"From Rivals to Forever: A Journey of Love"

Chapter 62

Aditi's Perspective

His hands, warm and strong, slid up my sides, resting just below my ribs, his thumbs brushing the soft fabric of my dress. His gaze was locked on mine, intense, dark, filled with an almost unbearable longing. It was the kind of look that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world, like nothing else existed outside of this moment. I felt my knees weaken, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as his lips grazed mine once more, this time softer, slower, but no less demanding.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough and thick with desire. But even as he said it, his hands tightened on my waist, his lips pressing more insistently against mine, and I knew that neither of us wanted him to stop.

I couldn't form words. Instead, I kissed him back, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as if that was even possible. The kiss deepened, became something more urgent, more frantic, and I could feel the heat between us rising, our bodies moving together as though they had a mind of their own.

His hands slipped lower, to the curve of my hips, pulling me even closer to him, and I gasped at the sensation. Every inch of me was on fire, my skin tingling wherever he touched me, and I could feel the solid warmth of his body pressed against mine in a way that made my mind go completely blank. I was lost in him, in the way his lips claimed mine, in the way his body fit so perfectly against mine. I wanted more—more of him, more of this.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, my fingers brushing against the bare skin of his stomach, and he groaned softly into my mouth. It was a sound that sent a thrill down my spine, made my heart race even faster. His hands moved up my back, fingers splaying across my skin as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing mine in a way that left me breathless, dizzy with need.

Suddenly, the heat between us became too much, too overwhelming. Without breaking the kiss, Kabir lifted me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carried me across the room, his lips never leaving mine, until my back met the cool surface of his desk. I gasped at the contact, the contrast between the cold wood and the heat of his body sending a shock through me.

He broke the kiss just long enough to look at me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire. "Aditi..." His voice was rough, thick with emotion. "Are you sure?"

I didn't even hesitate. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but filled with certainty. I wanted this—wanted him—more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.

With a low growl, he captured my lips again, his hands sliding down to the hem of my dress. I felt a shiver of anticipation as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, skimming over my bare skin. My breath hitched as he slowly pushed the dress up, the sensation of his hands on my thighs sending waves of heat through me.

My own hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, to touch the skin that was so warm and firm beneath my fingers. I could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the tension in his muscles as he fought to keep control. The knowledge that I had this effect on him, that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, only made my need for him stronger.

Finally, I managed to get his shirt unbuttoned, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of him—his chest, broad and muscular, rising and falling with each ragged breath. His skin was warm beneath my hands, the muscles beneath flexing as I ran my fingers over his chest, down to his stomach. He was beautiful, and the way he looked at me, like I was the most important person in the world, made my heart swell with emotion.

"Kabir..." I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of desire and something deeper, something I couldn't quite put into words.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he kissed me again, his hands moving up my body, taking the dress with them. I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head and toss it aside. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Kabir's hands as they roamed over my body, his lips pressing urgent kisses to my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders.

Every touch, every kiss, sent sparks of electricity through me, making my head spin and my heart race. I was completely lost in him, in the way he made me feel, in the way he touched me as though I was something precious, something to be cherished. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and I never wanted it to end.

I tugged at the waistband of his pants, and he quickly obliged, shedding them and kicking them aside. He stood there for a moment, staring down at me with an intensity that made my breath catch. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every inch of me, and I could see the raw desire in his gaze, the way his chest heaved with the effort to control himself.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough and filled with awe.

A flush of warmth spread through me at his words, my heart swelling with a mix of love and desire. I reached up, pulling him back down to me, my lips finding his once more. The kiss was slower this time, more deliberate, but no less passionate. It was a kiss filled with everything we couldn't say, everything we felt for each other but couldn't put into words.

As we kissed, his hands slid down my body, finding the clasp of my bra and unhooking it with practiced ease. He pulled it off, tossing it aside, and I shivered as the cool air hit my bare skin. But the sensation was quickly replaced by the warmth of his hands, his fingers skimming over my skin in a way that made my breath catch.

"Kabir..." I gasped as his lips moved lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my chest. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he continued his descent, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure through me, making my head spin and my body tremble with need. I could feel the tension building between us, the air around us thick with desire, and I knew we were reaching a point where there would be no turning back.

But then, just as quickly as the heat had built, Kabir slowed. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, his chest heaving as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with something deeper than desire—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"We don't have to," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Not tonight. Not like this."

I blinked up at him, my mind foggy with desire, but I understood what he was saying. I nodded, my chest still heaving as I tried to catch my breath. "I know," I whispered, my voice soft but steady. "But I want this, Kabir. I want you."

He let out a low growl, his hands tightening on my hips as he kissed me again, slower this time, but no less passionate. His fingers brushed against the waistband of my underwear, and I felt my heart race, my breath hitching in anticipation.

But then, he hesitated, his fingers stilling, and I realized why. We hadn't thought about protection, hadn't planned for this moment to go so far. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his body was tense with the effort to hold back.

"It's okay," I whispered, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb brushing across his cheek. "We don't have to."

He let out a shaky breath, nodding, but I could see the frustration in his eyes, the way his body was still thrumming with desire. I felt it too—the need, the overwhelming desire to be closer to him, to feel more of him.

But even without going further, I knew that this moment was enough. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, the way his hands roamed over my body—it was enough. It was more than enough.

We stayed like that for a while, our bodies pressed together, our breathing slowing as the tension between us ebbed away. Kabir wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, and I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The heat between us was still there, simmering just below the surface, but it was a comfortable warmth now, something that wrapped around us like a protective blanket.

"Thank you," I whispered after a while, my voice soft in the quiet room.