HER SAFE PLACE

I missed you

Shivangi's POV

We finally arrived home, and the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and excitement as we stepped out of the car. Everyone scattered to their rooms, but I headed straight to mine, eager to shed the remnants of our adventurous day.

As I entered my room, I kicked off my shoes and let out a content sigh. I closed the door and started removing my earrings and bangles, the familiar clinks echoing in the quiet space. Just as I was about to toss my bangles aside, I felt a sudden warmth against my back.

Before I could react, Rocky slipped in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “I missed you,” he murmured, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Rocky! It's been less than five minutes since we were apart," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but my voice wavered, betraying me. His lips curled into a smirk against my neck, and he pressed closer, his breath warm and slow against my skin. "Even five minutes feels like five decades without you," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver running through me. His words, laced with a hunger I could feel in the way he held me, made my breath hitch.

He began trailing soft, lingering kisses along the curve of my neck, each one a little deeper, a little more possessive than the last. My mind was spinning, struggling to hold onto rational thoughts. I tried to push him away gently, but my hands barely had any strength. "Rocky, come on, leave me... I need to get ready," I managed to say, but my voice came out as more of a whisper, my resolve wavering with every touch.

Rocky only chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. He nibbled playfully at the sensitive spot just beneath my ear, making a small, breathless moan escape my lips. "Aahh," I gasped, and he smirked, his hands tightening around my waist as he held me even closer. "No, babydoll, not today," he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck with every word, sending waves of warmth through me. "I'm not letting you go. It's been over a week since I last hugged you, touched you, kissed you or loved you... and now you think you can just stop me? Let me love you, please."

His tone shifted, turning from teasing to something deeper, more vulnerable, and it made my heart flutter. He sounded almost desperate, like he'd been holding back for far too long. I could feel my resolve melting away under the intensity of his touch, but I forced myself to try again. "Rocky, we... we really need to get ready... we have to go to the club..." My words stumbled out, my voice trembling from the sensation of his lips and the warmth of his body pressed so closely to mine.

Rocky's breath hitched against my neck, and he huffed out a low, rough laugh that sent tingles down my spine. "Forget the club, Shivi," he growled softly, his lips brushing against my skin as he spoke. "It can wait. But I can't." He turned me around in his arms, his hands finding their way to my waist, and his eyes burned into mine with a hunger that made my knees go weak. "Shivi, please don't push me away. Not today please. Just this once, let me love you," he whispered, his voice a mix of desire and sincerity that made my heart ache.

I wanted to resist, to keep my cool, but I couldn't deny the heat that had built up between us, or the way his words made my chest tighten. He was looking at me like I was the only thing he needed, his eyes dark with longing. Without thinking, I reached up, grabbing his collar and pulling him down into a fierce, desperate kiss. He responded instantly, his arms wrapping around me, crushing me against him as if he couldn't bear even an inch of distance between us.

The kiss was rough, intense, a clash of pent-up emotions and frustration from the days he had kept his distance. I let all my anger and longing pour into it, showing him just how much I had missed him too, even if I hadn't admitted it out loud. He kissed me back with equal fervor, like he was claiming every part of me. As our lips moved together, he backed me up against the nearest wall, his hands exploring my waist and the curve of my back as if he was trying to memorize every part of me.