Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

77 ~ Love Me

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Abhinandan POV

"Take it off," her words sent a chill down my spine, and I stared blankly into her eyes.

"Hn?" my voice came out confused, and she hesitated, pulling her hand back from my chest and muttering.

"This, your Kurta," her voice was breathless, and so was she. Her long, open hair swayed to the side when she leaned closer to clutch her fingers on my loosely tied strings. She was in a hurry.

"Hey," I muttered in a low voice. I sat, weighing myself on one hand, and tried to cup her cheek.

She shifted closer, and before I could say anything, she pressed her lips against mine.

My eyes were forced closed as her lips moved gently, slowly and passionately against mine. Their wetness and sweetness broke something in me, and I felt myself losing in her.

The mild smell of her bathing oils caged me like a culprit, and I sat unmoved.

Her fingers moved down to my Kurta's strings, and I felt taken by her presence to the point that I did not notice when they were undone.

Until she pulled back from my lips and breathed heavily while pushing my kurta down my shoulder.

Her hand glided down my arm, and with the effect, her cheeks brushed against mine.

"Trisha," I muttered, straightening up to help her take it off me. When she looked into my eyes with her slightly kohl-filled eyes, I felt my heart stop beating.

Her gaze pierced into mine for a few moments before she lowered it to my lips and cupped my cheek to claim my lips yet again.

Tilting her face sidewards, she placed her thumb on my chin and gently pulled it down to make me part my lips. The soft sensations running through my body knit my brows.

"I love you so much," she breathed in my mouth, and suddenly, her lips lowered to my neck. A smile appeared on my lips, finding her restless. Her lips sucked all over my neck before she shifted even closer and brought her hands to my shoulder.

"Is something different today?" I tried to ask, and she pulled back with a deep breath and looked into my eyes. Her slightly parted, beetroot, rosy lips caught my attention more than anything.

She shook her head and suddenly pressed her forehead against mine and kissed me again.

"I want you so much. I need you. I do not know why, but please, I want you..." She stopped to kiss my cheek, and I gently pushed the web of her hair to her back and cupped her cheek.

"You do not have to justify," I muttered, slowly bringing her face closer to mine and making her look at me.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, shifting on her knees and took my hand to her midriff and muttered in pure urgency.

"Do something to me. Anything you want to," she muttered, and I could not help but bite my lower lip.

"What is this about?" I tried to ask in a low voice without offending, and she shook her hand and suddenly wrapped her arm around me before laying down on the bed and pulling me over her.

"I want you to love me, be there for me, tease me, play with me and do everything you want. I want to feel special for you," she muttered and inhaled deeply. Her chest heaved up, and I felt her pushing my hand down her midriff and pulling her knees up.

"You are special to me. We do not have to do it if you want to feel speci—"

"Shut up," she cut me off and clutched her fingers on my hair and neck.