Durga | 18 +

~ Care or Cruel ~

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Durga's pov ~

He threw me on the bed and hovered over me. Pinning me completely to the bed . His eyes boring into  my soul, trying to solve the unsaid puzzles.

I could clearly detect the smell of hard liquor in his breath.  He moves his left hand to pin both my hands together above my head and further inches his right hand to touch my cheeks.

His fingers glides on my cheeks softly, too gently and it feels similar as the touch of a feather .

Both of our breath are in unison. My chest heaving with anticipation matching to his .

This act allows my breast to brush against his chest and i immediately moan breathlessly, like a soft sigh.

His face inches closer to  mine . His eyes shifting from my entire face and stills on my lips and then settles on my eyes.

I lower my gaze. Unable to bear the sensual feelings and the intensity of his eyes.

He shifts , making a comfortable position with my body . His one hand still holding both my hands above my head but the other roam on my body.  Stopping at certain curves but his eyes never leaving my face .

His face inches further until he dives into my neck and suddenly all over, my body breaks into shivers of pleasure .

He inhales deeply while his free hand part my legs to settle as close as possible to my most intimate region.

My breath quickens as soon as his hand stops on my inner thighs and at the same time he presses gently kisses on my neck.

He shifts as close as possible not leaving a mere inch and tightens his hold on my thighs.

I take deep and quick breaths not able to completely register the fits and sensations that comes along with his actions .

His lips moves from my neck to my face and then down on my cleavage which is still covered by my saree and blouse.

I close my eyes to adjust to the sensuality of such a simple action. But i still remain scared of what is stored for me because of his previous actions  . A few minutes ago he was almost rude , almost but more arrogant towards me . He was harsh when he threw me on the mattress  . He was needy when he hovered over me. And he was in a rush the first time we had sex .

But now he is stable as if the alcohol did nothing on his body coordinations . His touch is soft and breathy . His action is tender and humble ,almost.  And this is what scares me .

The subtle but noticeable change of a person's in their demeanor with their wants and needs scares me . My babasa and bhaisa used to behave rudely with me most of the time but when my marriage was fixed they appeared thrilled and happy and that was the cause i had faced which will forever keep me attentive to comply by people's actions.

But he is not a stranger but my husband , with whom i am supposed to share everything, my mind, my thoughts and most importantly my body . The whole of it . And that's what i am trying to do now. Keeping with my excitement , nerves and his needs .

I open my eyes to find his amber eyes on mine.

["Kya soch rahi han ?" He asked.  His voice laced with hunger that i clearly can interpret. ]

I shook my head, motioning nothing.

He tilts his head then place his forhead on mine before speaking.