Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

21. First Kiss 🌶️

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Inayat POV

"Let's have some good husband and wife moments, my baby begum."

I turned around, only to find him sitting on the couch with his arms spread wide. I thought of running into the bathroom again, but his darkened orbs assured me that he won't let me do so at this juncture.

Still I managed to run, but he instantly grabbed my waist, loosening the hold of towel around me.

"Please, chhote thakur."

I implored him to leave me, but he started sucking on my neck, earning inaudible sensual moans from me.

"Stop it, please."

I begged, but unexpectedly I was liking what he did to me. I loved his touch, and felt like craving for it more, but we cannot do this.

"Fine, baby begum. Go and change."

He groaned, leaving my waist. I quickly held the towel on place by clutching my small fists on it tightly. I turned around to glance at him, who pecked my cheek and was about to turn back when I slammed my lips with his.

He gasped, but I continued kissing him. I wanted to claim those pink lips of his. His palm firmly took a hold of my head from behind, while his other hand kept swirling over my waist from over the towel.

His sucks were turning more intense than mine, but I was giving him an equal competition.

God knows what had just happened to me. For a moment, I wanted to forget the differences between us. The way he was not claiming me at this juncture impressed me. He was surrendering to me instead of controlling me, something that I had never expected of men.

The curly hair strands danced on his forehead. Faded marks of the red tilak that he had applied on his forehead this morning shone over there. His fingers were playing with my squelchy strands, while his tongue shoved inside my mouth, making me gag.

I felt like my books were coming true.

Our saliva got mixed up. This was appearing so dirty, but it wasn't feeling bad at all.

He picked me up and tossed me on the bed in urgency. I tightened my hold around the towel, but my thighs were visible to him now, even the inner thighs were not hidden from him anymore.

He ogled me from top to bottom before hovering over me.

"You are more beautiful than my imagination."

He whispered, nibbling the skin near my cleavage

"Anhhh!" I moaned, fisting on the back of his dark green kurta.

"You've imagined me?" I asked him, his palm gradually progressing to my inner thighs. He squeezed it, and I gasped biting on my lower lip.

"Always, my baby begum."

He answered, looking directly into my eyes. They looked like a predator who was ready to devour its prey.

Oh my God! What did I just do? We shouldn't be doing this.

He didn't remove my towel, but advanced to my thighs. I knew he was going to kiss me down there. My toes curled in anticipation. I wanted to say 'no', but it was not coming out of my mouth.

'ring ring'

My phone rang, and he stopped as if he woke up from a dream.

"Fuck! No." He grunted, and straightened himself up in urgency. Before I could say anything, he ran away from the room. He was hard. I had felt it. Why did he say such a thing? Didn't he want it? Or was he controlling himself because we were not supposed to...?