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Author's PoV
As they returned home the tension between them was still lingering.
Tahmeed disappeared into the washroom, leaving Aliya alone in the room, with the wardrobe open for her to change.
She unwrapped her hijab slowly but her thoughts were still consumed by the kiss they had shared; the possessiveness in his touch, the fire in his gaze.
She smiled, the warmth of the memory spreading through her as a blush deepened across her cheeks.
That kiss had made her forget the nightmare that had been creeping into her mind ; the haunting face of the man she hated.
Though Tahmeed was a little different she liked it.
Being possessive.. Only for her.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, she felt strong, familiar arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a firm chest. A shiver ran down her spine.
"What are you thinking, little rabbit?" Tahmeed's voice was low, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder before placing a wet, lingering kiss there.
"Tah...meed... what are you doing?" she gasped, feeling her pulse quicken under his touch.
"What do you think, love?" he murmured, his fingers unpinning the saree from her shoulder with deliberate slowness.
Her pallu loose on the ground leaving her on her full sleeved blouse which covers her treasures only.
Tahmeed's hands moved slowly yet with precision, loosening the rest of the saree until it pooled at her feet. She stood there, vulnerable, feeling the heat of his body behind her and the coolness of the room against her exposed skin.
His hands found her bare waist, drawing lazy, torturous circles that sent waves of desire through her. His lips trailed along her jawline, soft yet commanding, until he reached her ear.
"Tah...hu..." she moaned softly as he lightly bit her earlobe, her body responding despite the inner turmoil.
"Yes, my little rabbit?" he replied, his voice rich with amusement, enjoying the effect he had on her.
Before she could gather her thoughts, his fingers threaded through her hair, undoing the bun and letting it fall in soft waves around her shoulders. He grabbed her chin gently, guiding her to face the mirror in front of them.
"Look at us, All... don't we look divine?" he whispered, his eyes locking with hers in the reflection.
Her gaze shifted to his half-naked form, his chiseled abs glistening with water droplets from the shower. Her breath hitched at the sight, and she instantly felt heat rise to her cheeks, her face flushing a deep crimson.
Tahmeed pulled her closer, his grip tightening as he whispered against her neck, "I want you, Aliya... all of you. I want to feel you... in every way, in every sense."
His voice was soft, like velvet, yet it held a hunger that made her knees weaken. She could feel his desire, the fire that burned between them, and yet...
She was not ready for it. She froze at her place.
"But only if you allow me," his voice softened, the confidence that had filled the air just moments before faltering slightly. It was as if he was laying down his pride, seeing her sudden stiffness.
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