Fragrance of love

31.SOMEONE SPECIAL

SHANAYA

I was taken aback when Saransh swept me into his arms and carried me to the car, gently placing me in the passenger seat. His gaze remained fixed on the window as he got in beside me, his eyes hidden from view. As he started the engine, his hand brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through my body. He grasped my hand tightly, his fingers intertwining with mine.

My eyes darted to his face, then to the hickey I had left on his neck, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. Embarrassment washed over me, and I knew I needed to apologize. But the words got stuck in my throat.

Summoning all my courage, I tried to speak, "Sa...Saransh..." But he cut me off with a husky whisper, "Shh...we'll talk later." His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I fell silent, unsure of how to proceed.

After a 15-minute drive, we arrived at our hotel. Saransh parked the car and came around to my side, opening the door and unbuckling my seatbelt. He scooped me up in his arms, and I protested weakly, "I...I can walk."

He replied smoothly, "I know," his voice low and husky. I buried my face in his chest, clinging to his shirt as he carried me into the hotel. I was acutely aware of the stares we attracted, but Saransh seemed oblivious, his focus solely on me.

We entered the elevator, and he pressed the button for our floor. The doors slid open, and he carried me into our room, placing me gently on the bed. I still clung to him, my face hidden in his chest, feeling a mix of emotions: embarrassment, excitement, and a hint of fear.

As he stood there, holding me, I could feel his heart beating steadily, and his warm breath on my hair. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was this moment, this connection between us.

He loomed over me, his face inches from mine, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced as he descended closer, his lips brushing against my neck. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of fear as he gently sucked on my skin, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I pressed my lips together, stifling a moan, as he continued to lavish attention on my neck. His touch was electric, and I couldn't help but tremble beneath him. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this intimate moment.

As he hovered above me, his body weightless, I felt like I was drowning in his eyes, dark pools of desire that seemed to see right through me. I was trapped, and I didn't want to escape. His touch was my anchor, holding me in place as the world spun around us.

As he pulled back, I saw the faint mark on my neck, a hickey that throbbed with a mix of pleasure and pain. He gazed into my eyes, a mischievous glint sparkling in his own, and whispered, "Return gift." With that, he turned and disappeared into the washroom, leaving me breathless and bewildered.

The suddenness of his actions left me reeling, my mind racing to catch up. I touched the tender spot on my neck, feeling a shiver run down my spine. The memory of his lips on my skin still lingered, and I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises he had in store for me.

As I lay there, waiting for him to emerge from the washroom, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. What would happen next? Would he continue to push boundaries, or would he pull back? One thing was certain - I was eager to find out.

Ten minutes later, Saransh emerged from the washroom, looking relaxed and handsome in his night suit. He gazed at me with a soft smile and said, "Go change and get some sleep. We have an early flight tomorrow. We're heading back to Mumbai."

His words were a gentle reminder that our brief escape was coming to an end. I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment wash over me. I didn't want this time with him to end, didn't want to leave the bubble of intimacy we'd created.