Few More Reasons To Live

Chapter 35

TANISHKA'S POV

I was wearing my bangles and putting bindi inbetween my eyebrows when I heard the door opening. As I raised my head , our eyes met. Brown with blue. His bule eyes are pure ocean, in which I'll drown willingly.

In his eyes I have always seen love, admiration, respect for me. But today there is something else too. Something I am unable to understand. I gave him a soft smile and continued wearing my bangles but my action stopped as I sensed him decreasing the distance between us before I could react or ask or protect he twirl me and my world stopped, Hey Mere Bhagwan koi itna sundar kaise ho sakta hai?

I got lost in his eyes but my thoughts snapped when I heard him saying 'fuck it' and the next thing I know is his lips on mine. His Lips On Mine.

He kiss me in a jealous frenzy, it's like a storm brewing on the horizon. His hands grip me firmly, pulling me close, as if he is afraid someone might try to snatch me away. There's an urgency in the way our lips meet, as if each kiss is a declaration of ownership, a reminder to the world that I belong to him and him alone.

His lips press against mine with an intensity that borders on desperation, seeking reassurance that I'm still His. I didn't do anything not because I don't want to but because I don't know how to. I had never kissed anyone it's my first time. And honestly speaking I can't keep up with his speed. He is not kissing me but worshiping my mouth. He is eating my lips like it's a candy. He nibbles on my upper lips while pulling me extremely closer to his body. I can feel his hard chest through his kurta. My hands are on his chest and his are all over my body.

I'm feeling blessed. The way his is touching me something ignites in me. A fire or desire I don't know. Maybe both. I want him. I need him. I crave him. Only him. There's a possessiveness in the way his fingers trail along my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their way. Every touch is charged with an electric energy, a silent warning to anyone who dares to even glance in my direction. And now I know the name of the emotion which I was unable to read in his eyes. It was possession. He is envious.

But why? I didn't get time to think about it as our kiss deepens, the passion ignites like a wildfire, consuming us both in its heat. It's a tumultuous blend of desire and possessiveness, a whirlwind of emotions that threatens to overwhelm us both. But through it all, one thing remains clear: I'm his, solely his, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep me by his side. There's a rawness to the way he touches me, a desperation born out of the fear of losing me to someone else.

But amidst the storm of emotions, there's also a fierce devotion, a love that burns brighter than any jealousy. It's a reminder that no matter how possessive he may seem, it's all because I  have captured his heart like no one else ever could. And in that moment, as our lips meet in a tumultuous dance of passion and possessiveness, there's no doubt in his mind that I'm  the only one for him.

Yes their is possession but love too. He is kissing me with pure urgency but the small things like holding my waist with utmost carefully so I don't get hurt by his grip. He never for once tighten his grip. And I know no matter in which situation we are he will never let anything or anyone hurt me.

As our kiss deepen my body lean on the edge of the table and his body lean on mine. We close, too close my breast are glued to his chest. He feels so good on me. But it seems now his control is slipping away as his kiss has  become a punishment and a reward all in one. With a firm grip on my chin, he tilted my head back, asserting his dominance as he claimed my lips with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

"Kiss me back sweetheart" his lips brushes against me.

"I-I don't know-" my voice thick with desire, he shushed me again by kissing my lips whispering softly " Just follow my lead" and I did just that.

His Every touch is deliberate, every movement calculated to remind me of who holds the power in this relationship. His  lips press down on mine with a force that borders on aggressive, demanding submission and obedience from me. But inbetween his kisses are getting slower so I too can chew his lips. It's his way of showing that we two are equal in this relationship. That no matter how dominant he became or envious he feels , I'll always be his priority. Always.

As our kiss deepens, his tongue explores my mouth with a possessiveness that leaves me breathless, a silent warning of what happens when I dare to provoke his jealousy. It's a punishment wrapped in pleasure, a reminder of the consequences of straying too far from his side. He pressed himself impossibly close to me. It starts at the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, molding our bodies together in a perfect fit. His touch is firm, yet gentle, as if he is sculpting me with every caress.

His fingers dancing along my skin with a delicate precision,With each passing moment, his hand ventures further, exploring the curves of my body with a possessiveness that leaves no doubt of his intentions, and this saree isn't helping either. Not that I'm complaining, I'm enjoying every second of it. His hands trail up to my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before tracing the outline of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

He is memorizing every contour, every dip and curve of my skin as if committing them to memory. There's a hunger in the way he touches me , a need to possess every inch of me, to mark me as his and his alone.

And as our kiss deepens, his hand finds its way to the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair with a possessiveness that borders on desperation. It's a silent declaration of ownership, a reminder to anyone who dares to look our way that I belong to him, body and soul and mind. As I had decided to let my hair open for the night so now it's easier for him to hold my hair in his hand and kiss me senselessly. His grip on my hair is firmly as if even while  kissing he is afraid to hurt me. He loves me. And I know that for sure.

He chews my lips , his tongue fucks my mouth, his hands drawing patterns all over my skin and I feel wetness down in my thighs.

I'm getting out of breath and before I can tell him to Stop, he himself leaves my lips while making a pop sound. Our head is attached and we both are breathing heavily. My eyes closed after some ten minutes, my breath normalised.

"Open your eyes beautiful" he whispered. His head still attached to mine his hands are on my naked waist providing me with the warmth I need. And with that I opened my eyes and met with the most handsome man in the whole universe. My cheeks hot and smile shyly. I diverted my eyes from his but he cupped my face and make me look at him.

"NEVER. I repeat , please never look away from me." His eyes are now filled with love, pain and countless more emotions which I'm unable to read.

"Can I- ahmm Can I kiss you again, please" he said more like begged.

"You didn't asked the first time though" I teased

"Yeah ,  I am sorry. I loose my control. I should not have ofcourse I should have asked for your consent but I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for not asking you , but, I'm not sorry for kissing you beautiful " his confession made me stop breathing

"Wh-what"

" Kissing you was the most monumental thing I had done in my entire existence" he announced with proud dripping from his words.

"Huh, you know the people who bragge about their wrong doings go to hell" I commented wanting to tease him a little. But instead of getting all worked up he smile , he SMILE and so softly with utmost care drag his fingers on my cheeks along my jaw and rested on my lips. God, that was so sexy please do it again please.

"If kissing you mean going to hell , I'll do it happily sweetheart. Because then I can proudly tell the hell people that I tasted heaven on earth. That I got to live with an angle so pure and perfect. I'll happily do anything just to be with you. Even after death." He is talking like he didn't just took my breath away a few minutes ago. How can a person talk so purely and do things so sisterly. Does he have MPD. Ohh shit. But why am I liking all this things.

"Don't make me wait my heart, say something,  can I please kiss you again" he is asking with so seriousness that even if I want I can't Deny and the fun fact is I don't want to deny. I want to feel his rough yet soft lips on me. I want to feel his possession. I want to feel his love. Once again and again and always. So I didn't answered him in word but through my actions. I put my lips on his and we again started to eat eachothers mouth.

I'm still learning and of course, he is enjoying teaching me.