𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

28

CHAPTER 28 :
❀ MAY, I? ❀
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"Either you are answering me right now or else I'll make you scream the same way you did just now, but in my way." He rasped.

My stomach felt some sensation inside me, but avoiding it I gritted my teeth in anger.

Fuck you, Mr. Singhania.

"Sure, you will." And with that, he slapped his lips on me.

His sudden actions had me closing my eyes with the air suddenly turning into something electric. His one cold hand moved to cup my right cheek, like I was something fragile, as if he didn't want to break but couldn't resist any longer. His lips moved his mouth fiercely across mine, overpowering my lips. The smell of his faded cologne made it to my nostrils making me move my left hand to clutch tightly on his black t-shirt as if it could ground me in the storm building between us. He smells so good.

The slim fingers of my empty hands shivered in the cold temperature of our room. My other hand travels up from his chest slowly, pausing at his neck for a moment until I let my intrusive thoughts win and touch his Adam's apple as it bobbed down, only to earn a light groan from his throat. His grip tightened, fingers threading into my hair, tugging me closer until there was no space left between our bodies.

I smiled across my lips at the effect I have on him, only to gasp suddenly when he tilts my head more and hunch his body forward on me, as my hand moves to cup his cheeks in urgency. I know he's trying his best to not put his weight on my body.

A slow warmth spread through me, melting the cold air from the room as his kiss deepened, lips molding to mine with growing urgency. I continued to fight him back with all I had. The impulse I always end up having when we kiss makes me doubt my sanity.

He never lets me win when we kiss. And, I am in no position to complain about it.

I want to take things forward between us. I want him. I want him to touch me, like I'm the only thing that matters. I want him to love me, not just in passing, but fiercely, completely, without hesitation. And out of all this, I want him to want me. I want to be the only thing that he can never resist. I want to be the thought that keeps him awake at night like the moon suspended in the sky, forever pulling at the tides of his soul. I want to be the craving that won't leave him, as constant as the sun chasing the horizon, never ceasing its pursuit of the world. I want him to see me not as a fleeting desire, but as a force of nature-inevitable, inescapable, like the night that wraps itself around the earth or the dawn that always returns. His need for me should burn as deeply as the sun touches the earth, and his longing should echo like the silence of the stars, always present, even when unseen.

His kiss was consuming, every movement of his lips pushing me further from reality. I kissed him back fiercely, unwilling to let him take control entirely, matching his intensity with my own. His pace quickened, lips moving with such force that it left me breathless, our breaths mingling in a rhythm neither of us could control.

Moving my slender fingers from his cheek, I move to hold onto his soft hair as we continue to kiss each other and grab the fist of them in my hands, firmly, but tenderly. He kisses me like there's no tomorrow, almost like devouring me as if tasting his favorite sweet.