Don't wanna be his

Chapter 31. Left breathless

Sahil

I crashed my lips against hers, pouring every feeling that I had for her in the kiss. Fucking hell, they're so damn soft, so damn sweet. A growl slipped my throat at the sensation of how her lips felt against mine. My tongue demanded entry, tracing her bottom lip until she gave it to me. My tongue pushed inside her mouth swallowing a moan from her. This is beyond heaven—her moaning against my mouth, while I kiss her.

"I love you."

I growled, my voice rough, not wanting to talk but I had to say it, I just had to. I needed her to hear it, even if those three words aren't enough to express what I feel for her.

Finally, I'm being able to kiss her after trying for so damn long, this time there aren't any damn interruptions. If anyone comes and interruptions us, I'll shoot them the next second not caring who it was or who not. She parted her lips to speak, but I sucked them right back into my mouth, not wanting the taste to just end yet. I finally got a taste and now I'll get addicted. Get? I already got addicted.

"I lo–"

She began, but I grabbed her by the throat silencing her with my tongue around hers. My hand moved down to her waist, gripping her thigh as I lifted her onto the stair railing. She unwrapped her arms from my neck to clutch my shirt instead. My heart was pounding in my chest like it'll leave any second now but I didn't mind if it left for her, although my heart already belonged to her, probably since the day I saw her, and called her my wife. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her chest against mine, and I slid my hand under her shirt, holding her still by the waist while my thumb drew lazy circles on the curve of her waist, before tightening my grip, enough to leave a mark.

"I love you." I whispered against her lips. She let out a whine, knowing if she tried to reply, I'd just silence her with my tongue again, so instead of speaking, she pulled me closer by my shirt, making our bodies flush against each other. Our hips met, and it took everything in me to not just throw her on the damn floor and rip her clothes off to take her. I have to take this slow, as slow as I can, I don't want to hurt her. My hand tightened around her throat, putting enough pressure to make her moan, but not enough to choke her, yet.

"I love you so damn much. You've become my breath, so now I'll take away yours."

I whispered, taking my hand out of her shirt and cupping her cheek for a few seconds to deepen the kiss but when it didn't work. My hand moved to the back of her head to keep her against my lips. I grabbed a fist full of her hair, gently pulling her head back for better access. She gasped, and I plunged my tongue deeper into her mouth, not letting hers do anything for now. I wasn't breaking this kiss, not a damn chance, I'd leave her breathless, panting, anything, but this damn kiss won't stop till hours. Until her face is all red and she forgets whose air she's breathing, until all she can feel is my lips against hers, until I become addicted to her lips against mine just like the way I'm addicted to her, obsessed even.

Letting go of her throat, my tongue explored her mouth. She melted under my touch, I could hear how her heart was pounding in her chest, faster than mine, but still, she wasn't tensed, she was the opposite of it. I drew my tongue along her bottom lip, nibbling on it, wanting to hear more of those sweet moans. I let go of her hair, cradling the back of her head firmly. I kept the kiss slow and gentle wanting to savor the moment but it wasn't far away when I'd lose control and make her moan louder instead, but for now, I'd let her savor the moment. Then, I'd savor her. She began gasping in the kiss when I began biting her bottom lip. My hand went around her waist, pulling her closer if It was even possible. I wanted our bodies to become one if not more.