Ajashakti sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs stretched out before him. Even seated, he towered over Anugamini, his shadow looming large over her. His eyes, a deep, fiery orange, held her captive. Internally, he was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. One moment, he felt a gentleness towards her, a desire to protect and cherish. Next, he felt like a savage beast, consumed by primal urges. It was a duality that confused and excited him in equal measure.
Ajashakti spread his legs slightly, creating a comfortable space between them. With a casual gesture, he patted his left thigh, an unspoken invitation. It was a gesture both tender and demanding.
Anugamini moved with deliberate slowness, her steps seemed like a careful dance around the beast within him. As she drew closer, Ajashakti grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap, his body enveloping hers. She sat perched on his thigh, her heart pounding in her chest.
A slow smile crept across Ajashakti's face as he took in the difference between their forms. She was small in his arms, delicate and fragile, a stark contrast to his own imposing stature. He found it intoxicating, this power dynamic, this perfect imbalance.
He took Anugamini's hand in his, the contrast between their sizes striking. Her hand, delicate and soft, was dwarfed by his, rough and calloused. With his thumb, he traced the lines of her palm, the soft curves of her fingers, lost in the tactile exploration.
Time seemed to stand still as he reveled in the intimacy of the moment. Her fingers, slender and graceful, seemed to disappear within the cradle formed by his palm.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent. It was as if he had touched these exact hands before, in a lifetime far removed from this one. The memory was fleeting, a ghost of a sensation, but it was undeniably there. One by one, he removed the intricate jewelry that adorned her fingers and wrists, his movements slow and deliberate.
Then Ajashakti brought Anugamini's hand to his lips. He kissed her palm gently, his lips brushing against her skin. The rough texture of his moustache against her delicate skin sent a shiver down her spine.
Ajashakti lowered her hand, his grip lingering for a moment before releasing her. He then kept his hand resting lightly on her thigh. The thin fabric of her garment offered little resistance, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through the delicate material. It was a tantalizing sensation, a promise of pleasures to come. His breathing deepened, his desire growing with each passing moment.
His hand slid down her thigh, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver of anticipation through her. With a gentle but firm grip, he caught her ankles and drew her feet up onto the bed. Anugamini's balance was momentarily disrupted as Ajashakti pulled her legs up. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers found purchase in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck.
Whether it was a spontaneous reaction or a deliberate move, only she knew.
It brought their faces closer, their breaths mingling in the still air of the chamber. Ajashakti's head lowered, his gaze locked onto Anugamini's face. His eyes were fixed on her, while his hands found the delicate anklets adorning her ankles. With a swift jerk, he removed them, the metal clinking as they hit the ground.
His hands moved with a gentle precision as he reached up to undo the intricate bun at the nape of Anugamini's neck. The pins fell away, one by one, until the carefully constructed hairstyle began to unravel. A cascade of dark hair tumbled down her back, a shimmering curtain that obscured her face. The string of pearls that had adorned her hair slipped free, scattering across the floor with a delicate tinkling sound.
Ajashakti tilted his head, his gaze intense. The final barrier between their lips was the delicate nose ring, a small, insignificant piece of metal that had, until now, maintained a semblance of distance. With a deft movement, his fingers traced the curve of the ring before gently removing it. The cool metal slipped from her nose, falling silently onto the bed.
Anugamini met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. Fear, sharp and cold, shot through her veins. But in the same instant, a thrill of exhilaration coursed through her body. This was an unknown, a wild, and an untamed form of his, and she didn't know what to expect. For a moment, she was lost in the allure of it all. Then, as if unable to bear the weight of his gaze, she lowered her own, her eyelashes casting a shadow over her cheeks.
Ajashakti kissed her passionately, soft at first, then deepening with a growing intensity. It was as if he were drinking nectar, a divine elixir that intoxicated his senses. His hands, once powerful and commanding, now moved with a tender desperation, tracing the contours of her body.
Anugamini broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of desire and fear. A blush crept up her cheeks, a stark contrast to the passion that had consumed her moments ago. Ajashakti, caught off guard, tried to pull her back, his hands reaching for her, but she resisted, her body stiffening in protest.
She struggled against him, a weak attempt at resistance that only served to ignite his desire further. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed against his chest, a feeble attempt to create distance. However, Ajashakti pulled her back, his arms tightening around her. Her back collided with his hard chest, her body trapped in his embrace.
The delicate fabric slipped from her shoulder, revealing a glimpse of her skin. Embarrassment flooded her as she instinctively covered her chest with her arms. Ajashakti, however, seemed unbothered by it. He pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her. His lips found her neck, a trail of kisses that ignited a fire within her.
For a brief, intoxicating moment, Anugamini allowed her facade to slip. A genuine smile curved her lips, a secret confession hidden from the world. With her back to him, she could abandon the carefully constructed persona, surrendering to the raw pleasure of the moment.
In a blur of movement, before she could gather her wits, Anugamini found herself on the bed, the soft mattress cushioning her fall. Ajashakti hovered above her, his form a looming shadow. The world seemed to slow down, the only sound the rapid thumping of her heart.
The room was filled with a charged silence. Ajashakti lowered himself onto Anugamini, his body hovering over hers. Their breaths mingled, a rhythmic dance of desire. With a gentle touch, he traced the contours of her body, a prelude to the tempest that was to follow. The world outside faded into insignificance as they were consumed by the intensity of the moment.
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A/NUff.... Some chapters don't need dialogues, now do they ? 🌝✨
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