Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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His hands slowly trailed along her sides as his lips did their work over her neck, sending delicious tingles in her every nerve ending. She clenched her teeth tightly to stop herself from giving any reaction that could bring her even more embarrassment, but all in vain. That was way too alluring to resist.
"Admit it that you like it. You like my touch. You like it when we are together," his husky whisper almost makes a rush of blood reach her ear.
Andaleeb dared to catch a glimpse of him through the mirror, and what she found in his eyes was enough to bring her over the brink.
"Nothing is bigger than my hatred for you," she lied because that was truly not possible and the case this time.
Masab's sweet torture was almost making her numb. Why couldn't she resist this man?
He smiled darkly instead and laid a deep, lingering kiss over her neck. His eyes never left her during this act. Her whole body shivered and she gasped for air. The reaction was clear and the response was evident from the way his smile deepened.
Masab ran his fingers through her silky hair as he brought his face closer to her head. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the sweet fragrance coming from them.
"I sometimes can't believe that I found you. My fantasy came into reality and that's such a lovely reality. Your presence, your touch, your scent, and your breath make me realize this fact again and again that you are mine. And you will always remain mine irrespective of my presence or absence," he murmured.
"I will always remain his. Till my last breath. And the insecure man in you would be hurt by this," she said, slowly yet stressing over every word.
Masab tangled his hand in the ties of her blouse, slowly running his palm in a sensual way over her bare back, finally getting rewarded in the form of a moan from her.
He nibbled over her ear lobe. "Really, sweetheart? On your every breath, the name which you are taking is mine."
That was indeed her answer to his statement from earlier. None could deny that she did like it when he was near her. That would be a blatant lie. If she would say it, her body would betray her voice. She got played by herself. She gave him a dare and now he wouldn't back off. He would prove to her that he just didn't need her body as flesh; he wanted her everything to complete his theory of love.
He gradually unlinked every hook of her top, his clever fingers giving strange warmth to her every pore and his eyes which were meeting hers through the reflection, inducing a different feel inside of her.
A waft of cold air hit her skin when she felt the strap of her top dangling over her arm. She got a strong urge to cover herself from his eager and passionate gaze. But the rebellious and weird girl in her didn't want to push this hatred bullshit anymore. Andaleeb was aware that if she kept on doing so, a part of her that was opening up to this man would never let her live peacefully anymore.
