DAKSHIKA

61|Thriller Ride

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HER POV

"By the way, only we're out of people's vicinity, they can still hear voices," he said and blood drained out of my cheeks immediately.

"What?" I was shocked to hear that.

Does that mean my moans were not counted in privacy? Did they hear my voice all this time? How could he do that? He should have warned me before rather than scaring me now. I was dying of embarrassment now. How will I face the people in this house tomorrow? What would they be thinking of me? In Fact I didn't even know if anyone was there in the garden or not.

I heard his chuckle. I darted my angry gaze at him.

"You should have told me that. I already asked you to walk inside." I said.

"But I told you everything is going to happen here tonight," he said.

"Argh, stop it. I'm going back in." I said and tried to sit up.

He immediately pushed me back and stared with those intense eyes.

His naked chest, strong muscles, bulky arms, rough and fluffy hair alongwith his sharp jawline were making me weak in my knees. I could barely match my aura to his. He was turning devilish every second.

"Do you wish for everyone to hear my moans?" I asked.

He leaned over my lips and smiled.

"Aisi kismat sabki kahan," he said and sucked my lips slowly twice.

(Not everyone is that lucky)

Air stuck in my lungs over the kiss. I looked at him with slight nervousness.

"Then?" I asked barely above a whisper.

"No one's present down there," he said, caressing my head.

I was relieved to hear that. Such a tease he is. I lowered my eyes, blushing.

"Dadi sahi kehti thi, chand si dulhan hai hamari," he said.

(Grandmother was right, my wife is as beautiful as the moon)

His husky deep voice always gets me. I couldn't look up out of shyness. I felt him pulling my chin up and leaning over my lips. He pecked on the side of my lips and then sucked my jaw slowly. The butterflies were running all over my stomach. He sucked again over my jaw and licked it slowly. I pressed my palms against his chest not being able to bear his torture and he immediately held my wrists above my head single-handedly. My chest arched further pressing against his chest.

"Dakshh!" My voice came out slow when he bit over my jaw.

He moved to my neck slowly kissing all the way, while his hand travelled down to my south, caressing my midriff. He roughly caressed over my saree above my pussy and I couldn't help but pull my knees up.

"Knees down," he said against my neck and kept caressing there.

He was surely in the mood to kill me. He rubbed over a couple of times and suddenly pushed his fingers inside the saree.

"Aaahh," I moaned.

He immediately sucked my neck passionately and caressed my skin roughly in circles.

"Aaahh Dakshhh!" I moaned, biting my lips.

I was still worried if anyone would listen. God what would happen then? Suddenly I felt him bringing out my pleats and pulled my saree open. It felt loose and he started to pull the string of underskirt. I was nervously enjoying all this. His hold over my wrists, his wet lips on my neck and his fingers over my south skin were getting me thrilled under the sky.