Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 30 - Pleasure

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD MATURE SCENES.

UNEDITED COMMENT MISTAKES

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Saundarya's POV,

" Can you take this off...Please.."

My body was speaking, my intellect cursing me for bringing up such an unreasonable wish, My own words were bringing me shame, wetness was pooled in my core, and all I wanted was to get 'that' feeling away. Subconsciousness was asking me to run away, hide under the blankets until he as well as I forget what I asked him to.

A sinister smirk on his face, slowly turned into a full blown smile as his luminant green eyes bore into my sparkless ones. As if he saw something which interested him, his hold on my waist tightened as he pulled me towards him. My breasts crashed against this rock hard chest, I gasped at the peculiar feeling down there.

My eyes went shut, unnecessary thoughts blurring my way of thinking, Why did I ask him to take his upper off?. My hands wanted to feel the ridges on his stomach, the extremely sharp chiselled abs, and his alluring collar bones, prominent.

I was high on proximity, his manly scent of wood and musk hitting me, the cologne spreading through all the presence in the room. I inhaled his scent until all of my pores were filled with only him.

"Why don't you take it off...YOURSELF.."

He whispered, playing with my baby hairs on my nape, rubbing his thumb over them, inciting inexplicable feelings in me. The urge to kiss him, and trail my hands all over his body was blinding me.

I gulped a little, I barely reached his shoulder, his hold was strong, closing all the distance in between us, so much so that I was bound to stand on my toes. I shifted a little to peer into his glass clear sombre greenery, as if telling him, my hands weren't able to. They were shaking, with the proximity, for him, his affect on me was like drugs, and believe me I was certainly addicted to it.

His hold loosened on my waist, which was sure to leave a bruise. His fingers, skimmed through me skin, making me gasp for no reason at all, his fingers interlocking with mine as he came close, extremely close to me face, pressing his lips onto mine, he whispered,

"Aapki yah ada, hamari jaan aaj nahin to kal avashya le legi...Itna sharmaiye mat, aapki sharm hamen apne kabu se janjalo se mukt kar rahi hai.."

[This grace of yours, will surely take my life today or tomorrow...Don't shy away so much, your shyness is hindering my self-control and they will escape from the restraints sooner or later.."]

Heat, the room was heating up, no furnace was ablaze, neither were the diya's of high flame, A few here and there dimly lighting the surroundings. I could feel my body heating up, my skin sizzling with utmost desire, the desire to follow his orders, to do whatever he tells me.

"Come on ... .Take it off.."

His voice sent perilous vibrations through my spine, my brain rendered itself useless in such a situation. Thinking straight was its last choice, my hands crept up to his strings, which was keeping the upper together, covering his perfectly tanned abode from me. I pulled the shorter one, and it was free. I pulled them aside and his chest peaked at me.

I took a deep breath as I bit my lower lip, unable to hide the smile that was coming up. He suddenly picked me up by my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. My arms lodged around his neck, the sudden movement made me, um...moan. For apparently no reason, again.