𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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• A V Y A A N A •
"You're mine," I could still hear his words in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about us, about that night in the car, and our moment on the dressing table.
I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself. How desperate I was for him.
That I jumped on him without a second thought.
What happened to all the planning? The contract?
Everything left my mind when I was in his arms and his lips were on mine.
"It's just an attraction," I mumbled, closing my eyes, but I couldn't shake the image of him.
The image of us. Where I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on me.
And with the thought of him, I was already aroused. And soaking Wet.
My body ached with longing as the mental images overtook me. I could almost feel his strong hands caressing my bare skin, his warm breath on my neck. I squeezed my thighs together, trying in vain to find relief from the growing tension.
I bit my lip, knowing I shouldn't be entertaining these thoughts and feelings. He had an uncanny ability to make me lose all control. With just a look or a whispered word, he could unravel me completely.
I closed my eyes again, surrendering to the visions playing in my mind. His strong arms encircled my waist as he pulled me close. The heat of his mouth trailing down my neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. If only I could feel his hands on me again, calloused fingers tracing along my curves.
A soft whimper escaped my parted lips. All I could focus on was the rapidly building tension, the throbbing.
And I did the most ridiculous thing. I surrendered to the longing that had been simmering inside me. Visions of him overwhelmed my senses - his smoldering gaze, the sculpted lines of his body, the memory of his intoxicating touch.
I bit my lip, trying in vain to stifle the ache that throbbed through me. In the privacy of my thoughts, I allowed the forbidden fantasies to take shape. I imagined his strong hands tracing along the curves he'd admired, his lips leaving a burning trail down my neck. Breathy sounds escaped before I could stop them - utterances of both pleasure and shame intermingled.
This was ridiculous...and yet I couldn't pull myself back from the edge. Every fiber of my being craved the feeling of being desired, possessed, by the man who had awoken something primal inside me.
I touched myself imagining him all over me. My moans of his name echoed in the bathroom. My breath ragged as I touched myself and soon I got the relief I needed but still there was an ache in me. An insane need for him.
" It's just an attraction you'll get over it " I told myself.
We were both adults, perfectly capable of maintaining boundaries. Shivaansh was an attractive guy, and I am a woman with needs. And everything can happen between two people who stay together and are attracted to each other.
