His Beastly Love

Episode Five

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                        Chapter Five:

Trishul's lips brushed against Abhigna's neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. He inhaled deeply, intoxicating himself with her scent, his desire for her simmering just below the surface.

Despite his primal urges, Trishul refused to succumb to his baser instincts. Though he's a beast, rape was a line he wouldn't cross.

Abhigna remained still, her resolve hardened against the flutter in her chest. She wouldn't surrender to his touch, no matter how enticing. This wasn't love; it was just lust, a mere satisfaction of physical needs. Though she was becoming weak in his touch, still her decision was strong and wouldn't give in that easily.

Her gaze drifted to Trishul's eyes, turbulent with emotion. Pain, longing, and desire swirled together, making her wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath his rugged exterior. Did she really want to know more about the man who both tormented and tantalized her? She questioned herself.

Trishul's lips trailed wet kisses down her skin, his tongue teasing her belly. But Abhigna lay motionless, her silence a fortress against his advances.

Frustration gnawed at Trishul. It felt like making love to a statue, not the woman he...cared for or loved. His heart recognized Abhigna as his, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud. Of course, how could he forget that she's his wife legally?

Faltering, Trishul pulled back, his chest heaving. "Respond to me, Abhigna," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "Show me you're alive, that you feel something too."

"You're not making love to me, you're just claiming my body," Abhigna's words cut through the tension. "You want my body, take it. But feelings don't obey commands. My heart and soul must beat for you, and only then will my body respond to your touch."

Trishul's gaze burned with desperation, his voice cracking. "Don't say that, Abhigna. You're killing me."

Abhigna's eyes flashed like ice. "You're killing me too, with every touch, every kiss. You're suffocating my soul."

Trishul's thoughts swirled, tempted to unleash the darkness within. He thought of questioning her about her past, of the monster, her ex-boyfriend who had ravaged her innocence. But his conscience recoiled, refusing to stoop to that level. He wouldn't become the very evil he despised.

Instead, he seized her hands, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I'm not him, Abhigna. I won't hurt you like he did."

His voice trembled, a promise and a plea. For a moment, the beast within him relinquished its anger and revenge, without his conscious intention. Trishul was perplexed; he didn't understand why he was trying to prove himself different or assure her of his distinction. His original desire had been to claim her body and conquer her by shattering her self-dignity. Yet, his actions now were a far cry from that intention.

Why was he striving to earn her trust and confidence? It was a question he couldn't answer, even to himself.

Abhigna's gaze searched his, seeking truth. "You already are," she whispered, her voice shattered glass. "With every touch, you're ripping me apart, piece by piece."