezed hard before breaking the kiss.

My forehead rested against his, we were breathing heavily. I could feel his hot breath all over my body. It was hot.

My grip on his shoulders tightened when he pinched my nipples through my lingerie. I gripped his shoulders and threw my head back allowing him to kiss my neck and mark my neck. Like he always does.

He smirked before pressing his teeth onto my skin, a little below my throat and nibbled it gently. I hissed and gripped him by his neck, forcing him closer.

When he was done marking me, I was panting.

I tried to cover my exposed cleavage with my hands but he stopped. His eyes darkened, watching my hands.

" No.." he said, stepping closer. Physically there was no distance between us. If he crushed me more, I would mould into the wall.
" Don't hide your body from me" he seemed like a villain to me. Instead of scaring me, it strengthened my desire for him.

I love the way he looks at me.

Like I am the very water he needs to survive. The very oxygen he needs to breathe.

As desirable as he is, he also looks devilish.

My typical Rowdy.

I knew he wouldn't let me go and I wanted nothing more than that right now.

I was overpowered by fear and arousal. I wanted him.

His nose brushed across my cheeks as he inhaled my scent again, his eyes were burning with passion.

" To the bed..." he took my hand and led me to the bed, our bed.

He wasn't intimidating anymore but I could feel his anger underneath his calm facade. I knew I was going to be punished.