Passion & Dilemma

50. At Your Mercy

Sarthak's POV

Next morning, I woke up feeling unease and soreness in my body. I shifted and got confused.

When did the couch become so soft?

I opened my eyes to see the room through the dim lights. It was still early in the morning.

Realising that I was in my bed, I looked to my left, only to find Prerna's face nuzzled in my bare chest. All the buttons of my shirt were opened and her hands were wrapped around me like a shield.

I clearly remember buttoning my shirt properly.

Did my wife take advantage of me while under the influence of intoxication?

Not that I mind it, but she could have at least woken me up. Who knows what did my hormonal, moody wife do to me while I was asleep.

After all, the way she looked at me last night, it felt like she wanted to devour me—raw and naked.

She is such a tease.

I never knew she was mischievous who knows how to keep me on my toes, while making me insane. She loved to play with the wildfire in me that only she could ignite.

This one was a thrilling game and I hate-love it.

But little does she know that she was leading our relationship dynamic because I let her.

Prerna was a woman controlled by her emotions. One hard bite on her chest and a gentle lick on her neck were all it would take for her to give in.

I am a starving man, but she is just as thirsty. The combination was dangerous but exciting.

One day, the dam of our patience will break and temptations will take over. I am curious to know who will lead and win this game of passion and dilemma.

God knows who will end up being whose prey?

"Mmhmm," Prerna shifted closer to me in her sleep. But my eyes immediately shut and lips parted when she raised her leg and rested her thigh of my morning wood.

"Fuck." I growled and clenched my jaw, "Not in the morning, woman."

She won't stop teasing me even in her sleep.

I tried to push her thigh off of me but she just shifted, making her leg unintentionally rub my erection.

"What happened?" A hand cupped my cheek and I looked down at Prerna who was looking at me with her heavy eyelids.

I was glad that the room was dark so she could not see my face properly.

My brows dipped together when she propped her weight on her elbow and moved up, to match my face level, again rubbing my crotch in the process.

Now, it fucking hurts down there.

"What's wrong, Sarthak?" She asked in her hoarse, morning voice.

"I miss sleeping on the couch." I joked, masking my sexual frustration.

She frowned and lightly slapped my chest before resting her head on my shoulder.

"Sleep, it's still very early." She muttered and I grabbed her arm.

"Prerna."

"Hmm?" She nuzzled more into me.

This woman sometimes strikes me like a lightening and other times she is as gentle as a flower. She is trapping me in her maze. How can a crazy man like me not go mad for a woman like her?

"Your l-leg." I tapped her thigh and Prerna stilled by my side for a moment, understanding what I was referring to.

She moved her hand to my chest and mumbled against my skin. "What about it?"