RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

48. Love 🔞🔞

Vedanti pov:) Mature content ahead +18

The fair continued to buzz around us as the evening wore on, lanterns casting warm glows across the marketplace. 

Abhi, exhausted from the day's excitement, was fast asleep in my arms as we returned to the palace. Abhirath glanced at me, his eyes flickering with something that made my pulse race.

After settling Abhi in his chamber, I was about to turn toward my own rooms when Abhirath gently caught my wrist.

There was a spark in his gaze, the playful glint of a man not yet ready to let go of the night. With one step, he drew me close, the strength of his arm steady around my waist, as if daring me to push him away. But the last thing I wanted was distance.

"Let's finish the night properly, Rabbit," he murmured, his voice dipping low, filling the air between us like a tempting spell. He led me to his chambers, closing the door quietly behind us, his eyes never leaving mine.

The moment we were alone, the tension we'd been skirting all day flared to life, raw and undeniable.

 He took a step closer, and I could feel the warmth of him, his hand tracing a slow path along my jaw, the pad of his thumb brushing over my lips with agonizing tenderness.

I barely breathed, wanting to feel every second, every inch of space collapsing between us.

"Abhirath..." My voice was a whisper, barely audible, but he heard it, tilting his head as his gaze held mine, deep and unwavering.

"Yes, my queen?" he replied, a grin playing on his lips. I was aware of every inch of him, every line of his body pressed close, the strength and heat that sent my heart into a wild staccato.

"I've spent so long pushing you away," I said softly, "but... tonight, I don't want to resist."

A low growl escaped him as he closed the last bit of space, his lips finding mine with the fierceness of a man who'd waited a lifetime. 

His kiss was warm and consuming, filled with a hunger that left me breathless. He pressed me against the wall, his hands firm around my waist as he held me close, his touch igniting a fire that spread through me, hot and unstoppable.

"Every moment without you," he whispered against my lips, "has been unbearable." His hands traveled up my back, pulling me tighter against him as his mouth trailed from my lips to my jaw, down to the sensitive curve of my neck, where he placed heated, teasing kisses that sent shivers along my skin.

I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair, drawing him closer still, surrendering to the fierce, undeniable pull between us.

His hands explored with a confidence that left no space for doubt. His touch was possessive, gentle yet claiming, tracing along my arms, my waist, making my skin come alive beneath his fingertips. 

Each kiss, each brush of his lips, seemed to build a fire that burned hotter and brighter, making me forget the world outside his embrace.

As he lifted me onto his bed, his gaze softened, and he looked at me with a tenderness that melted my heart. "You are my life, my heartbeat, Rabbit," he murmured, his fingers brushing over my cheek as if committing every detail to memory.

I smiled, running my fingers over his face, memorizing the rough line of his jaw, the faint scar near his temple, the gentleness in his eyes that he reserved only for me. "And you, Abhirath... you are everything I never dared to dream of."

As his hands paused at the fabric, he leaned in, his gaze holding mine, and asked softly, "Should I?" That simple question, filled with such care and respect, made my pulse quicken, but it also left me feeling vulnerable.