Seasons- Golden Hours

🌻 Only for you🌻

Eshani

His hand was burnt and he was panting uncontrollably. It got worse when he suddenly stopped moving at all.

I closed the door and held his hand, it was acid. Why was there acid in the first place.

I rushed to find baking soda and skilled the whole bottle on his hand.

I shook him, called his name but nothing worked.

All that anger from before vanished away when a near possibility of something hurting him came in front of my eyes.

I clutched on his thin cloth, the buttons were open. "Agastya." I said his name again and pressed my lips on his forehead.

His hands clutched on my tighter, painful and hot filled with a desperate need.

He half opened his eyes, his breath ragged and chest heaving up and down. His undone buttons gave me a display of his chest and half of his abs.

"Eshani." He clutched into my hair, pulling me closer. "You shouldn't be here." His face was red, eyes telling me a lore.

I know he tortured him.

But it felt safe instead of something wrong.

"I am not leaving you, like this... Alone." I whispered questioning my own words.

What am I getting into.

Before I could process anything else, he crashed his lips on mine. His lips ran against mine with a raw need and desperation.

"I take ice baths everyday." He clutched my hair, wrapping his legs against mine continuing the kiss.

"I run miles until I'm drenched in sweat." He wrapped his arms around me as I dug my fingers into his neck.

"But nothing could erase the wounds you give me." He spoke on my lips. I feel the warmth of his palm inside my kurti, his teeth clutching on my jhumka.

"Eshani."

"I am not going anywhere." I say this time, determined.

His hands run up to my tight shaper and in no time he tears everything at once.

"Then whatever happens is your choice." He says as a warning unclasping my bra, I am sitting with my naked back and only the front of my transparent kurta is covering me.

I cover my boobs with my palms, my eyes half open.

"If I see you wearing that unbreathable thing again, I wouldn't mind tearing it over and over." His nails run up and down on my naked back.

Those words make me shiver, the motion of his hands make me gasp for air, he trails kisses on my cheeks, lips, jaw. Slowly removing the remaining layer of my kurti, my bra hangs poorly on my breasts and he uses his teeth to remove that layer.

His eyes got stuck on my breasts as they spring out from the tight layers, my hair being short gave him a full display.

I have always been a little insecure of having brown nipples as some people in college told about their fantasy of having pink nipples.

But the way his tongue ran on them flushed all those memories away.

"What did you do to him?" I hissed a sharp breath feeling him tugging on me and then soothing it with his tongue.

His beard ticked and rubbed at the perfect spots and just by my intensity of whimpers and moans he figured out all the sensitive places on my body.

"I didn't kill him as promised." He spoke on my nipples, his hand gripping my D-cup size breast as a small ball, his rough thumb teasing my pebbled nipples. "Fuck, I should have. He wanted to see this? My woman... I should have fucking killed-"