His Unwilling Bride | COMPLETED ✓

✿ PHYSICAL INTIMACY ✿

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RABYA

“I—I....” my words died down when he clenched his eyes shut tightly and whispered something under his breath.

The tension in the room thickened drastically and I pressed my arms closer to my chest to stop them from shaking. The intensifying urge to uncross my hands hit me harder when he exhaled out a sharp breathe.

“Rabya.” He mouthed, his eyes burning into mine.

“Y-Yeah?” I choked out.

“Can I look look at you? He asked in a throaty voice.

My breath hitched up and I nodded, slowly. Wetting my dry lips, I let go of hands.

The cool breeze touched the bare skin of my chest and fisting my hands to the side, I forced myself to stay calm.

His eyes didn't leave mine for a brief pause but when it did, I almost lost my pulse. His gaze flickered on my breast and everything around me stilled. The darkening of his orbs and the clench in his jaw as if he was holding himself back made the hair of my neck strand in anticipation.

I wanted to know what was going through his head? Or maybe I wanted him to reach for me and touch me? My mind was turning blank with every passing second. And he was just staring at my breast.

“I'm fucking going to stamp the picture of your beautiful breast into my head
and—God forbid me, my restrain is hanging by the thread. ” He rasped, locking his jaw, not even blinking for once.

Wetness erupted inbetween my thighs and the only thing that came to my mind was that he isn't the only one whose restraint is hanging by the thread.

Come on. Ask me to touch me, Adhrit. Please.

Seconds turned into minute and irritation started building up in me. “Are you going to touch me or not?” I snapped only to regret a moment later as the embarrassment flooded me.

God.

His mouth curved up into a tight chuckle as he slowly moved his eyes back to my face. “Ask me, nicely.”

I parted my lips in disbelief and opened my mouth to defy him but before that could happen, he beat me to it by saying. “Also, be very specific.”

I gritted my teeth and instead of speaking anything, I jumped into his arms and smashed my lips against his. His eyes widened for a split second before a smile appeared on his face. He deepened the kiss and when I wrapped my arms around his neck, our chest collided. My naked chest against his shirt's fabric.

All the smile from his face vanished and he broke apart from our kiss only to gently held my chin and make me look at him. “Can I?”

“Mhm.” I hummed, scooting a little away from him.

He pressed his palms against my breast, his calloused skin gently brushing my flesh. His thumb glides down to my nipple and I bite back a moan.

“Look at them, Rabya. Look, how beautiful they're looking.” He rasped.

I bend my head down to see myself. The blue and black paint smearing on my skin. His hand which had remnant of colours when he was painting on my back, now those imprints are on me. It was thrilling in a way that he was corrupting me but actually it's me to corrupt him.