Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love

38 ~ Insecurities

"I need you like a heart needs a beat."

Ruhanika

He kissed me abruptly and aggressively. His lips moved with a fervor that felt both sinful and possessive, as if he were claiming me entirely for himself. Each bite and suck on my lips carried an urgency, a desperation, as though he needed me to breathe. His movements spoke of passion, longing, and a desire that could not be tamed.

In one swift motion, he slammed me against the nearest wall, pinning me there as his lips continued their assault. A soft moan escaped me, unbidden, as he pressed his body against mine, the heat between us almost suffocating. Tentatively, I began to move my lips against his, coaxing a low growl from deep within his chest. The sound was primal, sending shivers down my spine.

When he nibbled on my lower lip, I gasped and parted my lips slightly, a silent invitation that he seized upon immediately. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring and claiming with a hunger that was almost overwhelming. Our teeth clashed momentarily before the kiss deepened further, his mouth molding to mine in a perfect, chaotic dance. His hands roamed freely over my back, rough yet tender, igniting every nerve.

When he tugged at the string of my blouse, exposing the bare skin of my back to his touch, I gasped audibly, the sensation sending a needy shiver coursing through me. My hands instinctively found their way to his nape, my fingers massaging gently in an attempt to calm him. As I stroked his bicep and nape simultaneously, his frenzied movements began to slow, the storm within him gradually subsiding. His kisses became softer, less aggressive, though no less passionate.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips lingering close to mine as we both gasped for air. He rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart, but the moment of reprieve was short-lived.

Without warning, he scooped me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me toward the bedroom. My blouse, now precariously hanging from my shoulders, threatened to fall entirely, and I clutched it at the center to preserve what little modesty I had left. The memory of his gaze in the dark—the way he had looked at me before—flashed in my mind, but this felt different. In the daylight, with everything laid bare, the vulnerability felt almost unbearable.

He laid me on the bed gently but wasted no time, hovering over me in an instant. His sudden proximity made my breath hitch, and I swallowed nervously as I searched his face. His expression was stoic, but beneath the surface, I could see cracks—signs of fragility and pain he tried so hard to conceal. Despite all his claims of strength, he was human too, and I could see the hurt he carried.

Reaching up, I placed my hand on his cheek, the rough stubble beneath my fingers grounding me. He looked even more rugged, more manly with it, but I could feel the conflict in him. I leaned up slightly and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. His shoulders sagged as he exhaled deeply, the weight of his emotions visibly pulling him down.

He averted his eyes, avoiding my gaze, and instead buried his face in the crook of my neck. I sighed softly as his full weight pressed down on me, grounding me in the moment. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him close, letting my presence speak what words could not. He groaned quietly as I stroked his back, my other hand threading through his hair in soothing motions.

Minutes passed in silence, his breathing slowly evening out as I continued my ministrations. Finally, in a rough, low voice, he murmured my name: "Rooh."

"Are you alright, Dev?" I asked softly, breaking the silence. He didn’t respond immediately, only letting out a faint hum. His silence spoke volumes, and I sighed deeply, frustration and concern mingling within me.