"You are mine, in every sense of the word. Your body, your heart, your every desire-they all belong to me."
His voice dripped with dark desire and lust as he brushed his thumb over my bruised lip, sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, I co...
"In her grief, she carries the whispers of a thousand untold stories."
•Author's POV•
In the tranquil embrace of the night, a soft glow from the full moon filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the entangled figures on the bed, naked and exhausted from their intense make out.
Veer lay asleep, His chest raising and falling in rhythm. Beside him Devika was wide awake not able to sleep.
Nestled against Veer's side, the warmth of his body radiated through the thin sheet that covered them both. Her fingers traced abstract patterns on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath her touch. As her gaze wandered to his face, illuminated by the moonlight, she couldn't help but marvel at his rugged yet captivating features.
But amidst her admiration, a storm of doubts and questions brewed within Devika's mind.
What was she to Veer?
A mere object of pity, someone he took under his wing out of sympathy?
Or was she his mistress, a fleeting passion to be discarded once his interest waned?
His personal whore?
Or.. His wife?
The thought gnawed at her, unsettling the peace of the night. Turning around she pulled the sheet covering her chest as she gazed at the clear sky filled with bright moonlight.
A sarcastic smile broke on her lips as thought that no matter what his family is not going to accept a girl like her in any situation, but about him?
She again turned to him and rested her head on his arm while her fingers continued their gentle caress, moving from his chest to trace the contours of his cheek. As she stared into his slumbering face, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over her. She longed for clarity, for a glimpse into Veer's thoughts and intentions.
The moon, a silent witness to her inner turmoil, bathed the room in its ethereal light, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Devika's heart raced as she contemplated her place in Veer's life. Was there a chance for something more meaningful, something beyond the passionate moments they shared? Or was she destined to remain a mere dalliance, a secret kept hidden under the cover of night?
Lost in her thoughts, Devika leaned closer, her lips grazing Veer's cheek in a tender gesture.
To her surprise, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. His eyes stared at her with confusion finding her awake at this time.
He wrapped his arm around her naked waist and pulled her to him more close making her suck in a breath when there naked cling together without a barrier betweem them.
His rough hand caressing on her soft skin made goosebumps arise on her skin, she wondered how his singke touch still managed to make her react after being touched by him so many times.
"Why are you still awake? Aren't you tired enough?" He asked in his deep husky voice. Devika shook her head, making him smirk.
She knew what that smirk meant and knew what was coming.
His band travelled down her waist and parted her legs before reaching between her legs making her moan.
His lips found their way to her exposed nipples as the sheet slipped down her chest. She gripped his hair feeling his fingers rubbing roughly against her swollen and sore part and His sinful lips sucked on her nipples hungrily making her arch her back in pleasure.
Suddenly he bit her a little harshly making her hiss in pain and looked up at her face saying darkly.
"Your body belongs to me, Devika, so do your thoughts. Your mind should always be around me, whether you're with me or not. You are mine in every way. My Queen"
Devika chuckles mockingly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
"I can be your anything, Veer ji, but never your queen."
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